UNEXPECTED VOWS

part-3(first meet)

Prakash Hospital, 9:00 AM

The hospital was already buzzing with life. The soft chime of patient monitors, echo of hurried footsteps, and low murmurs of doctors and nurses filled the clean, white corridors of Prakash Hospital. Morning sunlight poured in through the tall windows, casting a sterile warmth over the polished tiles.

Yuvika Kundra, dressed in her crisp white coat, her ID card swinging gently as she walked, moved quickly down the corridor. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, her shoes clicking softly against the floor. Though she had spent the early hours assisting in the emergency ward, her mind was elsewhere—on her brother.

Karan’s voice from morning haunted her. It wasn’t the strong, unshakable Karan she had always known. No jokes, no smart remarks. Just… silence and brokenness.

She reached the front desk.

“Good morning, Dr. Yuvika,” greeted Reema, the senior receptionist with a warm smile.

“Morning, Reema,” Yuvi replied with a tight nod. “I need to book an appointment with Dr. Tejasswi Prakash. Today.”

Reema raised an eyebrow, curious. “For you? You already see her daily during rounds.”

Yuvi shook her head. “No. It’s not for me. It’s for my brother. He’s not doing well. Mentally… emotionally. And I trust only Dr. Tejasswi with this.”

Reema scanned the appointment schedule on the screen. “She’s fully booked until evening. Only the last slot left—6:00 PM.”

Yuvi didn’t even pause. “Book it.”

Reema looked up again. “Name?”

Yuvi hesitated for a second. “Just… write ‘K.’ No full name, please.”

Reema gave her a long look but didn’t question. “Alright. 6:00 PM. Have him report by 5:45.”

Yuvi: “Thank you so much.”

She gave a nod of gratitude and quickly left, pulling out her phone as she exited the reception area.

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Kundra Mansion

The day was quieter than usual. Omi had taken charge and canceled all of Karan’s meetings, ad shoots, and public appearances. He wanted him to breathe, to rest—even if for a day.

Karan sat on his bedroom balcony, a book open on his lap, unread. The morning breeze brushed his face, but he didn’t feel it. His body was still, but inside—there was chaos.

His phone buzzed.

Yuvi.

“Bhai,” she said gently. “Your appointment is fixed. Today evening. 6 PM. You need to check in at the reception desk by 5:45. Don’t be late, okay?”

There was a pause.

“Bhai?”

“I heard you,” Karan replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“You okay?”

He let out a long breath. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, Yuvi. I’ve stood in front of thousands… on red carpets, live cameras, international interviews. But this? I feel like… I’m going somewhere I can’t act.”

Yuvi’s heart twisted.

“That’s a good thing, Bhai. No acting. Just healing. Go with an open heart… please.”

He didn’t reply. But deep down, the clock had started ticking toward the most honest conversation of his life.

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