you are my destiny

chapter 63.

Abhimaan coughed violently, his body trembling.

Ahana panicked, holding his face in her hands.
Ahana: “Are you okay? Can you hear me? Look at me!”

Another cough escaped, but this time blood spilled from his mouth. Ahana froze in horror, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Ahana: “No… Abhimaan! No, please… don’t do this to me!”

She pressed her trembling hands on his wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. His body grew limp against her.

Ahana: “Wake up!!! Please, wake up!”

Shagun’s shaky voice broke through.
Shagun: “The ambulance… it’s here!”

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At the hospital, everyone anxiously waited outside the Operation Theatre. Ahana sat in the corner, her hands still stained with Abhimaan’s blood, sobbing and blaming herself.

Just then, Abhimaan’s phone—kept with Shravani—began to ring. Seeing the caller ID, her heart clenched. It was his brother. She picked it up with trembling hands and explained everything. Within 15–20 minutes, Abhimaan’s family arrived at the hospital, their faces pale with fear.

Ahana’s cries echoed in the corridor.

Meanwhile, Avinash (Abhimaan’s elder brother) received a call. It was his wife. After a short, tense conversation, he walked over to Armaan.

Avinash: “Armaan… can you do me a favour?”
Armaan: “Of course, bhai. Tell me.”
Avinash: “My wife and sister are at the entrance. Could you bring them up? I need to go fetch some medicines.”

Armaan nodded and headed downstairs.

But as he reached the ground floor, a thought struck him.
Armaan (to himself): “Wait… how will I even recognize them? I’ve never met them before…”

Before he could figure it out, his steps faltered. His eyes landed on a girl sitting in the corner, speaking on her phone. His heart skipped a beat—it was her. His Miss Stranger.

For a moment, he forgot everything. A smile crept onto his lips unconsciously as he slowly approached her. Clearing his throat, he made his presence known.

She looked up, startled.
Ms. Stranger: “You… what are you doing here?”
Armaan (half-smiling): “Did you run away from home again…?”

Before she could reply, a soft but urgent voice came from behind.
Voice: “Arya…”

Armaan turned to see a heavily pregnant woman walking toward them with effort. He quickly rushed to her side, supporting her carefully.

Arya hurried over, her face anxious.
Arya: “Ruhi bhabhi! Where were you? I was so worried—Avi bhai isn’t even answering my calls! And you brought me here without even explaining why!”

Ruhanika managed a weary smile.
Ruhanika: “We’re here because… Maan is critical. I called Avi, and he said he was sending someone named Armaan to get us.”

Arya’s world shattered.
Arya: “Wait—what do you mean by bhai is critical? What happened to him?”

Armaan hesitated, but her teary eyes demanded the truth.
Armaan: “He… he was attacked.”

Both Arya and Ruhi gasped in shock. Arya’s eyes filled with tears.
Arya: “Attacked?”

Armaan nodded grimly and urged them to follow him upstairs.

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Outside the Operation Theatre, the tension was unbearable. Ahana sat silently, staring at her trembling hands still stained red. Her heart was breaking, each second dragging on like an eternity as the doctors fought to save Abhimaan’s life.

They all finally reached Abhimaan’s apartment late in the evening. The atmosphere was heavy; no one had spoken much during the drive, each lost in their own fear and worry for him.

At the entrance, Rihaan stepped forward, gently helping Ruhi bhabhi and Uma aunty walk inside. The lift arrived, but it was already half-full with three other people.

“Bhabhi, aunty, you both go first. I’ll come with Arya,” Armaan said quickly, holding the door. Rihaan nodded and guided them inside.

The lift doors slid shut, leaving Armaan and Arya behind in the dimly lit parking lot.

Arya crossed her arms, staring at the ground, her face still wet with tears. The silence between them was thick, broken only by the occasional honk from the street outside.

“You should go sit in the car,” Armaan said softly, glancing at her. “You’ve been crying for hours. You’ll make yourself sick.”

Arya looked up sharply, eyes blazing. “How can you expect me to sit calmly when my bhai is fighting for his life?”

Armaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just—” He paused, searching for the right words. “I know what he means to you.”

Arya’s throat tightened. She bit her lip hard, but her voice still trembled. “He’s not just my brother, Armaan. He’s my everything. He’s… the reason I’m strong.”

For a moment, Armaan didn’t know how to respond. Something in her raw honesty pierced through his usual carefree self. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“He’s going to be fine. I promise.”

Arya scoffed bitterly, brushing away her tears. “Promises don’t work in real life. If something happens to him—” Her voice broke, and she looked away.

Without thinking, Armaan reached out and gently held her wrist. “Arya. Look at me.”

She froze, startled by his sudden firmness. Slowly, she turned her tearful gaze to him.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. For the first time, his tone carried no arrogance, no flirtation—only quiet sincerity.

The lift dinged again. Both startled and stepped inside, the silence between them now different—charged, fragile.

As the doors slid shut, Arya stood close to him, hugging her dupatta tightly. Armaan kept his hands in his pockets, but his eyes flickered to her reflection in the mirror wall of the lift.

Neither spoke, yet something unspoken hung heavy in the air, binding them in that brief, enclosed space.

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Please ignore all the mistakes as English is not my first language

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