𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 - 𝟮:𝟱𝟲 𝗔𝗠

🏥 HOSPITAL - WHERE TIME STOPS

The corridor is filled.

Not with noise.

Not with chaos.

But with Rathores.

Every Rathore man is present-

standing, sitting, leaning against walls.

Yet not a single one speaks.

Abhimanyu's jaw is clenched.

Rudra hasn't moved an inch.

Lakshya stares straight ahead, unblinking.

Karan's usual jokes are dead on his lips.

Shorav and Aayan stand apart-one fighting fear, the other fighting responsibility.

Maan Singh Rathore sits silently, hands folded, eyes closed.

---

---

Divya breaks.

Tears flow uncontrollably as she clutches her saree pallu.

"Meri bacchi..."

Alka, pulls her into her arms-

strong, steady, unshaken.

Anjali stands beside them, rubbing Divya Sa's back gently, whispering assurances that even she isn't sure of.

For the first time in years-

Divya looks old.

And scared.

--

Inside the ICU, Aayan stands 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭

Not as a Rathore.

Not as a brother.

But as a doctor.

Machines beep softly.

Aavya lies still-

too still.

Aayan checks reports again.

And again.

His hands don't shake.

His heart does.

When Aayan steps out of the ICU-

Every Rathore straightens.

Every breath stops.

Aayan removes his mask slowly.

His voice is calm.

Professional.

But his eyes betray him.

"She is unconscious."

No reaction.

"Physically... she is fine."

A fraction of relief.

Then-

"But mentally..."

He pauses.

Swallows.

"She is extremely unstable."

The corridor feels colder.

"Right now, more than medicines... she needs emotional security."

He looks down.

Then says the words that cut deepest-

"She needs a motherly presence."

---

🖤 RAJVEER SINGH RATHORE

Slowly-

Very slowly-

Everyone turns.

He faces Rajveer.

But Rajveer's eyes are lowered.

That man-

who has faced bullets, blood, betrayals-

Cannot lift his gaze.

Because he has already lost his wife.

And he cannot-

will not-

lose his daughter.

His voice breaks, just once.

"Alka..."

Everyone turns.

Rajveer finally looks up.

Eyes red.

Voice hoarse.

"If Aavya survives this... it will be because she feels a mother's love."

He swallows the pain.

"I can't give her that."

Silence.

Then-

"You can."

He looks at Alka, Ved's wife.

"Please... be her mother."

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🤍 ALKA - THE PROMISE

Alka doesn't hesitate.

Not even for a second.

She walks toward Rajveer.

Places her hand over his.

"She is already my child."

Her voice is steady.

"From today... she is my responsibility."

Divya cries harder.

Anjali wipes her own tears.

For the first time since the kidnapping

Some weight lifts.

---

🛡️ THE BROTHERS - A WORDLESS VOW

Abhimanyu looks toward the ICU.

Rudra's fists tighten.

Lakshya closes his eyes.

No one says it aloud.

But every Rathore man knows-

«If the world hurts Aavya again,

the world will not survive"

Maan Singh Rathore stands.

No anger.

No shouting.

That calm is more terrifying than rage.

Every Rathore brother looks at him-

because when Maan speaks, fate listens.

His voice is low.

"Find out who did this."

A pause.

"I want that person brought to me."

Another pause-sharper this time.

"Alive."

The air tightens.

"Not for mercy."

"For answers."

No one asks questions.

No one needs clarification.

Abhimanyu nods once.

Rudra is already on his phone.

Lakshya turns, giving silent instructions.

Karan, Aayan, and Shorav exchange one glance-

their playful sides gone completely.

One by one-

They move.

Without noise.

Without drama.

Like trained soilders

Only Aayan doesn't move.

He remains near the ICU doors.

Not because he isn't angry.

But because Aavya needs him more than revenge does.

Right now-

He is a doctor.

He checks vitals.

Reviews reports.

Adjusts medications.

His hands are steady.

But his eyes-

They burn.

---

---

Aayan looks through the glass.

Aavya lies still.

Pale.

Silent.

Fragile.

Something inside him hardens.

He doesn't say it aloud.

He doesn't need to.

«When she wakes up...

and if she smiles even once...

he will make sure the truth comes out.»

Justice first.

After that-

He will never forgive.

---

THE NIGHT HOLDS ITS BREATH

Outside the hospital-

Orders are being carried out.

Calls are being traced.

Trails are being followed.

Inside-

A brother waits.

A family prays.

A grandfather watches the world tremble.

And Aavya-

She sleeps.

Unaware that half the country is searching for the reason behind her tears.

---

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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘- 𝟱 : 𝗢𝗢 𝗔𝗠

It has been Three hours since she is unconscious

Three hours her brothers hunting the city like a mad man

Three hours since a father cannot speak

Three hours since a mother not by blood but by real.... Not moved

Three hours since the enemies praying for God to wake her up

The ICU is silent-

machines breathing for her,

time holding still.

A soft movement.

Fingers twitch.

Then-

Aavya's eyes open.

Not wide.

Not scared.

Just... confused.

The ceiling feels unfamiliar.

The light too white.

The air too heavy.

Her lips part slightly.

"Aaahh..."

She winced in pain

The word barely escapes.

Alka freezes.

For a second, she doesn't breathe.

Then she moves-slowly, carefully-

like one wrong step might make this moment disappear.

She sits beside Aavya, taking her hand gently.

"I'm here, beta," Alka whispers.

"Tum safe ho."

Aavya blinks.

Her eyes search Alka's face-

trying to place her.

Her brows knit together.

"I... bhaiya... puppy..."

Her voice trembles.

Alka's grip tightens-warm, grounding.

"Bas shaant," she murmurs, brushing hair from Aavya's forehead.

"Yaad karne ki zarurat nahi hai abhi."

( Just quiet...

Don't need tk remind this..)

A tear slips down Aavya's temple-not from pain,

but from something she can't name.

Fear without memory

"Badi maa.... "

"I'm here meri jann " Alka squeezed her hands

Outside the glass-

Aayan watches.

Doctor first.

Brother always.

He notes the vitals on reflex.

Checks the monitor numbers.

Stable.

Alive.

Safe.

That should be enough.

But it isn't.

Because when Aavya whispers "Badi maa ..."

and looks her like a lost child-

Something inside him cracks.

Not loudly.

Quietly.

He turns away before anyone can see.

His hand presses against the wall.

Jaw clenched.

Eyes burning.

For the first time-

Aayan Rathore doesn't have control.

Not over medicine.

Not over logic.

Not over his heart.

He exhales sharply.

«She was laughing an hour before.

She was running.

She was trusting the world.»

And the world failed her.

Aayan straightens.

Wipes his face.

When he steps back into the room,

he is calm again.

Professional.

But as he adjusts the IV line,

he leans slightly closer to her ear.

So softly that only she can hear-

"Main yahin hoon, cupcake.

Kuch bhi ho... main kahin nahi jaunga."

( I I'm here cupcake..

Anything happens.. I will go no where")

Aavya doesn't fully understand.

But she relaxes.

Her fingers curl around his coat sleeve.

That small action-

Is enough to seal fate.

Aayan looks at her hand.

Then up at the door.

«Whoever did this...

I will heal her first.»

«After that-

I will never forget.»

It is the first time he is knowing what truly fear meant.

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---

𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀- 7 :𝙊𝙊 𝙖𝙢

Aayan told that she is fine now

That was all it took

Every Rathore brother arrived.

Not together.

Not loudly.

One by one.

Abhimanyu stood near the window-silent, fists clenched behind his back.

Rudra leaned against the wall, eyes dark, unreadable.

Lakshya didn't speak at all-just stared at the ICU door.

Karan tried to think joke, failed, and went quiet.

Shourav watched everything, memorising every movement.

Inside the ICU-

Alka sat beside Aavya, helping her sit up slowly.

Aavya winced, but didn't cry.

"Strong girl," Alka whispered softly.

Aavya managed a small nod.

Then-very quietly-

"Badi maa..."

"Haan beta?"

"Papa...?"

Her voice was unsure.

Almost scared of the answer.

Alka's breath hitched.

She didn't answer immediately.

Instead, she squeezed Aavya's hand.

"I'll call him," she said gently.

"only if you ready"

Aavya nodded.

Slow.

Firm.

"Yes."

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---

Minutes later-

The ICU door opens.

Alka walks out.

Every eye turns to her.

She goes straight to Rajveer.

Her voice is calm, but her eyes carry weight.

"Rajveer bhai...

She wants to meet you."»

Time stops.

Rajveer Singh Rathore-

the man who never trembled before enemies, guns, or wars-

Freezes.

His jaw tightens.

His eyes lower for a second.

Then he nods.

Once.

No words.

Because if he speaks right now-

he might break.

Ved places a hand on his shoulder.

Abhiraj gives a silent nod.

This moment belongs to a father.

Not a Rathore.

--

Rajveer enters the ICU alone.

The door closes behind him.

Aavya looks up.

She recognises him instantly.

Not from memory.

From feeling.

Her eyes fill.

"Papa...?" she whispers again.

Rajveer walks to her bed slowly-

like every step carries 14 years of distance.

He kneels beside her.

So he's at her level.

"Baby," he says softly, voice rough.

"I'm right here."

That's all.

Aavya stares at him for two seconds.

Then-

She leans forward.

Her forehead rests against his chest.

And she cries.

Not loudly.

Not hysterically.

Like a child who finally found the place she belongs.

Rajveer doesn't move.

He just wraps one arm around her carefully-

as if she's made of glass.

His other hand trembles as it rests on her head.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"So sorry, beta."

Aavya shakes her head slightly.

"Mujhe darr lag raha tha...

Par laga... aap aa jaoge."

( I was scared...

But knew.. You came)

Rajveer closes his eyes.

A tear slips.

«I was late once.

I will never be late again.»

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🌙 OUTSIDE

Behind the glass-

Every brother watches.

No one speaks.

Because this moment-

Is not about rage.

Not about revenge.

It is about a girl

who survived the night-

And a father

who almost lost his world.

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 📝📝