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"I am just going to say this one time, what are you still doing here? Cut the drama and leave!" I stand there, in a corner of the waiting area, my body almost numb and my eyes burning from all the crying, while Geetanjali Mam stands in front of me, spewing venom, darting me with her eyes.
Ever since I came here, she has had an issue with it, and she constantly keeps trying to get rid of me as if me being there will cause trouble to Atharv sir's operation.
"Mam, I will leave once I know sir is fine." I politely say, my voice almost cracking and coming out at the lowest decibel.
She looks at me with more anger intensifying in her eyes.
"Instead of trying to hush her away, you should go and pray for your to be husband Geetanjali." Ahaan sir suddenly steps in and says.
"Ahaan, what is wrong with you-"
The sudden sound of doorknob clicking, and door opening dramatically cuts Geetanjali mam off, and all of us get up with a strong jolt.
The compounder steps out of the OT, followed by the doctor, carefully taking off his surgical gloves.
All of sir's family members rush to the doctor, almost in a surging manner.
I control my overstimulated emotions and stop myself to rush along. Instead, I stop short a few steps away from the crowd around the doctor. Close enough to hear what the doctor says.
My heart thumps heavy in my chest, as every single silent second pinches under my skin. The doctor's face looks almost unreadable.
My breathing gets heavy, as I almost lose my balance, in the dreading fear of a bad news.
"Doctor, please! Say something!"
Atharv sir's mother rushes forward, her hands trembling as she clasps them together in prayer. His father stands beside her, his face taut with worry.
The doctor exhales, his expression a mix of exhaustion and relief. "It was a very difficult surgery," he begins, his voice calm but firm. "But Mr. Raizada is stable now."
A heavy weight lifts off my chest, but I don't dare breathe fully just yet.
"The next few days are critical. His body is recovering, but slowly. The prayers have worked," the doctor continues, offering a small, reassuring smile. "If you take proper care of him post-discharge, he will heal completely. However, negligence could cause complications, and he might suffer internally. So, he needs to be looked after with utmost care."
A sob breaks through the silence. Sir's mother covers her mouth, her body shaking as relief crashes over her in waves. Her husband immediately pulls her into his arms, whispering reassurances as she cries against his chest. His uncle and the rest of the family press their palms together in gratitude, thanking God for this miracle.
