"तेरी मोहब्बत में ऐसा असर है,
दिल के हर कोने में तेरा ही घर है।
तुझे महसूस करूँ तो लगे ऐसे,
जैसे तू मेरे हर साँस में बसर है।"
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The room was a flurry of movement, doctors and evident in every step. Even his chote papa, usually the calmest among them, had a look of dread on his face as he murmured silent prayers.
A nurse approached Avyansh, a clipboard in hand. "Sir, we need your signature here," she said, her voice calm yet somber, hinting at the gravity of the situation.
Avyansh took the clipboard, gripping it tightly as he struggled to steady his trembling hands. Behind him, the doctor stepped forward, his expression grave.
"Sir, I must be honest with you. The surgery is critical, and we can't guarantee the outcome. It could go either way, and... it's serious. I need you to understand that the hospital can't be held responsible if..." The doctor trailed off, his gaze solemn, as if even he dreaded the thought of finishing that sentence.
Avyansh's jaw tightened, his eyes hardening with determination. He could feel every fiber of his being screaming for something, anything, to save her. He looked down at the form in his hand, knowing that one signature would determine the next step.
His fingers shook as he took a pen from his pocket, pressing it to the paper, but he couldn't bring himself to sign.
Shaswat placed a firm hand on his shoulder, his voice a quiet murmur meant only for him. "Avyansh, if there's even a chance-no matter how small-she deserves it.
Avyansh swallowed hard, looking up at his father, whose steady gaze reflected both the strength and fear they all felt. He turned to the doctor. "Do whatever it takes," he said, his voice laced with both command and plea. "I'll sign. Just... save her."
The nurse nodded, relief and understanding flashing briefly in her eyes as she took the signed form and rushed away.
Avyansh clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he stared at the closed doors of the operating room, a silent prayer tumbling from his lips.
This was out of his hands now, and that thought filled him with an almost unbearable weight. He could do nothing but wait, every second stretching painfully, an endless agony in which hope and despair waged war within his chest.
Avyansh's voice cut through the tension like a blade, cold and sharp. His gaze bore into the doctor, each word laced with a dangerous intensity.
"If anything happens to her," he said, his tone low but threatening, "be prepared to face my wrath. Every single one of you."
The doctor's face paled slightly, the weight of Avyansh's words sinking in. Even Shaswat and Dev exchanged uneasy glances, knowing how serious he was.
Avyansh was a man who rarely raised his voice or lost control, but today, it was clear that he wouldn't hesitate to unleash his fury if anything went wrong.
"Mr. Raghuvanshi," the doctor responded, trying to remain calm. "We'll do everything we can. But please understand, the situation is-"
"I don't want explanations," Avyansh interrupted, his jaw clenched tightly. "I want results. I want her safe."
