•Δ44~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

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Taniya stood outside the hospital, pacing nervously as she waited for Aditya. The cold wind bit her cheeks but she barely noticed.

She reached into her bag to call him when a notification lit up her phone screen.

It was a message from Isha.

"When are you going to tell him?"

This wasn't the first time Isha had asked. In fact, her inbox was now flooded with a barrage of messages and stickers, each urging her to confess her feelings to Aditya.

According to Isha, if Taniya loved him, he deserved to know. But Taniya wasn't so sure. She wanted the moment to be perfect-a special day when she could pour her heart out without fear of rejection.

Because rejection from Aditya? That would shatter her.

She sighed, locking her phone and letting the cold seep into her thoughts.

As she tried to steady her racing heart, an ambulance's wailing sirens pierced the air jolting her out of her reverie.

She watched as it screeched to a halt near the emergency entrance, paramedics rushing a bloodied man into the hospital.

She whispered a silent prayer for the stranger fighting for his life.

A frantic voice broke her thoughts.

"Dr. Taniya!"

She turned to see Nathan sprinting toward her. His face was pale, his hands trembling as he pointed toward the hospital.

"Nathan, what happened? Are you okay?"

"The patient...he is... he," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You need to-"

Before he could finish, Taniya grabbed her bag and rushed inside. She thought of the patient Nathan mentioned, her instincts kicking in as she sprinted toward the emergency ward.

The sharp scent of antiseptic hit her nose as she opened the door, the chaos of the room engulfing her. Nurses and doctors surrounded the stretcher, their faces tight with concentration as they worked to stabilize the patient.

"Vitals are dropping!" a nurse called out.

"We need to prep for surgery immediately," another replied.

Taniya approached, but before she could get closer, the head surgeon intercepted her. He placed firm hands on her shoulders, his voice calm but urgent."The patient's condition is critical. We're not sure he'll make it. Get ready for the surgery. Prep the OT," he said the last sentence to the nurse there.

Moments later, an odd sense of unease sat heavy in her chest as she changed into her scrubs.

It felt like the air itself was thicker, harder to breathe.

With gloves snug in her hands,she was now outside the pre operative ward where the patient was kept.

A nurse rushed toward her, carrying a tray with a patient's personal belongings-a bloodstained wallet, a watch and a familiar bracelet - The one with a T initial.

Taniya's heart stilled the moment her eyes landed on the bracelet.

It wasn't just familiar; it was his.

She knew every detail, down to the small T that was hanging on the chain.

"Dr. Taniya," the nurse said softly, her voice almost apologetic, "here are the patient's belongings. I'll pray for Mr. Singhania."

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