Unconditional Love

56. Back home

The hospital room bustled with quiet activity as Aman was finally being discharged.

Virat double-checked every instruction from the doctor, Rohit packed up Aman's belongings, and Jassi helped him into comfortable clothes.

Aman sat on the hospital bed, feeling drained but relieved.

Three days in the hospital had left him exhausted, but the thought of finally going home brought some comfort.

"Ready to go, kiddo?" Virat asked, standing beside him, his protective gaze never changing.

Aman hummed softly, nodding. "More than ready."

Rohit chuckled, adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder. "Then let's get you out of here before Virat decides to keep you under medical supervision for another day."

Virat shot him a glare but didn't deny it.

With careful movements, Jassi and Virat helped Aman into a wheelchair, despite his weak protests that he could walk.

"Doctor's orders," Virat reminded him, voice firm yet gentle.

Aman sighed but allowed it, too tired to argue.

The car ride home was mostly quiet, the exhaustion evident on everyone's faces.

When they finally reached home, Aman felt a sense of relief settle over him.

As soon as they entered, everything was spotless—cleaner than Aman had ever seen.

"Virat hired people to tidy up, making sure every corner was sanitized so there wouldn't be any issues for you," Rohit said, noticing Aman's curious gaze as he looked around.

Aman raised his eyebrows, and Rohit nodded in confirmation.

They both ended up shaking their heads at the stubborn perfectionist in their lives.

Jassi guided him to the bed, fluffing the pillows as Virat stood beside him, crossing his arms.

"You good?" Virat asked, scanning Aman's face for any discomfort.

Aman nodded, leaning back against the pillows. "I'm okay. But you guys look exhausted."

"We're fine," Rohit dismissed, but Aman gave him a tired look.

"You all have been running around nonstop. Just go and rest," he said, his voice laced with fatigue. "I'll be fine. Jassi's here."

Virat hesitated, clearly unwilling to leave.

Jassi sighed and reassured them, "I am here. He'll be fine."

Aman wanted to ask about Rahul Sir—about why he was here, why there was an odd familiarity he couldn't quite place—but his body felt too heavy, his energy drained.

Virat still lingered for a second longer before Rohit gently nudged him toward the door. "Come on, let's go."

With one last glance at Aman, Virat sighed and walked out, Rohit following behind.

Rahul Bhai stood at the door for a moment before giving Aman a small nod. "Rest well, Aman."

Aman blinked at him, a strange feeling stirring in his chest, but he was too tired to think about it now.

As the door closed behind them, he exhaled deeply, his head falling against the pillow.

Jassi sat beside him, taking his hand in his own, his voice soft but steady. "Sleep, baby. You need it."

Aman let his eyes close, his mind clouded with exhaustion, but somewhere, buried deep, questions in back of his mind.

Virat stood on the balcony, a cigarette between his fingers.