As the doctor scrubbed in, his skilled hands poised to begin the delicate surgery, Ayan's emotional dam burst. He wept uncontrollably, his body wracked with sobs, as he mechanically signed the papers thrust in front of him. Memories of Roshni flooded his mind, each tender moment they had shared now taunting him with what could be lost forever.
Vivan approached him, his voice low and soothing. "Ayan, don't worry, Roshni will pull through. But you need to take care of yourself too - you're injured. Let the nurse tend to your wounds." But Ayan shook his head, his eyes fixed on the door to the ICU, his gaze burning with a desperate intensity. "I'm fine, I don't need anything."
Just then, Harleen burst into the hospital, her face etched with worry, her eyes wide with fear. She sprinted towards them, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. "What happened to Roshni? What's going on?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anxiety. Vivan stepped forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "Harleen, calm down, we'll explain everything..."
Harleen's eyes blazed with accusation as she confronted Mahir. "What happened to Roshni? What did you do to her?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage.
Vivan intervened, his voice calm and measured. "Harleen, it's not Mahir's fault. He didn't..."
But Harleen cut him off, her words spilling out in a torrent of anger and fear. "He was the one who was supposed to protect her! He was the one who was supposed to keep her safe! If he had just answered her calls, none of this would have happened!"
Mahir's face was etched with pain and regret, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow. Vivan placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Mahir didn't know, Harleen. He didn't know what would happen."
Harleen's expression turned incredulous. "He didn't know? How could he not know? He was the one who was supposed to be watching out for her!"
Vivan's voice was gentle but firm. "Mahir was injured too, Harleen. He's losing blood. We need to focus on getting Roshni the help she needs."
Harleen's face paled as she processed the information. "Roshni has hemophilia... a minor injury can be fatal. What's going to happen now?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with a deep fear.
Vivan's voice was laced with a mix of anxiety and hope as he turned to Harleen. "The doctor has started the surgery," he informed her, his eyes locked onto hers.
Harleen's face contorted in distress, her mind racing with the implications. "What am I supposed to tell her family?" she asked, her voice trembling. "They're arriving in 10 days... what do I say to them?"
Vivan's expression was somber, but his voice was reassuring. "Let's wait for Roshni to regain consciousness. We'll deal with the rest later," he said, his eyes filled with a deep concern.
Harleen nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She stood frozen, her mind reeling with the uncertainty of it all. Ayan, meanwhile, was lost in his own world, his mind consumed by thoughts of Roshni. He was oblivious to his surroundings, his heart beating only for her.
Just then, the surgery doors swung open, and the doctor emerged, his face etched with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Ayan sprang to life, his eyes locking onto the doctor's, his voice trembling with anxiety. "How is she? What happened? Was the surgery successful?" he asked, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush.