The afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the hospital windows, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the ICU waiting room. The small space was filled with a mix of tension and tentative hope as Mishti’s friends and family waited for any news. The night had been long and grueling, but the dawn had brought with it a sliver of optimism.

Abir, still visibly exhausted but holding on to hope, sat beside the glass partition that separated the waiting room from Mishti's ICU room. He never let her out of his sight, his gaze fixed on the slight rise and fall of her chest as she lay in the hospital bed. Abir’s eyes were red and puffy from crying, but they also held a fierce determination.

Karan and Meera sat close to each other, their hands intertwined, sharing a silent prayer for their daughter’s recovery. Their earlier regret had transformed into a resolve to be there for Mishti, to support her in any way they could.

Abhimaan, Ishaan, were huddled together in one corner of the room. Their conversations from the previous night had brought them closer, solidifying their determination to stand by Mishti through every moment of her ordeal. Naira was with kartik she, who had insisted on staying despite her pregnancy, was seated nearby, her parents beside her, their concern for her and the unborn child mingling with their worry for Mishti.

The silence was punctuated only by the occasional beep of the monitors in the ICU and the soft murmurs of the nurses and doctors as they attended Mishti. Every sound seemed amplified, every minute stretched into an eternity.

A doctor entered the waiting room, his expression calm but serious. Everyone in the room tensed, their eyes locking onto the doctor, seeking any sign of good news.

"Mr. and Mrs. Maheshwari, Mr. Rajvansh," the doctor began, addressing Karan, Meera, and Abir. "Mishti has shown significant improvement since last night. Her vitals are stable, and if everything continues to progress positively, she should regain consciousness within the next 24 hours."

A collective sigh of relief echoed through the room. The tension eased slightly, replaced by cautious optimism.

"Thank you, Doctor," Karan said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Meera nodded, tears of relief streaming down her face. "Thank you so much."

Abir stood up, his legs feeling weak with the rush of emotions. "Can we see her?" he asked, his voice steady despite the tears welling in his eyes.

The doctor nodded. "One at a time, please. She needs rest, but your presence will be good for her."

Abir was the first to step into Mishti's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He moved to her bedside and gently took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin, the pulse of life that had been so precarious just hours before.

"Hey, My baby ," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're doing great. We’re all here, waiting for you to wake up. Take your time, but know that we need you. I need you."

Outside, Karan and Meera shared a brief, heartfelt hug. They knew they had a long road ahead, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, they felt a glimmer of hope.

Abhimaan, Ishaan, Kartik, and Naira watched through the glass, their spirits buoyed by the positive news. They knew the next 24 hours would be crucial, but they were ready to face it together, united by their love for Mishti.

As the afternoon light filled the room, it felt like a promise of better days to come, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. They would hold on to that hope, drawing strength from each other and from the fierce love they all felt for the girl who had brought them together.
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The afternoon was quiet, with everyone in the waiting room holding their breath, waiting for any sign of further improvement. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the alarming sound of Mishti’s heart monitor beeping rapidly. Abir, Karan, Meera,Vikram and neha and the rest of the group froze, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Doctors and nurses rushed into Mishti’s room, their faces masks of concentration and urgency. Abir watched helplessly from the glass partition, his hands pressed against it, willing Mishti to be okay.

Inside the room, the medical team worked quickly, assessing Mishti’s condition. Moments later, the beeping slowed, and a doctor turned to the group, giving a small nod of reassurance.

Minutes passed like hours before the doctor emerged from the room, his expression calm but serious. "Mishti's vitals stabilized. She's awake, but we need to be cautious. You can see her, but please, try not to overwhelm her."

Relief washed over everyone as they filed into the room one by one. Mishti lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes devoid of their usual spark. The sight broke their hearts, but they were grateful she was awake.

Karan and Meera approached her first, speaking softly, but Mishti didn’t respond. She just kept staring upwards. Abhimaan, Ishaan, Kartik, and Naira followed, each trying to engage her, but Mishti remained unresponsive, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Finally, Abir stepped forward, pulling a stool next to her bed. He sat down, taking her hand gently in his.

"Hey, Mishti," he began softly, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and concern. "You gave us all quite a scare."

Mishti’s eyes flickered slightly, but she still stared at the ceiling.

Abir continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I know you're probably tired and confused, but we're all here for you. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up."

He paused, searching for the right words. "You know, I was thinking... you really know how to make an entrance, huh? Even in the hospital, you managed to make everyone run around like headless chickens."

There was a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Mishti’s lips, but she remained silent.

Abir squeezed her hand gently. "Mishti, we missed you. I missed you. We need you to come back to us, okay? We need your strength, your smile... your spirit."
" You won't leave me haina mishti"

His voice cracked as emotions overwhelmed him. "I can’t lose you, Mishti. I need you to fight, to come back to us. I’m so sorry for everything. I should have protected you better. Please, just... come back."

A single tear rolled down Abir’s cheek as he leaned closer, his eyes never leaving her face. "Do you remember the time we got caught in the rain? We were soaked, but you laughed and said it was the best day ever. I need to hear that laugh again. I need you, Mishti."

Mishti’s eyes slowly moved, shifting from the ceiling to Abir’s tear-streaked face. She blinked, and for the first time, her eyes seemed to recognize him. A weak, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.

"Abir..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

Abir’s heart soared. He leaned in closer, his hand still holding hers tightly. "Yes, Mishti, I’m here. We’re all here. Just take your time, okay? We’re not going anywhere."

Mishti’s gaze softened, and a single tear escaped her eye. "I... I’ll try."

Abir smiled through his tears, pressing her hand to his lips. "That’s all I need to hear. We’ll get through this together, I promise."

The room seemed to lighten as everyone watched the tender exchange, a collective sigh of relief filling the space. Mishti was back, and with their support, she would find her way back to the vibrant, strong woman they all loved.
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The early morning sun cast a gentle glow through the hospital windows, filling the room with a soft, hopeful light. The ICU was quiet except for the beeping of monitors, a stark contrast to the anxiety-filled night before. Mishti's condition had improved, and the atmosphere was now one of cautious optimism.

Kartik had stayed back in Mishti's room, sitting quietly by her side, his eyes filled with regret and concern. Abir, meanwhile, was outside talking with the doctor, discussing Mishti's progress and the next steps in her recovery.

Suddenly, Mishti stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she began to regain consciousness. Kartik, noticing the movement, immediately stood up and rushed out of the room. "Doctor! Doctor, she's waking up!" he called urgently.

The doctor, who had just finished speaking with Abir, quickly moved towards Mishti's room. Abir, his heart pounding, followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on the doorway.

Inside the room, the doctor checked Mishti's vitals, his expression one of careful concentration. Mishti's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, and she blinked a few times, disoriented but awake.

"She's doing well," the doctor announced with a reassuring smile. "Just keep it calm and quiet. No stress."

Abir nodded, his relief palpable. As the doctor stepped aside, Abir took his place beside Mishti, his eyes filled with a mixture of joy and concern. Kartik hovered nearby, watching the interaction with a sense of hope.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Abir said softly, a playful smile on his lips. "Decided to join us, huh?"

Mishti's eyes met his, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Hey," she whispered, her voice weak but unmistakably hers.

Abir chuckled, his heart lifting. "You know, you had us all worried sick. You really know how to make an entrance."

Mishti's smile widened slightly. "I guess I like making statements," she replied, echoing their earlier conversation.

Kartik watched the exchange with a mixture of relief and amazement. He stepped closer, trying to join in. "Mishti, I'm so glad you're okay. We were all so worried about you."

Mishti looked at her brother, her expression soft but reserved. She nodded quietly, her eyes drifting back to Abir.

Abir noticed the way she focused on him and decided to lighten the mood. "You know, Mishti, I think Kartik bhai here needs a few tips on how to make a dramatic entrance. Maybe you can teach him when you're feeling better."

Mishti let out a small laugh, the sound like music to everyone's ears. "I'll see what I can do," she said, her eyes twinkling.

Kartik smiled, grateful for the moment of levity. "I'll hold you to that, sis."

The others, having heard the commotion, began to gather at the doorway. Karan and Meera stepped inside, their faces a mixture of relief and lingering worry. "Morning, sweetheart," Meera said softly. "How are you feeling?"

Mishti looked at her parents, her gaze warm but tired. "Better," she replied, though her voice was still weak.

Abhimaan, Ishaan, and Naira followed, each offering words of comfort and support. Mishti responded politely but with less enthusiasm, her attention clearly focused on Abir.

Seeing this, Abir decided to play it up. "Alright, everyone, let's not overwhelm her. She just woke up, after all," he said, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.

He turned back to Mishti, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, any plans for today? Maybe a walk around the ICU? Or should we just stick to bedrest and Netflix?"

Mishti's smile grew. "I think I'll start with some rest," she said, her eyes sparkling despite her exhaustion. "But maybe we can watch something later."

Abir grinned. "Deal. Just promise me you'll keep the dramatic entrances to a minimum for a while, okay?"

Mishti nodded, her smile widening. "I promise."

As everyone watched the tender exchange, their hearts filled with warmth and hope. It was clear that Mishti's connection with Abir was special, and his presence was a significant part of her recovery. The room felt lighter, brighter, filled with the promise of a new beginning.

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Short and quick update !!!

But I guess I'll update tomorrow ( maybe )

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