In the heart of Delhi, Eshank Raisinghania, a ruthless billionaire and CEO of Black Crown Industries Enterprises, lives a life of power and perfection. Cold-hearted and demanding, Eshank's intimidating presence leaves no room for nonsense-until Avle...
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As the morning sun reached my face, I blinked awake, squinting as the warm light flooded the room. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes, feeling the stiffness in my neck from sleeping on the couch. Last night's events resurfaced in my head, particularly when I thought of that man's nasty actions at the mall. A shudder shot down my spine, but I ignored it; he had paid for what he'd done. I didn't want myself to get drained by thoughts of him; I had more important things to do today.
I took a half-day off from work to take Amrit to the hospital. I smiled faintly as I remembered my adorable little brother, who was no longer so small. Since his injury, he had been paralyzed from the waist down, but his spirit remained strong. If only his situation weren't so painful for him, I thought, my heart aching a bit.
"Angad, putt, uth jao hun!" I called gently as I approached his room. He rubbed his eyes and gave me a tired smile.
(Angad dear, wake up now.)
"Cheerful, huh? I will take it as a compliment!" I chuckled as I helped him with his morning schedule.
After a brief breakfast, we made our way to the hospital. Amrit cracked a few jokes along the way, as he always did, to lighten the atmosphere. But my thoughts were racing with concern over his condition. I'd been praying for a miracle, and I couldn't help but feel anxious as we approached the hospital.
Dr. Kabir Shergill, Amrit's doctor, a man in his late twenties, greeted us with a warm smile as he entered the examination room. He'd been our rock for the past few weeks, always honest yet positive about Angad's improvement.
"Good morning, Angad and Avleen. "Let us get you checked out, young man," Dr. Shergill replied gently, bringing his stool closer to Angad's seat.
"Morning, Doctor!" Angad responded, grinning. He appeared relaxed, but I could feel his anxiousness beneath the smile.
I stayed close by as Dr. Shergill examined Angad, going over his normal tests and taking his time to thoroughly inspect everything. After a few minutes, he set down his tools and stared at us, his expression abnormally serious.
"Avleen," he began, turning to face me, "there's something we need to discuss."
I had a sinking sensation in my stomach but nodded, attempting to remain calm. "Of course, Dr. Shergill. What is going on?"
He took a long breath, looked at Angad, and then back at me. "After reviewing his progress and his recent scans, I believe there's a window for treatment-an opportunity to restore mobility to Angad's legs."
Angad and I exchanged surprised looks, with hope in our eyes.
"Really, Doctor?!" Angad's voice was full of joy, but I could also notice his hesitation. He had been let down before.
"Yes, Angad." There is a possibility. But there's a catch," Dr. Shergill explained, his tone becoming more serious. "The treatment should begin soon, preferably within the next week. If we wait too long, the prospects of recovering mobility will be substantially reduced. In six months, the damage could be irreversible."
