The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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Aviraj walks down the hospital corridor, his long strides quickly closing the distance between him and his brothers.
"What happened?" he asks with urgency.
He had been in the middle of a crucial meet-up with a potential business associate when Abhyudit's message had arrived. Excusing himself, he had left the meeting unfinished to rush to the hospital.
"Bhaiya was driving out of the parking area, and we didn't see her coming. She just ran into the car out of nowhere." Aayansh recounts the events leading up to the collision. "The doctors are treating her. Let's hope she's fine."
Aviraj's gaze turns to Abhyudit, sensing that his mind was elsewhere. "What are you thinking?"
"I was wondering if the whole thing was calculated and planned," Abhyudit replies, his focus drifting back to his brothers.
"You mean she did it on purpose? Deliberately crashed into our car? I don't think so." Aayansh's voice was laced with surprise, reflecting his uncertainty. "It didn't seem like deliberate act... but I don't know. We can't really trust anyone."
"I'm not jumping to conclusions without any evidence, but it's hard to ignore the possibility," Abhyudit rationalizes, casting aside his skepticism.
"I'll ask Naman to get the CCTV footage from the parking area. Don't worry, and we'll deal with the rest later," Aviraj says, in conclusion.
With that, he pulls out his phone and walks away, scrolling through his contacts to make necessary arrangements to investigate the incident further.
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Jivika steps out of the hospital room and looks at Shirina, who was seated on the bench outside, blankly staring at the floor.
Shirina's hands were gripping the edge of the bench tightly, the haze in her mind seeming to suffocate her. Her feet were shivering continously, betraying her unreadable exterior.
"Shirina," Jivika calls out slowly, but Shirina doesn't respond. It was like she hadn't heard her voice.
Jivika places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to flinch violently. Shirina's eyes widen in horror and she jerks her hand away, her gaze darting to Jivika. A surge of guilt washes over her, and her hands begin to tremble.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to... it was just..." She trails off, her eyes clouding over with the memories of blood replaying in her mind.
"It's okay." Jivika's expression was concerned, and she takes a seat beside her.
"You look disturbed. Is everything okay?" She recalls Shirina's silence during the car ride from the mall to the hospital, and ponders if something was bothering her.
Shirina shakes her head in denial. "I was distracted by what happened. It keeps replaying in my mind."
"That's normal. It was unexpected and shocking," Jivika says warmly, understanding her plight, and places a comforting hand over hers.
