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In the dimly illuminated room, bathed in the warm glow of a single table lamp, a man in his fifties sits, his features partially obscured by the shadows. With a sinister smirk playing upon his lips, he twirls the wine glass in his hand, the deep red liquid swirling within.
The room fell silent save for the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the occasional flicker of the table lamp. A knock pierced the air, drawing the attention of the man seated at the desk.
"Enter," he commanded, his voice a low murmur.
The door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimly lit hallway.
"Boss, Navya Singhania has met with an accident,Her condition seems critical." the man reported, his tone urgent.
Boss at the desk paused, his fingers halting their rhythmic twirl of the wine glass. He reached for the drawer beside him, extracting a injection . Without a word, he tossed it to his man , who caught it with swift precision.
"Take this,The next news I want to hear is that Navya Singhania is dead." the boss ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
His man nodded solemnly before swiftly departing, leaving the room enveloped in an eerie stillness.
With a grim determination, the boss drained the contents of his wine glass in a single gulp, the glass landing heavily on the table with a resounding thud.
"Late, Navya Singhania," he murmured with a twisted smirk, his eyes gleaming with malice. His laughter filled the room, a chilling echo of his sinister intentions as he eagerly awaited news of Navya's demise.
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As Vivaan and Abhyant anxiously waited outside the operation theatre, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. They turned to see a young man with a worried expression heading their way. Their silent exchange conveyed confusion at his presence.
"Navya, how is she?" the man asked desperately, his concern palpable.
"Mr. Yuvraj Khanna, what are you doing here?" Vivaan's voice was gruff.
"I am Navya's best friend," Yuvraj replied before Vivaan could say anything further. Just then, the operation theatre door swung open, and a doctor emerged, drawing all three men towards him.
"We transferred the blood. But we have to keep Mrs. Singhania under 24 hours observation. After this only we can say anything," the doctor informed them, passing the necessary medical reports to Vivaan, who quickly scanned them.
Vivaan's expression tightened as he absorbed the information, his mind already racing with plans to ensure Navya's recovery. Abhyant nodded in understanding, silently acknowledging the seriousness of the situation, while Yuvraj stood by, visibly anxious for his friend's well-being.
Doctor reminded Vivaan about the approaching night, Vivaan nodded, acknowledging the passage of time. Once the doctor left, Vivaan turned to address his companions.
"Bhai, you can use my penthouse, and Mr. Khanna, you can leave," Vivaan said, his gaze shifting from Abhyant to Yuvraj. He knew his brother well enough to leave him in this situation .
"I will not," Yuvraj retorted stubbornly, determined to stay by Navya's side.
"Mr. Khanna, according to hospital rules, only one person can stay with the patient, and I am her husband," Vivaan stated firmly, his teeth gritted with resolve.
"But...?" Yuvraj attempted to object, only to be cut off by Abhyant's authoritative voice.
"Mr. Khanna, don't create more trouble," Abhyant intervened, his tone final and commanding.
"Fine!" Yuvraj relented, casting a final glance at Navya before storming out of the hospital.
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Vivaan pushed open the door to the operation room, he knew he had only a fleeting moment to be with Navya before she would be moved to the observation area, where access would be restricted.
Taking cautious steps closer to the bed, Vivaan settled onto the stool beside Navya. His gaze softened as he took in her form, noting the bandages wrapped around her head and the pallor of her complexion. With trembling hands, he reached out and gently clasped her left hand in his own, holding onto it tightly as if it were his lifeline.
"Get well soon, biwi," Vivaan murmured, his voice heavy with emotion as he leaned his head between her hands. He doesn't know what he is feeling what he is sure that he wants her fit and fine .
With utmost care, he gently placed her hand back on the bed and rose from the stool, preparing to leave. But before he could turn away, he paused, his gaze lingering on Navya's still form. With a tender gesture, he leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her bandaged head. His lips lingered there for a moment.
After removing his lips from Navya's bandaged head, Vivaan tenderly caressed the bandage for a moment. With a heavy heart and a silent prayer for her recovery, he eventually left the room, the weight of worry still etched on his features as he departed.
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New life hospital:
1:30am
The two bodyguards stationed outside Navya's door stood watchfully, their vigilant eyes scanning every person who approached. Aware of the critical nature of their duty, they scrutinized each individual entering Navya's ward with meticulous precision. Because one small mistake and they are finished.
The dimly lit hallway outside Navya's ward was silent except for the soft footsteps of the approaching figure. Clad in a white coat and with a surgical mask obscuring his features, the man walked with purpose, his intentions concealed beneath a facade of professionalism.
As he reached the entrance to Navya's ward, the two imposing bodyguards stationed there immediately sprang into action. With practiced efficiency, they halted the man's progress, their stern expressions betraying no hint of leniency as they subjected him to a thorough inspection.
After scrutinizing every inch of his person, the bodyguards found nothing amiss and reluctantly allowed the man to enter, acknowledging his status as the designated doctor attending to Navya's care.As vivaan already said them some specific doctor will come to check on navya on every hour . With a nod of thanks, the man stepped past them and into the ward, his true motives shrouded in secrecy.
Once inside, he swiftly removed his mask, revealing a smug smirk as he retrieved a syringe concealed within the soles of his shoes. Despite the bodyguards' diligent efforts, their oversight in thoroughly examining his footwear proved to be his ticket to executing his nefarious plan.
As the man approached Navya with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes fixated on the glucose bottle connected to her IV line. With the syringe poised in his hand, he prepared to inject the contents into the bottle, his sinister intentions veiled by the guise of medical expertise.
As he reached out, his hand accidentally brushed against Navya's bed, triggering a loud alarm that shattered the silence of the room. Startled, the man froze in place, his plans thwarted before they could be carried out.
In a swift , the door to the ward burst open, and Vivaan stormed in with a contingent of ten guards at his back. Without hesitation, Vivaan took aim and fired, the bullet striking the man's hand and causing him to drop the syringe in agony.
"Catch him, guards!" Vivaan commanded, his voice resounding with authority as the guards sprang into action, seizing the incapacitated the man by both arms and dragging him forcefully from the ward. Despite his protests and cries of pain.
With measured steps, Vivaan approached Navya's bedside, his heart heavy with concern as he checked her pulse and assessed her condition, ensuring that the man's attempted sabotage had not caused any harm. His trained eyes scrutinized every detail, searching for any sign of tampering or danger.
As he confirmed that Navya remained unharmed, a wave of relief washed over Vivaan, and he let out a deep sigh, his tension easing slightly. With a gentle touch, he caressed Navya's bandaged head.
Before leaving her side, Vivaan leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Navya's forehead. Then, with determination in his eyes, he retrieved the syringe left behind by the man .
With the syringe clenched tightly in his hand, Vivaan turned on his heel and strode purposefully from the room, his mind already focused on the task of tracking down and punishing those responsible for endangering Navya's life.
With a determined stride, Vivaan made his way down the corridor, his footsteps echoing ominously in the empty space. As he approached, he saw his guards restraining the whimpering man, their grip firm but respectful of Vivaan's authority.
With a subtle gesture, Vivaan signaled for his men to release their hold on the man. As the guards stepped back, Vivaan closed in on the man, his gaze icy and unwavering, radiating an aura of intense resolve.
Before the man could comprehend the impending danger, Vivaan struck with swift and brutal efficiency. With a harsh jab, he plunged the small syringe he had retrieved from Navya's ward deep into the man's right shoulder.
The man crumpled to his knees, his cries of pain echoing through the corridor as the potent contents of the syringe took effect. Vivaan stood over him with stern face.
Vivaan's eyes blazed with fury as he confronted the whimpering man, his grip tightening on the man's collar as he demanded answers.
"Tell me, isn't it you who's behind my wife's accident?" Vivaan's voice was low, yet filled with venomous intensity.
"Tell me!" Vivaan's yell reverberated through the corridor, his rage palpable as he forcibly pulled the man closer to him, their faces mere inches apart.
"No, it's not me nor my boss who was behind your wife's accident" the man whimpered in pain, his voice trembling with fear.
"Because If it was us, your wife would be dead by now," the man's smirk elicited a surge of rage in Vivaan. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful kick to the man's stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.
"You bloody bastard!" Vivaan's voice thundered as he unleashed a flurry of kicks upon the fallen man, his anger consuming him.
"I failed in my mission, but there are more of my people and my boss who won't stop until they kill your wife," the man gasped for breath, blood staining his lips from the effects of the injection.
Vivaan's grip tightened further, his face contorted with determination.
"Tell me who is your boss !" he demanded, pressing down on the man's shooted hand with brutal force.
"I won't! This secret dies with me," the man's defiance only fueled Vivaan's wrath. With a final kick, Vivaan silenced the man's protests, his resolve unyielding.
"Bye Singhania... save whoever you want... because it's not just one enemy anymore, it's two who won't rest until they've kill every Singhania," the man's chilling words hung in the air as his life slipped away, leaving Vivaan to grapple with the terrifying reality of the threats looming over his family.
With a grim determination in his eyes, Vivaan seized the gun from the guard standing nearby, his hands steady as he swiftly removed the safety and aimed at the lifeless body of the man who had threatened his family. The sound of gunfire echoed through the corridor as Vivaan emptied the entire magazine into the motionless form, each shot a testament to his resolve to protect his family.
As the last bullet pierced through the air, Vivaan lowered the gun, his chest heaving with exertion and pent-up emotion. Without a word, he handed the gun back to the guard and issued a curt command.
"Clean the area," Vivaan ordered, his voice devoid of emotion as he turned away, his mind already consumed with thoughts of the looming threats and sudden enemies of them . With determined strides, he walked away, his guards moving swiftly to obey his orders .
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Next day :
Afternoon :
Navya slowly blinked her eyes open, the world around her seemed hazy and indistinct. A gentle voice reached her ears, offering words of encouragement and comfort. Gradually, her vision cleared, revealing Dhriti seated beside her on the right, with Shashvat standing supportively behind her. Turning her head to the right, Navya locked eyes with her husband, his expression unreadable.
Attempting to sit up, Navya was promptly stopped by the doctors, who gently guided her back into a lying position. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to piece together what had happened.
"What happened to me?" Navya's voice trembled slightly as she voiced her question, her words the first she had spoken in nearly twenty-six hours.
"It's nothing, you just had an accident, but now you're fine," Dhriti reassured her.
(Dhriti outfit)
Meanwhile, the doctors continued their examination, checking Navya's heartbeat and other vital signs. A sense of relief washed over Dhriti as the doctor delivered the long-awaited news.
"Mrs. Singhania is out of danger," the doctor announced, prompting a smile to spread across Dhriti's face. However, Vivaan remained stoic, his reaction unreadable.
"And after a few more days in the hospital, she'll be perfectly alright," the doctor continued, attempting to outline the next steps of Navya's recovery.
However, Vivaan had other plans. With authority in his voice, he declared.
"She's not staying in the hospital anymore. Her treatment will continue at the Singhania mansion."
Despite the doctor's attempted objection.
"Doctor, if you have forgotten, this is my hospital, and she is my wife. I am also a doctor. I can take care of her. You just prepare the discharge papers." Vivaan cut him off sharply, asserting his authority as both the hospital owner and Navya's husband.
"In two hours, we're leaving for the Singhania mansion," Vivaan announced firmly, his gaze lingering on Navya for a moment before he turned and exited the room.
"Dhriti, help Navya get changed," Shashvat instructed his wife, his tone gentle yet firm. As Dhriti nodded in acknowledgment, Shashvat followed his brother out of the room, leaving Navya to process the things .
Dhriti gently assisted Navya in changing into a comfortable purple anarkali, taking care to avoid causing any discomfort or aggravating her injuries. With careful movements, she ensured that Navya was comfortable .
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In Vivaan's cabin, Vivaan and Shashvat sat discussing Navya's health with the doctor, their expressions were serious and attentive.
"Sir, Mrs. Singhania is out of danger, but her head has become very weak and fragile. You will have to be careful with her head. Avoid giving her any type of stress," the doctor explained, handing over important files related to Navya's condition to Vivaan.
"Thank you, doctor," Vivaan acknowledged, his tone reflecting gratitude as the doctor exited the room, leaving the brothers alone.
"Vivaan, why are you not letting navya stay in the hospital for some more time?" Shashvat inquired.
"Because she is not safe here, Bhai," Vivaan replied with blank tone .
"After whatever happened last night, we can't take risks. If you hadn't suggested installing the security alarm, God knows what would have happened," Vivaan continued, his concern for Navya evident in his words.
"But why?" Shashvat pressed, his tone serious as he sought to understand his brother's words.
"What why?" Vivaan responded, puzzled by his brother's question.
"Why do you care if something happened to her?" Shashvat's question hung in the air, the gravity of his words weighing heavily on the conversation.
"We are getting late," Vivaan deflected, avoiding a direct answer as he rose from his seat and made his way out of the cabin. What should he answer to his brother when he himself doesn't know the answer. Why he care? If something happens to navya.
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Vivaan entered Navya's ward with Shashvat trailing behind him, their presence catching the attention of Navya and Dhriti engaged in conversation by the bedside.
"Let's go," Vivaan announced, signaling their departure. Navya nodded in acknowledgment and attempted to rise from the bed. However, her weakened state caused the room to spin, threatening to send her tumbling. Just in time, Dhriti steadied her, guiding her back onto the bed with gentle reassurance.
"Take it easy, Navya," Dhriti urged, ensuring her comfort on the bed. Meanwhile, Vivaan approached, his gaze meeting Navya's as he reached out to her. Before she could react, Vivaan scooped her up into his arms, surprising her with his sudden gesture. Instinctively, Navya wrapped her arms around his neck for support, feeling both touched and bewildered by his actions.
"Sir, the media is outside," a guard interjected, prompting Vivaan to nod in acknowledgment. With a swift decision, he reversed his steps and headed for the back door of the hospital, Shashvat and Dhriti following closely behind.
As they made their way out of the hospital, Navya couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of exhaustion etched on Vivaan's face. Despite his efforts to maintain composure, the dark circles under his eyes betrayed the sleepless nights he had endured.
With a furrowed brow, Navya studied his face, her thoughts racing as she pondered the reason behind his sleepless nights. Was it solely for her sake, or was there something more?
"Why?" The question lingered in Navya's mind, echoing the confusion she felt about Vivaan's actions . As they reached the car,Vivaan swiftly guided Navya to the back seat of the car, ensuring she was comfortably settled and he settled in beside her.
In the other car, Shashvat and Dhriti followed closely behind.
Throughout the ride, Navya's mind buzzed with a multitude of questions and uncertainties, each one vying for her attention. Feeling overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, seeking solace in the quiet calmness of the moment.
Upon reaching Singhania mansion, Vivaan once again lifted Navya into his arms.
As Vivaan reached the entrance of the Singhania mansion, carrying Navya in his arms, with Shashvat and Dhriti following closely behind .
"Stop there, only!" the voice commanded, causing Vivaan to pause mid-step, his brow furrowing in surprise and cconfusion.
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