INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors.
In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life.
In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken.
A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing.
Avantika (whispers, trembling):
They'll take her from me... like they took everything else...
Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip.
NANI (weakly):
She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy...
AVANTIKA:
They don't know. They never knew she existed.
NANI:
He's your blood too... Rishi... find him...
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