Morning sunlight quietly slips into the hospital room.

For the first time in two days, the ICU room doesn’t feel heavy.

It feels… hopeful.

The door opens.

One by one, they enter.

First comes Lakshya — silent, sharp eyes checking every corner.

Then Shorav, calm but alert.

Aayan follows, already in doctor mode.

Next is Rudra, arms crossed, protective even while walking.

Behind him, Abhimanyu — unreadable, but his eyes soften the moment they land on her.

And then—

The door bursts open dramatically.

“GOOD MORNING, SURVIVOR PRINCESS!”

Karan announces loudly, spreading his arms like he’s on a stage.

Aavya blinks… then smiles a little.

“Karan,” Aayan warns instantly,

“No more noise.”

Karan freezes mid-pose.

Slowly lowers his voice.

“Sorry, Doctor Saab,” he whispers exaggeratedly,

“But emotions, you know.”

Aavya giggles.

A real giggle.

The brothers exchange glances.

This sound alone feels like a victory.

Abhimanyu steps closer, sitting beside her.

“How are you feeling?” he asks gently.

“Better,” she answers honestly.

“Because you’re all here.”

Rudra ruffles her hair lightly.

“Always.”

Shorav clears his throat.

“So… question.”

Aavya looks at him.

“Are you ready for a surprise?”

Her eyes widen.

“What surprise?”

Karan claps softly.

“BEST. SURPRISE. EVER.”

Before anyone can stop him—

The door opens again

Tiger walks in first, serious as always.

Beside him is Rahul, unusually smiling.

Between them—

A small white puppy, wrapped in a soft blanket.

The puppy blinks its tiny eyes.

Aavya freezes.

Her breath catches.

“No way…” she whispers.

The puppy gives a soft little sound.

Aavya’s hands tremble.

“That’s—

That’s the same puppy…”

Tiger nods.

“You saved him.”

Rahul adds quietly,

“He was hiding near the highway. We brought him back safely.”

Aavya’s eyes fill instantly.

She reaches out slowly.

The puppy crawls into her arms, curling up like it already belongs there.

She breaks into tears—but these are different.

Happy ones.

Karan wipes his eyes dramatically.

“Great. Now I’m crying too.”

Lakshya scoffs.

“Don’t lie.”

Abhimanyu exhales slowly.

That moment—

Something inside all of them heals.

Aayan adjusts the IV gently and says firmly,

“Alright. Enough emotions for now. She needs rest.”

Then, softer—

“But… he can stay.”

Aavya looks up at him, surprised.

Aayan sighs.

“One condition.”

“What?”

“No more running after puppies.”

She smiles and nods quickly.

“Promise”

The puppy is still curled up in Aavya’s arms, blinking innocently.

“So,” Rudra says, folding his arms,

“what are we naming him?”

Aavya looks down thoughtfully.

“Something strong… but cute.”

“Shadow?” Karan suggests dramatically.

“Dark. Mysterious. Emotional.”

Lakshya raises an eyebrow.

“He’s three inches tall.”

Shorav adds calmly,

“He tripped on his own blanket.”

The puppy suddenly wiggles, slips from Aavya’s arms, and runs straight toward Abhimanyu’s boots.

Abhimanyu looks down.

The puppy barks.

Once.

Loud.

Karan gasps.

“He challenged Abhimanyu bhai.”

The puppy then attacks the shoelace like it’s his mortal enemy.

Abhimanyu stares.

Long pause.

“…He has courage,” he admits.

The puppy lets go of the lace and immediately tries to climb Rudra’s leg.

Rudra smirks.

“Bold choice.”

Next second—

the puppy slips, slides, and crashes into Aayan’s coat.

Aayan instinctively catches him.

“No— absolutely not,” Aayan says firmly.

“No jumping. No running. No—”

The puppy licks his hand.

Aayan freezes.

Everyone watches.

Aayan clears his throat.

“…No excessive excitement.”

Karan bursts out laughing.

“Doctor defeated!”

The puppy suddenly starts running in tiny chaotic circles around the room—

IV stand.

Chair legs.

Shoes.

Chaos.

Complete chaos.

Lakshya mutters,

“He’s fast.”

Shorav nods.

“Tactical movement.”

The puppy then stops right in front of Aavya, sits proudly, and barks.

Twice.

Aavya laughs.

“He’s so dramatic.”

Karan snaps his fingers.

“I GOT IT.”

Everyone turns to him.

“He’s chaos. Pure chaos. But brave.”

(grins)

“His name should be— VEER.”

Silence.

The puppy barks again.

Loud.

Abhimanyu exhales.

“…He answered.”

Rudra chuckles.

“Of course he did.”

Aavya smiles brightly.

“Veer,” she repeats softly.

The puppy wags his tail like crazy.

Aayan sighs.

“We just named a disaster.”

Karan throws his arms up.

“Ladies and gentlemen— meet 𝙑𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚.”

Lakshya corrects coldly,

“He’s not allowed to bite.”

Veer immediately tries to bite Lakshya’s sleeve.

Lakshya stares down at him.

“…Except him,” Karan adds

The puppy suddenly yawns loudly

Shorav smiled

“ He is tired like us ”

Aavya squinted

“He snores? ”

Lakshya nodded very seriously

“I think he learned it from Karan ”

“HEY ” karan protested

“I don't snore. ”

Abhimanyu finally spoke

“You do”

Deadpan

Room exploded

Aavya laughs—clear, loud, real

Aayan cluchted his chest while laughing“Bhai said it. It's official”

Rudra added calmly

“You snore like you're fighting demons”

Karan stared at them, betrayed

“You waited for this moment”

A proper laugh escaped from aavya

Soft at first - then brighter

Everyone stilled

Because that sound?

It healed something

They all are laughing, playing freely  teasing each other like from the past 2 days they were not making their enemies to kneel down, killing like demons, Inhumanity can be shown through their chuckle and anger from their eyes.

But right now they are with their angel who is their precious treasure.

After a while, she will about discharged.

She is in the bed veer on the lap alka is beside her just making her hair and aayan standing near the wall checking her every reports twice his doctor responsibility doesn't stop his overprotective brother nature.

Rajveer walked in the ICU room

She looked up “Papa”and smiled a little

That's it for him

He went and kissed her forehead and look at that puppy and raised his one eyebrow.

Aayan straighten

Alka smiled and aside to give them space.

Aavya smiled.

Rajveer came and sit besides her.

Aavya asked innocently“Should we take him? ” By showing veer to him

He smiled and before he can speak the door opens again

And this time , the air shifted., because

Maan singh rathore and his other sons Ved and abhiraj walked in

Maan spoke while glaring Rajveer

“Did your father stopping you to take him? ”

She shook her head in No

He nodded and looked at her, her forehead which is covered with white bandage, cheeks little swallowed and eyes .... It shows a deep trust in the family...

He kissed her top of head and said“ Then why are you asking princess, He became the part of our family the time you saved him and wants to keep him with you ”

Veer Singh Rathore

The decision wasn’t announced.

It simply… happened.

Later a while , Maan Singh Rathore stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back.

He watched Aavya laugh softly when Veer tried chewing her IV tube — Aayan immediately stepping in.

“No drama,” Aayan warned, doctor-mode fully on.

“This patient needs silence.”

Karan, of course, ruined it.

“So basically,” he said thoughtfully, “Veer is now the youngest Rathore. No responsibilities. All privileges.”

Maan turned slowly.

Karan straightened instantly.

“—with full discipline, Dadu sa ”

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Maan’s lips.

That was it.

No rituals.

No declarations.

From that moment on, the puppy had a name, a place, and a legacy.

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The  Same Mysterious Boy — Watching her From the Shadows

From the second the hospital gates opened and the Rathore convoy entered, he was watching.

CCTV screens flickered in the security room — angles, timings, movement.

Perfectly coordinated.

Too precise for panic.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing.

When Aavya was rushed in — unconscious, blood dried at her hairline — his jaw tightened.

Not fear.

Recognition.

The moment Maan Singh Rathore messaged, the underworld shifted.

Phones rang endlessly.

Deals froze.

Borders sealed.

Even dons who had ruled for decades went silent.

The boy’s best friend stared at the screen, in disbelief

“Why… They never hurt a child?”

The boy didn’t smile.

Because he already knew the answer.

He watched the brothers move — not speaking, not hesitating.

Cold. Surgical. Lethal.

When Alka stayed back…

When Aayan refused to leave the ICU…

When Maan kissed Aavya’s forehead…

The boy exhaled slowly.

“She’s not protected,” he said quietly.

“She’s claimed.

And about hurting her , that snakes don't want , someone else did it who is now in the basement of Rathore's and riding the journey of hell ”

Then came the moment that surprised him.

The puppy.

The chaos.

Karan’s dramatics.

Aavya’s soft laugh.

For the first time since she arrived, the boy laughed too.

A low, genuine sound.

“Veer Singh Rathore,” he repeated, amused.

“Yeah… that fits.”

But when the Rathore brothers left the ICU that night — eyes dead, shoulders squared — he straightened.

Because he knew where they were going.

And when Aavya was finally discharged, walking slowly but steady, Veer in her arms…

The boy watched the convoy leave.

His expression unreadable.

“She walked in broken,” his friend said.

“She walked out whole.”

The boy’s gaze sharpened.

“No,” he corrected softly.

“She walked out forged.”

And somewhere deep inside, a line was crossed.

Not by the Rathores.

But by fate.

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