On her way back home with Abhinav, her phone rang.
Akshra: Muskan?
Muskan: Bhaibi... Abhir!
Akshra (opening her eyes in surprise): Has something happened to Abhir?
Muskan: Abhir isn't at home, and the last time he mentioned was his visit to Abhimanyu.
Akshra: How did this happen? Abhir didn't come to the hospital.
Muskan: I'm searching for him with Mr. Kairav... Don't worry.
Akshra: Okay, you search, and we'll search too. If anything happens, call me.
Kairav: Was it necessary for you to tell her?
Muskan: Yes, because if she goes home and doesn't find him, we'll be in trouble. At least she should know.
Kairav: Oh.
They started searching for him everywhere and asking people about him.
At the same time... he was walking fearfully, as he didn't know this city, and it was his first time visiting. He held his phone in one hand and a stone in the other to defend himself. He stopped for a moment by a large tree to rest a little, but it was only a matter of minutes until he felt someone grabbing him.
Abhir: Let me go... Let me go!
Kairav: What are you doing here?
Abhir (turning to him): Uncle... I...!!
Kairav: I what? Didn't we tell you not to go out alone?
Abhir: I wanted to visit Dukhman, and you didn't want to take me, so I had to visit him. Dukhman needs me just like I needed him. Please, Uncle, take me to him... Please... Please!
Muskan: Let's take him there. I don't think there's a problem.
In the hospital, specifically in the intensive care unit where Abhi lay, everyone had lost hope of his recovery because his body itself didn't want to continue living. By the window near the door, a little child peeked after climbing on a chair to see him.
Abhi: Dukhman... I have come.
After a while, the door opened, and that little ray of hope entered, the one who would save Abhi, because he knew from his heart that Dukhman wouldn't leave him.
He approached quickly, running his fingers on his forehead.
Abhi: Dokmen, I have come... Do you remember the day of my father's accident? That day was rainy and stormy, and there was no way to call the doctor. Even the communication was weak, but at that time, I didn't lose hope in God... And I kept praying and praying until I sent you to us. And here I am today, coming to you and continuing to pray to God to heal you.
Dokman... Do you remember how you saved me from that guard when you broke the glass... and you saved my father? That's why God will heal you, and you will come back to us.
She entered the hospital, running eagerly to meet her son, only to collide with them.
Manish: Aksho!
Manjiri: What brought you back?
Akshra: Grandpa... Abhir.
Manish: What happened?
Abhinav: He escaped from home because he wanted to see Abhimanyu.
All of them stood watching through the glass how Abhir takes care of Abhi... and they were all affected except her... She did not know the feeling she was experiencing, which overwhelmed her at that moment.
Akshara: Is it possible that a son feels for his father?
Akshara: What are you saying? Abhinav is his father, and he is the person who has rights over him.
At that moment, Mahima entered the room and approached him
Mahima (observing Abhi's vital signs while speaking to Abhir): That's enough for today. His visit is over, and you should leave him to rest.
Abhir: Aunt, I have prayed for him and asked God to heal him, and I trust in God.
Abhir (holding Abhi's hand): Dokuman, get well soon. I love you.
As soon as he hugged him, a tear rolled down Abhi's cheek, and his vital signs began to improve.
Mahima: It's a miracle. Abhi's body is responding. Your prayers have been answered, my little one, and now you must leave him to rest.
Abhi: I told you I trust in God.
Abhir left the room and went straight to his mother.
Abhir: Mom, did you see? Thanks to my prayers, Dokuman will recover.
Akshara (placing her hand on her cheek): Well done.
After that, Abhir approached Manjiri.
Abhir: I really don't understand you all. When something good happens, you cry, and when something bad happens, you cry. Why?
Manjiri (smiling at his words): You're right. That's why I won't cry. You have saved my son, : Thank you.
abhir: thanks
Meanwhile, Abhi slowly opened his eyes, and the first face he saw was the face of his beloved Akshu—the face he never forgot. They stared at each other for moments, exchanging the same gaze. Their gazes were filled with disappointment, sorrow, and regret. They were not looks of love or affection; they were looks of blame.
At that moment, as they exchanged glances, their souls visited each other.
Akshara (opening the door and eagerly approaching him, placing her hand on his cheek): Abhi... Are you okay? Do you feel good?
Abhi: Akshu, don't cry. I'm fine... Akshu.
Akshara: I was worried about you. Why did you come to meet me? Why?
Abhi: I couldn't resist... My heart led me to you.
Akshara: You scared me.
Mahima: Abhi, how do you feel?
Abhi (blinking his eyes twice, scanning the room, and realizing it was just her apparition and she wasn't there, a tear fell down his cheek): I'm fine.
Akshara: Come on, Abhir, we must go.
Abhi: Okay... Bye.
She cast one last glance at him, and then she went on her way. These minutes were enough for her to satisfy her eyes with his sight and know it was the last time she would see him.