𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

Getting closer, love arises

The harsh, sterile lights of the hospital flickered as the ambulance doors swung open, and Ayan was rushed inside, the paramedics pushing him quickly on a gurney, trying to stop the bleeding that seemed endless. The scent of antiseptic and the frantic sound of hurried footsteps filled the air.

Inside the emergency room, the doctors and nurses scrambled, calling out instructions and pulling various medical tools from their stations, their hands moving with practiced precision. "We need a trauma team, STAT!" one of the doctors barked, his eyes flicking between Ayan's condition and the team around him. Blood was everywhere-on the gurney, on the floor, his shirt soaked through.

Arohi stood frozen in the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched them disappear through the double doors of the emergency room. Her hands trembled, her mind a whirl of chaotic thoughts. She hadn't processed anything except the vision of Ayan's blood-so much blood.

"Ye-ye Kya Hogya," she whispered to herself, the words barely leaving her lips. Her vision blurred with tears, but she quickly blinked them back. She couldn't afford to break down now.

Abhi, standing beside her, watched her with a concerned expression. He could see the pain in her eyes, He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer a sense of calm, though he too was struggling with the sight of his boss, his friend-his brother-fighting for his life in that operating room. " it's all because of me" Arohi blamed herself

"Arohi, it's not your fault," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You didn't do this. You were right there with him. You stayed with him when he needed you most."

But Arohi shook her head, her breath hitching. "he will be fine right? usse kuch toh nahi hoga nah?" Her voice cracked with guilt, and she pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to push back the overwhelming surge of emotions.

Abhi sighed, his own eyes darkened with the weight of the situation. "Arohi calm down," he repeated, more firmly this time, "Ayan knew what he was doing. He made his choice to protect you. You can't blame yourself for that, And He has went through These kinda incident Alot....I know...I mean...he...will be fine" with every word he lost His Positivity.

But the guilt still at her. Every scenario in her head, every "what if" was pulling her deeper into a spiral of self-doubt.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the emergency room doors suddenly swung open, and a nurse stepped out, her face grim but composed. "Arohi?" she asked, scanning the room for the woman she had been expecting.

Arohi straightened, her breath catching in her throat. "Y-Yes?" she stammered, her eyes searching the nurse's face for some sort of sign that Ayan was okay.

The nurse looked at her with a kind but distant expression. "He's in critical condition," she said softly. "He's lost a lot of blood, and we're doing everything we can to stabilize him. The next few hours will be crucial."

Arohi's stomach dropped, her hands clutching her chest as she nodded silently. "Can I see him?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

The nurse hesitated, her lips pressing into a tight line. "He's still in surgery. I'll let you know as soon as we know more. Just try to stay calm."

Arohi's knees weakened, and Abhi immediately stepped in, catching her before she could collapse. He held her steady, guiding her to the nearest chair. "Just breathe, Arohi," he urged, his voice low but firm. "He will be fine, Arohi, you haven't eaten anything right?" Abhi orders one of right-hand man to bring her something

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Inside the operating room, Ayan's battle for survival raged on. The trauma surgeon worked tirelessly, her hands moving quickly and with precision. "He's losing too much blood," she said, her voice tight with urgency. "We need to transfuse now."