Darshan looks up from the book and looks to his side. He sees Jaimi sleeping peacefully. His body goes numb for a second as thousand of thoughts race through his mind. He unknowingly reaches over and gently strokes her hair. He puts the album back in its place and kisses her forehead. 

He tries to get up, but her grip on his hand stops him. He smiles at her and reaches over to turn off the lights. He lays down beside her and drops his phone on the side table. He places his other hand under his head and lets sleep take over him. 

Jaimi stirs in her sleep at about 2 in the morning. The small movements that she is making wake Darshan up. He opens his eyes and sees tears running down her face. 

Darshan: Jay? 

He lightly taps her cheek a few times to wake her up, but couldn't. He sees her chest heaving up and down almost as if she couldn't breathe. He tugs at her chin and her mouth drops open, but the tears don't stop. He feels her body starting to shake and sweat forms on her forehead. 

Darshan: Hey Little Warrior! Open your eyes. 

She starts mumbling a few words that he cannot make out. He starts to panic and grabs his phone from the side table. He sits up against the bedrest and searches for Ayesha's contact but realizes that he doesn't have it. He gets up and runs out of the room and knocks on the door to his. Jyugal opens it half-awake. He is rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

Jyugal: Kya hua? Jaimi ne nikal diya?

Darshan: Tere paas Ayesha ka number hain?

Jyugal: Haan. 

Darshan: Usko abhi phone kar aur keh ki Jaimi ki tabiyat bigad rahi hain. 

Jyugal: Ruk!

Jyugal quickly fetches his phone and dials Ayesha's number two to three times, but he couldn't get in contact with her. Darshan starts to panic. Hardik and Siddharth wake up around the same time. 

Siddharth: Kya hua?

Darshan: Woh Jaimi-

He runs back to Jaimi and sees her fever running high. 

Jyugal: Jaimi ki tabiyat kharab ho gae hain aur Ayesha ka bhi phone nahi lag raha hain. 

The three run to Jaimi's room and see Darshan sitting beside Jaimi, trying to wake her up. 

Siddharth: Mein ghaadi nikalta hoon! Hospital chalte hain. 

Jyugal: I'll grab the necessities!

Hardik looks up the nearest hospital which is about a 10-minute drive from the hotel. Darshan scoops Jaimi in his arms while Hardik grabs her phone and purse. Jyugal meets them in the lobby and they go up to the parking to see Siddharth arguing with a staff member.

Darshan: Kya hua?

Siddharth: Yeh mujhe ghaadi ki chaabi nahi de rahe hain!

Darshan: Kya problem hain? 

Employee: Sir, abhi weather department se alert aaya hain ki hum kisi ko bahar nahi jaane de. 

Just as he finishes, a police van pulls up. A few cops walk towards them. 

Darshan: Inki tabiyat kharab hain aur bukhaar bad raha hain! We're just taking her to the hospital. 

Police: Hum aap ko nahi jaane de sakhte!

Jyugal: Officer yeh ek medical emergency hain!

Police: I understand par ek storm ka alert mila hain aur hospital jaane ke raste par landslide hue hain. Inko sirf bukhaar hain toh aap chaaro room mein hi treatment kar sakhte hain aur agar inki health mein improvement nahi dikhi toh we'll call a medical team!

Darshan unwillingly starts back towards the room but sees Karishma standing in the lobby. The other three sigh. 

Karishma: Isko aise leke kyu ghum rahe ho?

Darshan: None of your damn business, Karishma! 

Karishma: Mujhe bhi iske baare mein baat karne ka koi shaukh nahi hain! Mein toh Vikram ka wait kar rahi thi. I swear woh Bhai ki assistant ne uske saath kuch attempt kiya toh-

Jyugal: Shut up woman! 

Darshan storms past her followed by Jyugal and Siddharth. Hardik starts behind them, but turns back around and faces Karishma who is standing there with disbelief written all over her face. 

Hardik: And, the world doesn't revolve around you, so apne aap ko itna importance dene ka band karo!

He turns around and walks to Jaimi's room. He closes the door behind him. Darshan is sitting on the bed with Jaimi in his lap. He is softly caressing her cheeks. Jyugal's phone rings and he quickly answers it reading the name on the screen. 

Ayesha: Tumne mujhe call kiya tha?

Jyugal: Haan! Jaimi- woh- 

Ayesha: Kya hua? Is she okay?

Darshan: Speaker par kar. 

Jyugal puts the call on speaker. 

Darshan: Ayesha, usko bukhaar hain! And, woh uth nahi rahi hain. Meine try kiya. 

Ayesha: Uske purse mein Tylenol hain woh dedo aur abhi woh cold water strips kar sakhte ho toh karo, please! Mein yaha se abhi nikalti hoon!

They hear a voice in the background informing her that the roads are blocked and there's a landslide on the way to the hotel. 

Darshan: Ayesha woh uth nahi rahi hain!

Ayesha: Uska phone aas paas hain?

Hardik quickly takes hold of Jaimi's phone that's on the side table. 

Hardik: Haan yahi hain.

Ayesha: Thodi derr baad ek phone aaega toh uthana aur speaker pe rakhna. It will help her calm down!

Hardik hums in response. Siddharth calls the reception and asks for a bowl, ice, and strips. A hotel staff delivers them shortly after. Jyugal rummages through Jaimi's purse and finds the Tylenol. Hardik and Darshan have Jaimi swallow it and be very careful about not choking her. Siddharth fills up the bowl with water and drops a few cubes of ice in it. He dips the cloth strips in the water and hands them to Darshan, who places them on Jaimi's forehead. They continue to switch out the strips for a good hour. The fever has subdued, but Jaimi still hasn't woken up. 

Jyugal: Achanak se fever ho gaya?

Darshan: Haan! 

Hardik: Tu toh yahi tha toh pata nahi chala?

Darshan: Nahi! Hum dono so gae the aur phir woh hil rahi thi neend mein tab meine tempreture check kiya toh usko bukhaar tha. Meine uthane ki koshish ki par woh uth nahi rahi aur kuch bol rahi thi. 

Siddharth: Koi bura sapna dekha hoga!

Darshan is about to say something when Jaimi's phone rings. Hardik hands it over and see it's a private number. 

Jyugal: I think Ayesha iski baat kar rahi thi?

Darshan is unsure of it but doesn't intervene when Hardik answers the call. He puts it on speaker. 

Person: Prenses? (Princess?)

A shaky breath escapes from Jaimi's mouth. 

Person: Beni duyabiliyor musun? Sakinleşmene ihtiyacım var, lütfen. (Can you hear me? I need you to calm down, please.)

Hardik is about to speak when Siddharth slaps a hand on his mouth. 

Person: Bebeğim, sorun değil! Sen farkına varmadan yanında olacağım. Hiçbir şey olmayacak! (Baby, it's okay! I'll be with you before you know it. Nothing will happen!)

The person on the other end sighs not earning a response from the other end. 

Person: Seninle olamadığım için üzgünüm. Bunun için muhtemelen bana kızgın olduğunu biliyorum. Her şeyi geçmişimize bırakıp yolumuza devam edeceğiz! (I'm sorry for not being able to be with you. I know you're probably mad at me for it. We'll put everything in our past and move on once we put ad end to all!)

Darshan is surprised to see how Jaimi reacts to this mysterious guy's voice. She has visibly calmed down and her breathing is slowly going back to normal. 

Person: Seni seviyorum! Ve küçük prensesimi görmek için sabırsızlanıyorum. (I love you! And, I can't wait to see  you my little princess.)

He waits a few moments in hope of a response but hangs up after being greeted by silence. Hardik turns off the phone and puts it on the side table. The boys look at each other in confusion. 

Jyugal: Yeh kya tha?

Hardik: Kaun tha?

Siddharth: Kyu tha?

Darshan looks down at Jaimi who seems to have gone back to her natural state. He fondles her hair and zones out for a minute or two. He is brought back to reality when Hardik hits his arm. 

Hardik: Kidhar?

Darshan shakes his head. 

Jyugal: Jaimi ko theek se bed pe sula de! Woh choti bacchi nahi hain ki puri raat teri god mein so sakhti hain. 

Darshan nods. The three get off the bed and he places her on the bed, very carefully like she's a porcelain doll. He sits beside her while Siddharth and Jyugal take the touch and Hardik is walking around the room. Darshan continues to caress Jaimi's hair. Hardik takes hold of the black album. He sits in between Jyugal and Siddharth. 

Jyugal: Kya kar raha hain?

Hardik: Is mein kya hain woh dekh raha hoon!

Darshan: Album hain!

Siddharth: Humare Mr. Detective ne pura kamra chaan dala hoga!

Darshan: No! Sirf yeh book dekhi toh I just flipped through it. I was bored!

Hardik: Darshan ne dekha toh mein bhi dekh sakhta hoon!

Hardik says it with a child-like voice to which the others shake their head. He opens the book and is greeted by the picture of Jaimi. 

Hardik: Yeh baby kiska hain?

Jyugal: Jaimi ke paas iss baby ki photo kyu hain?

Siddharth: Maybe Jaimi?

Hardik: Jaimi ka baby hain?

Darshan: Idiots, woh Jaimi hain!

The three look at him like he has grown two heads. 

Darshan: Mujhe aise kyu dekh rahe ho?

Hardik: Yeh Jaimi hain?

Darshan: Meine abhi yahi toh bola. 

Hardik: Toh mein Albert Einstein hoon!

Darshan rolls his eyes. 

Jyugal: Yeh baby Jaimi kaise ho sakhti hain? I mean baby ki aankhe blue and gray ka mix hain aur hair is also like brown and golden-ish. 

Siddharth: Jaimi ke hair aur aankho ka color black hain so yeh baby ka Jaimi hona is nearly impossible. 

Darshan: Eyes and hair color change hote hain as you age. 

Hardik: Still-

Jyugal: Yeh baby kaha se Indian lagta hain tujhe? 

Siddharth: Maybe uske dad western ho?

Jyugal: Uska surname Patel hain!

Siddharth: Usko adopt kiya ho toh?

 Hardik: Usne ek baar bataya tha ki woh surrogate hain, so maybe uski mom western ho?

Siddharth: Mein abhi bhi nahi maan sakhta ki yeh Jaimi hain! I mean yeh baby kis angle se Indian lagta hain? Skin, eyes, hair aur sab kuch western hain!

Jyugal: Actually! Jaimi ka skin color hum sab se bahot light hain for an Indian skin tone. 

Hardik: Uski surrogate mom western ho sakhti hain. 

Jyugal: Iss photo ko dekho aur Jaimi ko dekho- lagta hi nahi hain ki yeh ek insaan hain!

Darshan: Pehle toh mujhe bhi nahi laga tha par phir jaise jaise photo dekhe tab samajh mein aaya.

Siddharth: Tu itna sure kaise hain ki yeh Jaimi hi hain?

Darshan: Jay ke chehre pe chaar til hain jo uss baby ke chehre pe bhi at the exact same location. 

The three look back and forth between Jaimi and the picture to confirm. Hardik flips to the next page after quite a discussion. They finally accept the fact after seeing Jaimi's name on the next page. They flip through the book and see the gradual change. Hardik flips to the last page and sees a letter. Siddharth closes the album and takes it from him before he could read it. 

Hardik: Kya hua? Padh ne de!

Siddharth: Yeh uska personal hain!

Hardik frowns but agrees. Siddharth places the book back on the side table. 

Jyugal: Iss mein Jaimi ke 18th birthday ke baad ki koi photos hi nahi hain!

Hardik: Woh last ek letter tha jo Sid ne padhne bhi nahi diya. 

Siddharth: Tum abhi Darshan ki tarah jasoos mat ban! Woh letter Jaimi ka personal bhi ho sakhta hain. 

Hardik: True that!

They talk for some time before they start to fall asleep. Darshan sees the three sleeping on the sofa and takes a picture of them. Jyugal and Siddharth are leaning towards the armrest on their side while Hardik is curled in the middle. It looks like he's cuddling the back of the sofa. Darshan chuckles at the three and puts his phone away. He lays down beside Jaimi and pulls up the comforter. He kisses her forehead and pushes away a few strands of hair that fell on her face. He smiles seeing her relaxed and lets sleep engulf him. 

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