The clock ticked past midnight, the quiet of the night enveloping the house like a thick blanket. Ankita stood by the edge of the swimming pool, her figure bathed in the pale moonlight, the water rippling gently as if echoing the storm within her. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her emotions too tangled to make sense of
Her family—her father, the one she had always depended on—was hanging by a thread. The chaos at the hospital had left her exhausted, but her mind refused to rest. The cool breeze of the night touched her skin, offering some relief, but it did little to ease the weight she carried.
Akshara, Sam, and Roshni had stayed at the hospital, refusing to leave Virendra’s side, even after the doctor had given them a sliver of hope. The news of his positive response was the only thing that had managed to settle the storm inside Roshni, even if it was just a little.
Ankita, however, felt disconnected. The events of the day seemed to move in a blur, as if they weren’t really happening at all. The Rawat family, their enemies, the Ashers, the hidden threats—it all felt like a tangled web she was unwillingly caught in. And yet, here she was, standing alone by the pool, searching for some semblance of peace.
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