𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

HEART ON FIRE

The hospital was in complete chaos as Ayan was rushed to the emergency room, doctors and nurses scrambling to stabilize him. The halls buzzed with urgency, the tension palpable as the medical staff worked frantically to save him.

Outside, the scene was no less hectic-lines of cars and police vehicles stretched for miles, sirens wailing in the distance. Monica stormed through the entrance, her panic evident in every step she took. Her world was unraveling, and she didn't care that her presence was disturbing everyone around her. The lives of the other patients in the hospital didn't matter-Ayan was her obsession, and she would do anything to protect him.

She barked orders at her guards. "Check everyone! Everything! I don't care who they are. Someone drugged my son, and I will find out who!" Her voice was sharp, a mix of authority and desperation.

Meanwhile, Arohi struggled to get a taxi, her hands shaking with worry. Her panic was contagious, and Lavanya and Prachi couldn't help but notice the frantic energy that radiated from her.

"Arohi, calm down. He'll be fine," Prachi reassured her, gently tapping her back as they tried to steady her nerves.

But Arohi's patience was fraying. "I'm walking there," she muttered, gripping her bag tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Lavanya stepped in front of her, her voice laced with concern. "Why are you doing this for them, Arohi? For the guys who hurt you so badly?"

Arohi rolled her eyes in frustration, but her voice remained steady. "Lavanya, this is not the time for this conversation." She turned away, calling Malika as she walked, her footsteps quick and urgent.

Back at the hospital, Malika's heart dropped as she ended the call with Arohi. She looked around the room, a sudden realization hitting her hard. "We need to stop Arohi. She shouldn't be here."

Abhi, who had been absorbed in his work, paused, his eyes narrowing. "Malika, Pritam told me Arohi brought Ayan some kind of soup... you think it's connected?"

Before Malika could respond, she heard the sharp ring of her phone. She glanced at the screen-an incoming call from her contact. Her gut twisted with anxiety.

"Guys, Monica is looking for Arohi," Malika muttered, her voice trembling with dread. She grabbed her head, feeling the weight of the situation closing in. "Mr. Mehra was asking about her. I managed to get away from him, but she will find her no matter what we do!"

Her breath quickened. The walls felt like they were closing in, and panic was beginning to take hold.

Monica sat outside the emergency room, her nails digging into the armrest of her chair, her mind a whirlwind of rage and panic. Her perfectly manicured fingers trembled as she held onto her phone, waiting for an update. The hospital buzzed with chaos around her, but she heard nothing-until a low whisper brushed against her ear.

"Arohi Bose."

Her eyes twitched. A sudden chill ran down her spine. She turned her head sharply, but no one was there. Then, her gaze shifted to the screen in front of her-lines upon lines of information flashing in front of her, all about her. The girl who had been seen with Ayan.

Arohi.

Monica's lips curled into a scowl, her fury bubbling beneath the surface like a dormant volcano about to erupt. She was here.

Inside the emergency room, Ayan stirred. His body felt heavy, his mind foggy, like he was drifting between two worlds. His breath hitched as images flickered in his mind-visions, memories, something burning.