I am very dissapointed in the show. How can rohit give his baby to abhira and armman when he knows how insecure ruhi is about everything. Seriously i hate dkp for spoiling rohit's charecter.
Armaan and Abhira returned home with their newborn, amidst a mix of joy and sorrow. Meanwhile, Rohit arrived in an ambulance with Ruhi, who lay unconscious in a coma.
The family rallied around, helping to transfer Ruhi to her room, equipped with necessary medical equipment. Rohit stayed by Ruhi's side, his concern and worry palpable.
The rest of the family welcomed the new baby with bittersweet emotions - happiness for the newest addition, tempered by grief for Ruhi's critical condition and the loss of the other baby.
As Abhira was still recovering from childbirth, she and Armaan retreated to their room for much-needed rest.
Rohit sat beside Ruhi, clutching her frail hand as tears streamed down his face. The beeping of the life-support machines and the sterile hospital smell filled their room. Ruhi's pale face, once radiant with laughter, now lay still, her beauty muted by the coma.
"I'm sorry, Ruhi... I'm so sorry," Rohit muttered, overcome with guilt and despair. His eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, pleaded with her to wake up.
He gently stroked her hair, now dull and lifeless, remembering the vibrant locks that once cascaded down her back. Rohit's thoughts raced with memories of their laughter, their fights, and their unfinished dreams.
As he composed himself, wiping away tears, he gently kissed Ruhi's forehead, his lips trembling.
"Sorry, Ruhi, I know I hurt you deeply. I failed to understand your insecurities, your fears. I should have been there for you," Rohit whispered, his voice laced with regret.
He recalled the countless times Ruhi had tried to share her feelings, only to be dismissed by his own insecurities. The weight of his mistakes crushed him.
"I'm sorry for giving our baby to Bhaiya and Bhabhi. It's tearing me apart, knowing I snatched your happiness away. I was blind to your pain, your struggles," Rohit's voice cracked again as he sobbed.
Ruhi's stillness was a harsh reminder of his failures. He held her hand tighter, willing her to wake up.
"But I promise, princess, this is the last pain you'll endure. Once you're fine, we'll leave this house, escape all the insecurities and agony. It will be just us, and maybe... maybe our child too."
Rohit's eyes locked onto Ruhi's, searching for any sign of response. The machines beeped steadily, a cruel reminder of her fragile state.
"I'll give you all the happiness you've longed for since childhood. Just wake up soon, princess. Please," Rohit begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
As the darkness closed in, Rohit's resolve strengthened. He vowed to make amends, to be the husband Ruhi deserved.
Suddenly, Ruhi's monitor beeped erratically, and Rohit's heart skipped a beat. He frantically pressed the nurse's call button.
"Ruhi, no! Don't leave me!" Rohit's cry echoed through the room.
Nurses rushed in, their faces etched with concern.
"Sir, please step outside," one nurse urged.
Rohit hesitated, reluctant to leave Ruhi's side.
"Please, sir," the nurse insisted.
Rohit's world crumbled as he stepped out of room. His eyes fixed on the door, praying for a miracle. But his legs betrayed him, buckling under the weight of his anguish. He fell to his knees, overcome with despair.
