The next afternoon, the air in the hospital waiting room was heavy with exhaustion and nerves. Darshil sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the floor, a hollow ache lingering in his chest. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t eaten, he hadn’t even moved, desperate to hear any word about Aarvi’s condition. Shiv, Poorva, Nandini ji, and Ruhi sat nearby, each face reflecting the same glimmer of anxious hope.
Just then, the ICU doors swung open, and the doctor emerged, looking calm but slightly fatigued. Darshil shot up instantly, his heart pounding.
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