Anjali cried out in pain, clutching her stomach as tears streamed down her face. Aryan's mind spun; his brother was in critical condition, and now his wife was in labor. It felt as if the world's weight had crashed onto his shoulders.
The medical team rushed to Anjali, assisting her toward the delivery room. Aryan was told to stay outside, helpless and distraught.
Arushi stayed close, trying to calm him while reassuring him that Aahan would be okay. Yash remained nearby, monitoring Aahan's condition as the doctors continued to examine him.
Aryan could hear Anjali's screams from the delivery room, each one cutting through him like a knife. His eyes welled up with tears as he leaned against the wall, overwhelmed.
Arushi placed a hand on his shoulder, her own tears falling, and said softly, "Sab theek hoga. Anjali aur baby dono theek honge."
Moments later, the shrill cry of a newborn baby echoed through the corridor. Aryan broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Arushi smiled through her tears and said,
"Congratulations, Aryan. Papa ban gaye tum."
A nurse emerged, holding a tiny baby in her arms. The doctor followed and handed the baby to Aryan. "Congratulations, it's a girl," the doctor said with a warm smile.
Aryan hesitated, nervous and afraid. His hands trembled as he held his daughter for the first time, staring at the tiny, delicate being in his arms.
Tears streamed down his face as he asked, "Doctor, my wife... voh kaisi hai?"
The doctor smiled reassuringly. "She's fine. She's resting now, and you can see her soon."
Meanwhile, in another room, Aahan's eyelids fluttered open.
The nurse attending to him noticed and immediately called the doctor. Aahan's hoarse voice whispered one name, over and over. "A-Arushi..."
The doctor completed his checkup and informed Yash. "He's awake and stable, but he's calling for Arushi."
Yash grinned and rushed to the waiting area where Aryan and Arushi were. His eyes landed on Aryan holding the baby, and his smile widened.
"Aryan, congratulations! Aur Arushi..." he paused, his tone softening, "Aahan tumhe bula raha hai."
Arushi's breath hitched. She glanced at Aryan, who gave her a small nod of encouragement. With trembling hands and a racing heart, she rushed toward Aahan's room.
As Arushi stepped into the room, her eyes filled with tears at the sight of Aahan lying on the hospital bed, his face pale but his eyes searching desperately.
When their gazes met, Aahan's lips curled into a weak smile. "A-Arushi..." he whispered, his voice breaking.
Arushi moved closer, her hands trembling. "Kyu... pareshan karte ho huh? Kyu rulate ho itna?" she said, her voice choked with emotion, her tears barely allowing her to speak.
"I... I thought I'd lost you," Aahan replied, his hand weakly reaching out for hers.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
