Flight Lt. Samrat Singh Shekawat is burdened by the sins of his past. Flight Lt. Tanvi Sharma has seen him at his worst and still loves him. Samrat has a hunch about what she feels though they remain friends. She doesn't want to confess as she doesn...
Tanvi wakes up after the stipulated two hours set by Anuja.
"Where am I?" She croaks, still lying on the bed clutching her forehead. "On the hospital bed? Ugh... I cannot move..."
Farhan goes, "uth yaar, chalte hain," to which Samrat bops him on the back. "Woh abhi kaise uthegi, Farhan?" he chides as Anuja walks in.
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Tanvi closes her half open eyes with a sigh. In her dwindling consciousness, she can only hear muffled voices. "Main... so jaati... I'm feeling awful... Sapne mei shayad thoda chain mile..."
Dr Anuja laughs hearing those words. With a shake of her head, she faces Samrat and Farhan.
"Tum log Tanvi ko ghar le jao. I mean, usko yahan par sone de sakte hain. Lekin abhi koi danger nahin hai to usey le jao. Let her sleep in the comfort of her bed and dream good dreams."
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Farhan sighs after Anuja leaves, looking at Tanvi who's snoozing. "Yaar, kaise le jayein? Yeh uth nahi rahi! Koi stretcher bhi nahin hai aur na hi wheelchair. Hume hi uthana padega."
He looks at Samrat. "Tu uthayega ya main? Who shall carry her?"
"I will carry her."
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Samrat's response is prompt. He carries Tanvi out of the emergency room, down to his jeep and then back into her apartment. Very tenderly, he lays her on her bed and tucks her in, the duvet covering until her collarbones, the ac set to a comfortable cold temperature.
