Ch-2

DWARKA, GUJARAT – 5 PM

A girl walked confidently down the street, her steps purposeful and her expression calm. She wore a light brown top, perfectly paired with white jeans and a matching brown belt. To complete her polished look, she had draped a light brown overcoat over her shoulders, slipped on white heels, and carried a stylish brown handbag. Her hair was left open, flowing gracefully with the breeze, and a delicate bracelet adorned her right wrist. If someone saw her for the first time, they would mistake her for a successful businesswoman. But that girl was none other than Dr. Aditi, walking briskly towards her cab after wrapping up her work.

She was out of her city, attending a small health camp in Dwarka. She was just a few minutes away from her cab when her sharp eyes noticed something that made her stop in her tracks.

A car had run over an old man who had been crossing the road with his wife. They appeared to be in their late 60 s. Without wasting a second, Aditi rushed to the spot. Within moments, a crowd had gathered around the injured man, while his wife stood nearby, sobbing uncontrollably. Her panic-stricken eyes and trembling hands made Aditi’s blood boil.

“FUCKING ASSHOLES! GET OUT OF THE WAY AND STOP MAKING A FUSS. HELP ME!” Aditi’s voice echoed loudly, laced with urgency and authority. Her sudden outburst made everyone flinch, and the crowd immediately parted, giving her the space she needed.

Wasting no time, Aditi knelt beside the old man and quickly assessed his condition. With the help of a few people, she carefully lifted him and placed him in her cab. His wife, still in shock but trying to stay strong, sat beside him. One look at her and Aditi could tell they were alone.

Without thinking twice, Aditi instructed the driver to take them to the nearest hospital. As the cab sped away, Aditi’s mind raced with thoughts, but her focus remained unwavering—she had to save the man.

After reaching the hospital, a stretcher was immediately brought, and the old man was carefully placed on it. He was rushed to the ICU as his condition was critical—there was severe blood loss, and his head was bleeding profusely. Aditi followed closely behind, her mind racing with concern.

Once the doctors took over, Aditi made her way to the reception, where she swiftly completed all the formalities and paid the medical fees. As she returned, she saw the old woman standing outside the ICU, her hands folded in prayer, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Aditi’s heart clenched at the sight. She walked up to the elderly woman and gently guided her to a nearby chair.

“Dadi, baitho yahan. Aise khade mat raho,” Aditi said softly, making her sit down.

The woman sat down reluctantly, her body still trembling. Aditi quickly went to get a water bottle and returned within minutes. She knelt beside her, opened the bottle, and held it to the woman’s lips.

“Paani pee lo, dadi. Please,” Aditi urged gently.

“Be…because of…my…my stub…bornness… he…he’s here,” the old woman stammered between sobs, her voice shaking.

“Dadi, aisa mat socho,” Aditi said, her voice firm yet comforting. “Yeh sab aapki galti nahi hai. Dadu ke naseeb mein yeh likha tha, isliye yeh accident hua. Ab ro mat, okay? Be a good girl,” she said with a small smile, rubbing the old lady’s back to calm her down.

The woman’s sobs gradually slowed, but her eyes were still filled with fear and worry.

“Dekho na, jab dadu theek ho jaayenge na, toh mujhe daatenge ki maine aapka khayal nahi rakha,” Aditi said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “Isliye, ab rona bandh karo, warna mujhe daant pad jaayegi.”

The old woman gave a weak smile through her tears.

“Ab main canteen jaa rahi hoon, sandwich lene. Aap yahan se kahin mat jaana, samjhi?” Aditi said softly, standing up.

The woman nodded silently, and Aditi gave her one last reassuring look before walking towards the canteen.

After some time…

Aditi returned with a sandwich and sat beside the old woman, making sure she ate a few bites to keep her strength up. And then she got an imp call from the health camp and due to which she left. Just after she left then, the ICU door opened, and the doctor came out.

The old lady immediately stood up and rushed towards him, her anxiety evident in her voice.

“Doctor… doctor, mera pati… kaise hain wo?” she asked urgently, her voice trembling with desperation.

"The doctor took a deep breath, his expression grim as he looked at the old woman.

“Aunty, your husband has suffered a severe head injury along with multiple fractures, including his legs and ribs. He has lost a lot of blood, and his condition is extremely critical,” he explained softly, but his words sent a wave of panic through her.

Her tears dried instantly, and her expression hardened. The vulnerability in her eyes was replaced by fierce determination.

“Doctor, paise jitne chahiye le lo… bas unhe bacha lo,” she said firmly, her voice trembling slightly but not breaking.

The doctor sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“Aunty, it’s not about the money… The fractures are complex and delicate. Honestly, there’s only one doctor who can handle this situation,” he said, his tone cautious.

“Kaun doctor? Kahan hai wo? Call them right now!” she demanded, her urgency making the nearby staff tense.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

“The doctor isn’t from here… She’s from Hyderabad,” he said, almost hesitating to break the bad news.

“Hyderabad?” The old woman’s eyes widened in shock, her voice breaking for a moment. “Doctor ka naam batao… jaldi!”

The doctor’s face softened, and for the first time, a flicker of hope appeared in his eyes.

“Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi… India’s leading orthopedic surgeon,” he said with a hint of pride.

A brief moment of silence followed. But then—

“Woh yahaan aayegi,” the old woman declared with unwavering confidence, leaving the doctor momentarily stunned.

“Aunty, but… she’s in Hyderabad. Yahan tak aane mein waqt lagega—” The doctor tried to reason, but she cut him off mid-sentence.

“Tumhein doctor chahiye na? Main bula rahi hoon. Kuch ghanton mein yahan hongi, samjhe?” she said, her voice filled with firm determination. Her hands trembled slightly, but her resolve didn’t falter as she pulled out her phone.

Without wasting another second, she dialed her grandson’s number, her voice steady despite the tension.

“Beta… kuch bhi karke Aditi ko yahaan bulao. Sirf usi pe bharosa hai,” she said, her voice carrying a desperate plea.

Her grandson didn’t ask for details. After hearing her words, he immediately called the head of the hospital in Hyderabad. Upon learning that Dr. Aditi was currently in Dwarka, he didn’t waste a moment and rushed to his private helipad, ready to bring her back personally.

Meanwhile, in Dwarka…

Aditi had just finished organizing the reports and ensuring the smooth flow of the health camp. She had no idea that her expertise was urgently needed in a case that would test her skills and determination once again.

After finishing her work at the health camp, Aditi returned to the hospital and looked around, but she didn’t see the old woman anywhere. Her brows furrowed as a wave of concern washed over her.

“Where did she go?” she mumbled, her eyes scanning the hallway.

After almost 15 minutes of searching, her eyes finally spotted the familiar figure near the reception. The old woman was sitting on a chair, her eyes closed, hands joined together, silently praying for her husband’s life.

Aditi’s heart clenched seeing her like that. She walked over quickly and knelt down beside her, gently placing her hand on the old lady’s knee.

“Dadi… kya hua? Aap ab kyun ro rahi hain?” she asked softly, her tone full of warmth and concern.

The old woman opened her eyes slowly, and the moment her gaze met Aditi’s, her emotions overwhelmed her.

“Woh… woh doctor…” Her voice trembled as she tried to speak but couldn’t control the sob that escaped.

“Dadi… shh… deep breath, okay? Deep breath. Phir batao kya hua. Doctor ne kya kaha?” Aditi coaxed her gently, rubbing her back to calm her down.

After a few moments, the old woman finally managed to gather her strength and spoke in a broken voice.

“Doctor ne kaha… situation bahut critical hai… unka kehna hai ki… sirf ek hi doctor hai jo ye case sambhal sakti hai…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aditi’s brows knitted in confusion.

“Kaun doctor, Dadi? Naam batao, main call karke unhe yahaan bulwati hoon,” she assured her calmly, ready to take charge.

“Doctor… Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi…” she said softly, her voice still shaking.

For a moment, Aditi froze. Her eyes widened slightly as she blinked in surprise.

“Wait… kya? Doctor Aditi Yadhuvanshi?” she repeated, almost in disbelief.

The old woman nodded, her face reflecting a mix of hope and fear.

“Haan beta… wahi doctor… Hyderabad se aati hai… par yahan tak aane mein time lagega,” she explained with a heavy heart.

Aditi bit her lower lip to suppress a smile, her heart swelling with a strange warmth.

“Dadi…” she spoke softly, her tone laced with tenderness.

“Hmm?” The old woman looked at her with hopeful, tired eyes.

“Dadi… doctor Aditi yahin hai,” Aditi said with a small, reassuring smile.

The old lady blinked, confusion clouding her features.

“Kya? Kahan beta? Mujhe batao… main jaake unke pair pakad ke unse prarthana karungi… bas mere pati ko bacha lo,” she said hurriedly, her desperation making her words stumble.

Aditi’s eyes softened further. She gently squeezed the old lady’s hand, her voice as soft as a feather.

“Dadi… aapko kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai… kyunki… main hi Doctor Aditi hoon,” she said, her words laced with warmth and care.

The old woman’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly open as her mind tried to process what she had just heard.

“Tum… tum Doctor Aditi ho?” she asked again, her voice filled with disbelief.

Aditi nodded gently, her smile growing wider.

“Ji haan, Dadi… main hi hoon,” she said softly, her eyes filled with assurance.

The old woman stared at her, her lips trembling as her eyes filled with tears—not of fear this time, but of relief and gratitude.

“Beta…” she whispered, her voice breaking as she placed her trembling hand on Aditi’s cheek.

“Ab sab theek ho jayega, Dadi. Main hu na,” Aditi assured her, her voice was steady and full of promise.

In that moment, the weight that had been crushing the old woman’s heart seemed to lift. For the first time since the accident, a ray of hope shone in her tear-filled eyes.

Seeing this, the old woman became even more emotional. Her eyes filled with fresh tears as she folded her hands in front of Aditi.

“Beta, please… please save him. Meri duniya hai wo…” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

Aditi’s heart clenched, but she quickly held the old woman’s hands, stopping her midway.

“Dadi… bas ab. Aapko bilkul bhi tension lene ki zaroorat nahi hai.” Her voice was calm but firm, her eyes filled with quiet confidence.

“Main yahan hoon na… I’m handling this case now. I promise I’ll do my best to save Dadu,” she assured with a soft smile, gently rubbing her hands to comfort her.

The old lady wiped her tears, her trust reflecting in her eyes as she gave a small nod.

“Ab chaliye,” Aditi said, leading her towards the waiting area near the operation theatre.

After ensuring the old woman was seated comfortably, Aditi headed straight to the doctor’s cabin. She went through the reports carefully, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed the severity of the case.

Severe head injury… major blood loss… fracture in the left hand…

Her mind went into overdrive as she mentally mapped out the best approach for the surgery. Within 15 minutes, she was fully prepared and entered the operation theatre, her focus razor-sharp.

The surgery lasted for more than two hours. The old man had sustained a deep wound at the back of his head, requiring five stitches, and his left hand was fractured, needing careful attention. Aditi worked meticulously, ensuring that every step was handled with precision.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the surgery was over. As she removed her gloves and mask, her body felt the strain, but a wave of relief washed over her.

She stepped out of the operation theatre, and before she could even take a breath, the old woman rushed towards her.

“Beta… kaise hain wo? Sab theek hai na? Bas bata do ki wo theek hain…” her voice was frantic, her eyes desperately searching for answers.

“Dadi… Dadi…” Aditi gently held her by the shoulders, guiding her to sit down on a nearby bench.

“Aap aise khadi rahengi toh aapka BP badh jayega. Please baithiye,” Aditi spoke softly but firmly.

Once the old woman was seated, she finally spoke with a reassuring smile.

“Dadi… Dadu ab theek hain. Surgery successful rahi.”

The old woman’s eyes widened, her hands clasped together as if thanking the heavens.

“Abhi wo behosh hain… par thodi der mein unhe normal ward mein shift kar diya jayega. Don’t worry, Dadi. He is out of danger,” Aditi said softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Hearing this, the old woman broke down, but this time, they were tears of relief. Without thinking, she pulled Aditi into a tight hug.

“Thank you… thank you beta… tune hamara sab kuch bacha liya…” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.

Aditi smiled softly and hugged her back, gently patting her shoulder.

“Arre Dadi, yeh toh mera farz tha. Ab sab kuch theek ho jayega. Aap bas apna khayal rakhiye, okay?” she said softly.

As they broke the hug, Aditi stood up to leave, but the old woman quickly held her hand.

“Beta… thodi der ruk ja. Mera pota aa raha hai… usse mil le. Aur Dadu ko bhi mil le… unhe bahut khushi hogi tujhe dekhkar,” she said, her eyes filled with hope.

Aditi’s expression softened, but she shook her head gently with an apologetic smile.

“Dadi, main sach mein milna chahti hoon… lekin mujhe abhi nikalna hoga. Mera flight ka time ho raha hai,” she explained softly.

The old woman’s face fell for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

“Beta… bas ek baar mil le na…” she said softly, almost pleading.

Aditi cupped her face gently, her smile warm and full of affection.

“Dadi, I promise… agle baar jab main aungi, sabse pehle Dadu se milne aungi. Par abhi mujhe jaana hoga,” she said with genuine warmth.

The old woman finally nodded, her heart full of gratitude as she let go of Aditi’s hand.

“Khush reh beta… hamesha,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

“Bas Dadu ka khayal rakhiyega… aur apna bhi,” Aditi said with a final smile before turning to leave.

As she walked away, her heart felt lighter, knowing she had not just saved a life but had also given hope to someone who needed it the most.

Arohi’s voice was filled with affection and gratitude, her eyes following Aditi until she disappeared from sight.

Yes the old lady was Kartik dadi... Means Arohi Malhotra..

After leaving the hospital, Aditi went back to her hotel, where she was staying during her brief visit. She packed her belongings and left for the airport soon after to board her flight.

—

Meanwhile, at the Dwarka Airport…

A private jet had just landed, and the moment the wheels touched the ground, a tall, well-built man with sharp features and an air of authority rushed out of the terminal. His eyes were filled with worry, and he was in no mood to waste even a second.

The car was already waiting for him. Without wasting a moment, he slipped into the back seat and said sternly, “Hospital… jaldi!”

Within minutes, the car sped toward the hospital. Kartik Malhotra, the heir of the Malhotra family, was restless. His heart was pounding with fear for his grandfather.

As soon as the car halted at the hospital entrance, Kartik practically jumped out, not waiting for the driver to open the door. He stormed inside, straight to the reception.

“Ward number?” His voice was sharp and impatient.

The receptionist, recognizing him immediately, quickly provided the details.

“Room 204, Sir.”

Kartik didn’t wait to hear anything else. He rushed toward the ward, his mind racing with a million questions.

Inside the Ward…

As he entered, his eyes landed on a heartbreaking sight.

Arohi Malhotra, his beloved grandmother, was sitting on a small stool beside the hospital bed. Her frail hands gently held his grandfather’s hand between hers, her head bowed down as if silently praying.

Kartik’s heart clenched at the sight. He took a slow step forward and knelt beside her.

“Dadi…” his voice was soft, filled with concern.

Hearing his voice, Arohi looked up, her eyes red and tired.

“Kartik…” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached for him. Kartik immediately pulled her into a comforting hug, holding her close.

“Dadi… chinta mat karo. Dadu bilkul theek ho jayenge. Pata hai… wo doctor abhi bhi yahan hai. Bodyguards use dhund rahe hain…” Kartik spoke softly, trying to assure her, his voice laced with urgency and hope.

Arohi, however, shook her head softly as she pulled back, her face calm yet emotional.

“Beta, ab dhundhne ki zaroorat nahi hai…” she murmured softly.

Kartik’s brows furrowed. “Kya? Kyun?” He looked at her, confused.

“Operation ho gaya hai…” Arohi said, her voice laced with relief.

Kartik’s eyes widened in shock.

“Operation? Kisne kiya? Jo bhi doctor tha… chodho yeh sab… Dadu ab kaise hain?” He fired questions one after another, his focus only on his grandfather’s condition.

“Ab theek hain… abhi behosh hain, par kuch der mein hosh aa jayega,” she assured him with a small smile.

Kartik sighed in relief and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Dadi… ab aap thoda rest kariye. Main yahan Dadu ke paas hoon,” he said softly, his concern now shifting toward her well-being.

Arohi gave a small nod, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.

“Main zara fresh ho kar aati hoon,” she said and went toward the washroom.

—

Three Days Later…

The doctors had suggested that Kartik’s grandfather stay in the hospital for at least three days for observation. His condition had improved significantly, and now, he was almost ready to be discharged.

But Kartik’s mind was troubled by something else entirely.

A Mysterious Savior…

For the first time in his life, Kartik was stunned to know that the girl who had not only brought his grandfather to the hospital in time but also paid all the bills and handled all the formalities… was a complete stranger.

Who was she?

Why would someone do so much for a stranger without even leaving a trace?

Kartik had asked the hospital authorities, but no one had any answers. The woman had disappeared as quietly as she had arrived. Even after three days of investigation, his bodyguards couldn’t find a single detail about her.

And Dadi…

Arohi had been adamant about meeting her savior. Even Kartik’s grandfather, after regaining consciousness and hearing about the girl, expressed a desire to meet her and thank her personally. But no one knew who she was.

But Arohi knew…

In all the chaos, Arohi had forgotten to mention the most important detail—the girl was none other than Dr. Aditi Yadhuvanshi.

She hadn’t deliberately kept it a secret, but between her emotions and Kartik’s urgency to find the girl, the name had slipped her mind.

Now, as Kartik sat beside his grandfather’s bed, his mind was consumed with one thought—Who was this mysterious girl… and where could he find her?

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