Chapter 10

Third person's POV

Mihir's heart raced as he witnessed Gauravi losing her balance near the staircase. Time seemed to slow down, and a sense of helplessness washed over him. "Gauravi!" he shouted, his voice trembling with urgency. Every step felt like an eternity as he desperately tried to reach her in time, but fate seemed determined to play a cruel game.

In that moment, he saw her vulnerability, the fragility of life on full display. Her eyes, filled with tears, just a few moments back, widened with shock now as she teetered on the edge of the staircase. Mihir's instincts screamed at him to save her, to protect the woman he had loved since childhood.

The world blurred as he sprinted towards her, a silent prayer escaping his lips. But before he could wrap his arms around her and pull her to safety, fate intervened mercilessly. Gauravi tumbled, and the horrifying thud echoed in Mihir's ears as she landed on the ground floor.

"Goddd!" he gasped, his heart clenching in agony. Panic and dread seized him as he rushed to her side, a million thoughts racing through his mind. He gently cradled her in his arms, her limp form a stark contrast to the lively woman he knew.

He was too shocked to say anything but he managed to shout somehow which brought the attention of everyone around. " Gauravvviiii!!!!"

Their friends Roohi and Vihan were following them they rushed and were also shocked to see what happened.

" Mihir, come back to your senses. We need to take her to the emergency and inform Gautam uncle. " Roohi shook him, Mihir nodded and when Vihan tried to get her in his arms, he shook his head and asked him to make arrangements, and Roohi to inform Gautam Jindal.

Mihir picked up in his arms and rushed to the emergency ward like a madman. Mihir's eyes never left Gauravi as he carried her, feeling the weight of the situation pressed heavily upon him. He could sense her fragility, her life hanging in the balance. The realization that he might lose her intensified the ache in his chest.

The ward boys came with the stretcher. Vihan helped him lay Gauravi on it properly and they rushed again.

Upon reaching the emergency room, Mihir's world collided with chaos and concern. Doctors, nurses, and the rest of her family rushed around, amplifying the gravity of the situation. He watched, helpless, as they whisked her away for immediate medical attention.

The on-duty doctor was waiting there to attend to her immediately. But he was the junior doctor.

" Vihan, call Dr Rajeev here right away! " Mihir shouted and Vihan who was the son of the other owner of the hospital, Dr Vikram Singh Rathore, nodded and started making arrangements.

In the sterile, bustling corridors of the multi-specialty hospital, shock and sorrow permeated the air as the news of Gauravi's fall spread like wildfire among the medical staff.

Gautam, Gauravi's father, came running along with his nephew Siddh. Roohi had gone to inform them and, they were shocked as hell.

Despite being the owner of the multi-specialty hospital, Gautam was feeling a profound sense of helplessness. His usually composed demeanor crumbled as he rushed towards the emergency room, the weight of the situation bearing down on him.

As he entered the room and saw Gauravi lying unconscious on the bed, his heart sank. A mixture of fear and anguish clouded his eyes. Gautam, a seasoned radiologist, was accustomed to diagnosing and treating others, but the vulnerability of his own daughter shook him to the core. He turned to the attending doctor, his voice edged with desperation, "Do whatever it takes to save her. She's my daughter, my Gauravi. Please, save her." His voice was breaking.

The hospital's emergency room became a frantic battleground of emotions.

Siddharth and Shruti, (Siddh's parents and Gauravi's paternal uncle and his wife) also came rushing as soon as the news spread to the dermatology department.

In the waiting room, surrounded by the worried faces of her family and friends, Mihir's mind raced through the memories he shared with Gauravi. From their innocent days in kindergarten to the complexities of adulthood, she had been the constant thread in the fabric of his life. A life that now seemed fragile, just like hers.

Amid the chaos, Siddh, Gauravi's protective brother, paced anxiously. His hands clenched into fists, and his jaw tightened with worry. Siddh had always been overprotective of Gauravi, and the mere thought of her suffering sent a surge of protective rage through him. He glared at the hospital staff, silently warning them not to falter in their duty.

When Maurvi, Gauravi's mother, arrived at the scene, (as she was not present in the hospital), the sight of her daughter in distress, through that glass window, shattered her composure. Tears streamed down her face as she wanted to go to Gauravi's side, her hands trembling.

"Gauravi, my child!" she sobbed, her heartache echoing in her voice. Maurvi's maternal instincts kicked in, and she clung to the hope that her daughter would pull through.

In the emergency room, the medical team worked tirelessly.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing moment intensifying the collective worry of Gauravi's family. Siddh's fierce protectiveness manifested in his stern expression, a silent vow to shield his sister from any harm.

Siddh's eyes never left Gauravi. He muttered silent prayers, his emotions oscillating between anger and anguish. The weight of his sister's well-being rested heavily on his shoulders, and he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions raging within him.

He asked everyone what happened, and Roohi told him everything. While Mihir was sitting like a statue, it seemed that he was not there. Tears were flowing from his eyes.

Siddh got angry and cursed Shaurya once and said that he would kill him, but as soon as he realized where he was, he tried to control his anger as he didn't want to create any controversy here in the hospital, didn't want to give a topic for the gossip to others. But he wanted to kill Shaurya at the moment but he could not leave his sister like this here.

Shaurya would have to pay for his deeds very soon. Gauravi and Siddh were born on the same day, of the same month and year. They have been very close to each other just like twins but both had different sets of friends. So he was very upset and tense.

Gautam, while maintaining a facade of professionalism, could hardly conceal the emotional turmoil that gripped him. The hospital owner now faced the reality that even the most advanced medical facilities couldn't shield his own family from life's uncertainties.

As Maurvi asked her husband Gautam about the baby, Mihir got the news about Gauravi's pregnancy, and his heart sank. Mixed emotions churned within him- the heartbreak of realizing it wasn't his child. The room felt heavy with silence hung in the air. Does that mean that she was pregnant with Shaurya's child and he refused to accept it??

He was feeling angry, cheated, frustrated, helpless, and heartbroken.

Yet, Mihir's love for Gauravi eclipsed the pain. He decided to stand by her side, ready to accept her and the child, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Love, in its truest form, stood resilient in the face of adversity.