Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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Devam jolted awake, blinking away the remnants of sleep as he took in his surroundings.

His cabin clock read 7 a.m., and with a sleepy rub of his eyes, he realized he had spent the night on his cabin couch.

Quickly standing, he stretched and made his way to the washroom to freshen up.

The memory of last night flooded back-the injured woman who'd been wheeled into surgery under critical condition.

Curious about her recovery, he went straight to the nurse's station.

"She woke up an hour ago, doctor," the nurse informed him, seeing the question in his eyes.

He sighed in relief, nodding.

"Can I meet her?"

"Of course, Dr. Grewal. You're in charge of her case, so it's best you do," the nurse replied with a knowing smile.

Devam headed down the hall to her room, anticipation and curiosity both tugging at him.

Vrinda slowly opened her eyes, feeling the sterile scent of antiseptic fill her senses.

A dull ache pulsed through her abdomen, and as she glanced around, she realized she was lying in a hospital bed, her body slightly sore from the recent ordeal.

Memories began flooding back.

Last night... She remembered the chase, the split-second decision, and then the searing pain as the bullet lodged itself in her side.

She hadn't informed her team, wanting to avoid alarming them.

There had been no time, and she had spotted a hospital nearby.

She'd barely made it through the doors before everything had gone black.

Blinking, she tried to sit up, her hand instinctively moving to her bandaged side.

Just then, a figure stepped into the room, and she froze.

"Don't strain yourself," he said, moving closer.

She looked up, momentarily locking eyes with him, and he noticed a glimmer of recognition in her gaze, as if she'd seen him before but wasn't quite sure.

"How are you feeling, ma'am?" he asked softly, watching her carefully.

She nodded, giving a quick, tired shrug.

"Do you need anything?" he asked again, noticing her struggling.

She sighed, "I want to get up."

"I'm sorry, but you'll need to rest for a while longer."

"I can't lie here all day," she replied irritably, her tone reflecting her frustration.

Devam couldn't help but chuckle at her determination. "I get it. But your wound and stitches are fresh. Even a little stress could reopen them."

She seemed annoyed, but he adjusted the bed's incline so she could sit up comfortably.

For a moment, she looked at him with something close to gratitude.

"I'm Dr. Devam Grewal," he introduced himself, waiting for her to do the same.

But she ignored him, gazing off with a hint of defiance.

Amused, he cleared his throat.

"How exactly did you get injured?" he asked, curious.

She glared. "Why are you playing Kaun Banega Crorepati with me?"