Author's POV

He settles into the car parked in front, joining Aadir and Mrs. Singhania, who are already seated with tense expressions.

Aadir immediately tries calling his bade papa, but his calls go unanswered.

The driver, sensing the urgency, swiftly starts the engine and speeds towards the hospital.

They arrive at the hospital in record time. Aadir leaps out of the car and rushes inside, his heart pounding following behind Niranjan and Antara.

He spots Drishti and Nisha sitting outside the operation theatre and quickly makes his way over to them.

"Badi mom..." he says, his voice filled with concern.

"She was taken into the operating room just a little while ago," Drishti explains, her eyes red from crying.

Mrs. Singhania sinks into the seat next to Drishti, who immediately embraces her, breaking down into tears. "Maa," she sobs, her voice trembling with emotion.

Nisha also sits beside them and wraps her arms around Mrs. Singhania. The weight of the incident still looms heavily over her, but she realizes how deeply these people have embedded themselves in her heart.

Aadir turns away from the group and sits alone in a corner, holding his face in his hands. Memories flood his mind-after their mother's death, Siya had taken both brothers under her wing. He remembers her clearly, but his attachment to Badi Maa was always stronger than to his own mother.

He never understood why.

Now, fear grips him at the thought of losing his mother figure again. He was only ten years old when Siya stepped into their lives, and she spared no effort to fill the void left by his mother. Her love had always been unwavering, ensuring he never felt the absence of maternal affection.

Aadir removes his hands from his face when he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder. Standing there is Niranjan. Without a second thought, Aadir stands up and hugs him tightly.

"I can't lose her, Dadu. I can't lose my mother again," he sobs, his voice breaking with emotion.

Mr. Singhania holds him firmly, his embrace strong and reassuring. "Nothing will happen," he says with quiet determination.

Minutes stretch into agonizing hours as they wait anxiously for the doctor to emerge. The tension in the air is palpable, each second ticking by with unbearable slowness.

As the door opened and the doctor stepped out, Mr. Singhania rushed over, his face etched with worry.

"Doctor, how is she?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "The patient is stable now. Make sure she avoids putting too much pressure on her hands and let her get plenty of rest. You can visit her later, but please, one at a time."

A collective sigh of relief filled the room, and everyone silently offered prayers of gratitude.

After the doctor and others left, Mr. Singhania turned to Adhir, his expression serious.

"Adhir, you received a call from someone earlier," he said, gently breaking the hug.

Adhir's eyes widened as he recalled the phone call.

"Yes!"

"We need to get Nisha away from here as soon as possible." Mr. singhania said in his serious voice.

Aadir frowned. "But how? We still don't have a clear plan."

Adhir's brow furrowed in thought until Mr. Singhania added, "Maybe your twin brother knows."

Adhir looked at him, perplexed. "Oh please, Dada, don't confuse me. Are you saying he already knows?"

Mr. Singhania nodded slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Exactly."

Just then, Mrs. Singhania stormed in from the hallway, her eyes blazing with anger and her posture rigid with fury. Her voice sliced through the tension in the room like a knife.

"Enough of this nonsense! First of all, tell me why there was so much security posted outside our house, and yet they were apparently asleep when this accident happened!" she demanded, her tone fierce.

Adhir glanced at Mr. Singhania with a sly smile and subtly pointed towards his grandmother. "Now let's face it," he muttered under his breath.

Mrs. Singhania wasn't done. Her frustration poured out as she continued, "What's the point of having such extensive security if they're completely clueless when it matters? Their security is as useless as they are!"

Adhir couldn't help but chuckle at her last remark, but his laughter quickly died when his grandmother shot him a withering glare that could freeze anyone in their tracks.

Mr. Singhania had been listening quietly, trying to maintain his composure, but her final comment made him jerk his head towards her sharply. He muttered something under his breath, barely audible.

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Time passes, and eventually, everyone comes home with Siya. At this moment, Abhiram is with her.

Aadir is sitting in Angad's room, contemplating his grandfather's words.

Just then, Angad enters the room, looking tired. After meeting his badi maa. Before tossing a file onto the bed and heading straight to change his clothes.

Aadir intrigued, picks up the file. As he skims through its contents, his eyes widen in shock and fill with relief when he sees a particular name.

"Arjun Sehgal..." he murmurs.

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