TRUE LOVE NEVER GIVES UP

Chapter-70: Twins

Manik stood there, barely paying attention to the explosive revelations unfolding around him. A single thought consumed his mind—Nandini. She was still in there, fighting for her life, and all he wanted was for her to come back to him. He didn’t care about the family secrets or the years of lies that were being unveiled. His heart ached with only one truth: he couldn’t lose her.

Just then, the nurse approached again, her expression more relaxed this time. “We’ve found a perfect match,” she said, causing everyone to look up. “Her brother’s blood group matched entirely with hers. He can donate.”

The room fell silent, and confusion flickered across everyone’s face. Manik turned to her, eyebrows furrowed. “Brother?” he asked, shaking his head. “You’re mistaken. She doesn’t have a brother.”

The nurse, however, seemed unbothered by the confusion. “I’m talking about Mr. Cabir Dhawan,” she explained. “His blood group and all other medical markers match Nandini’s perfectly. They’re twins.”

For a moment, it felt like the world stopped spinning. Silence. Deafening, crushing silence filled the room. Everyone stood frozen, trying to grasp what they had just heard. Manik’s heart raced, his thoughts spiraling as he tried to comprehend what the nurse was saying. Cabir was Nandini’s twin? How? How could that be possible?

Vishakha’s knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, her hand covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Cabir, meanwhile, stood rooted to the spot, his entire body numb from shock. He had no words, no reaction—just disbelief.

The nurse glanced around at their shocked faces. “We need to move quickly,” she said, motioning to Cabir. “Please, Mr. Dhawan, come with me.”

Cabir followed her, but it was like he was moving in a trance, his feet shuffling forward as his mind reeled from the revelation. Twins? How? The words kept circling in his head, each time more overwhelming than before. He felt like he was caught in a nightmare, something so surreal that it couldn’t possibly be true.

Manik watched as Cabir disappeared down the hallway with the nurse, his heart twisting in knots. He turned to Vishakha, desperate for answers. “How… how is this possible?” he whispered, his voice shaky.

Vishakha was trembling, her face streaked with tears as she shook her head. “No… no, this isn’t true,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “Nandini is my daughter. I’m her mother! She doesn’t have a brother!”

Bela and Mahir rushed to her side, gently trying to calm her down. “Vishakha, please, you need to stay strong,” Bela said softly, wrapping her arm around her trembling friend.

Meanwhile, Cabir returned after giving blood, still in a daze. His steps were heavy, his gaze unfocused. He walked straight to Vishakha, and when she looked up at him, the weight of a million questions filled his eyes.

“Please,” Cabir whispered, his voice cracking. “I need to know the truth.”

Vishakha’s tears fell freely now as she looked at Cabir, then over at Bela and Mahir, who nodded at her with solemn expressions. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and began speaking in a broken, trembling voice.

“It was after Vikrant left me,” she said quietly. “I had lost everything—my husband, my home, my… my baby. I shifted to live with Bela and Mahir, and one day, two years after everything happened, we visited an orphanage. That day… that same day, I had just found out that my baby was born dead.”

Her voice broke, and tears welled in her eyes again, but she continued, her words heavy with sorrow. “At the orphanage, I met Nandini. She was five years old, and… there was something about her. She had this light in her eyes, this spark that I couldn’t explain. For the first time in years, I laughed. I… I felt alive again. At that moment, I felt like I had found my baby, the baby I lost.”