Manik stood there, barely paying attention to the explosive revelations unfolding around him. A single thought consumed his mind—Nandini. She was still in there, fighting for her life, and all he wanted was for her to come back to him. He didn’t care about the family secrets or the years of lies that were being unveiled. His heart ached with only one truth: he couldn’t lose her.

Just then, the nurse approached again, her expression more relaxed this time. “We’ve found a perfect match,” she said, causing everyone to look up. “Her brother’s blood group matched entirely with hers. He can donate.”

The room fell silent, and confusion flickered across everyone’s face. Manik turned to her, eyebrows furrowed. “Brother?” he asked, shaking his head. “You’re mistaken. She doesn’t have a brother.”

The nurse, however, seemed unbothered by the confusion. “I’m talking about Mr. Cabir Dhawan,” she explained. “His blood group and all other medical markers match Nandini’s perfectly. They’re twins.”

For a moment, it felt like the world stopped spinning. Silence. Deafening, crushing silence filled the room. Everyone stood frozen, trying to grasp what they had just heard. Manik’s heart raced, his thoughts spiraling as he tried to comprehend what the nurse was saying. Cabir was Nandini’s twin? How? How could that be possible?

Vishakha’s knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, her hand covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Cabir, meanwhile, stood rooted to the spot, his entire body numb from shock. He had no words, no reaction—just disbelief.

The nurse glanced around at their shocked faces. “We need to move quickly,” she said, motioning to Cabir. “Please, Mr. Dhawan, come with me.”

Cabir followed her, but it was like he was moving in a trance, his feet shuffling forward as his mind reeled from the revelation. Twins? How? The words kept circling in his head, each time more overwhelming than before. He felt like he was caught in a nightmare, something so surreal that it couldn’t possibly be true.

Manik watched as Cabir disappeared down the hallway with the nurse, his heart twisting in knots. He turned to Vishakha, desperate for answers. “How… how is this possible?” he whispered, his voice shaky.

Vishakha was trembling, her face streaked with tears as she shook her head. “No… no, this isn’t true,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “Nandini is my daughter. I’m her mother! She doesn’t have a brother!”

Bela and Mahir rushed to her side, gently trying to calm her down. “Vishakha, please, you need to stay strong,” Bela said softly, wrapping her arm around her trembling friend.

Meanwhile, Cabir returned after giving blood, still in a daze. His steps were heavy, his gaze unfocused. He walked straight to Vishakha, and when she looked up at him, the weight of a million questions filled his eyes.

“Please,” Cabir whispered, his voice cracking. “I need to know the truth.”

Vishakha’s tears fell freely now as she looked at Cabir, then over at Bela and Mahir, who nodded at her with solemn expressions. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and began speaking in a broken, trembling voice.

“It was after Vikrant left me,” she said quietly. “I had lost everything—my husband, my home, my… my baby. I shifted to live with Bela and Mahir, and one day, two years after everything happened, we visited an orphanage. That day… that same day, I had just found out that my baby was born dead.”

Her voice broke, and tears welled in her eyes again, but she continued, her words heavy with sorrow. “At the orphanage, I met Nandini. She was five years old, and… there was something about her. She had this light in her eyes, this spark that I couldn’t explain. For the first time in years, I laughed. I… I felt alive again. At that moment, I felt like I had found my baby, the baby I lost.”

Manik watched her, his own chest tightening with emotion as he saw the pain etched across her face.

“I decided to adopt her,” Vishakha continued, her voice soft but resolute. “I never told her the truth. I didn’t want her to feel like she didn’t have a family like she wasn’t truly loved. I made sure she always knew she was my daughter, in every way that mattered.”

Tears streamed down Cabir’s face as he listened to her. His heart ached as he tried to process the weight of the truth. He reached into his pocket, fumbling for his wallet with trembling hands. Slowly, he pulled out an old, worn photo—a photo that had been his constant companion for years.

In the picture, a young couple was smiling brightly, with two little kids—both around three years old—standing beside them. He held up the photo, his hands shaking, and showed it to Vishakha.

“Look,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Is she Nandini?”

Vishakha gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the picture. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “It’s Nandini,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “That’s Nandini…”

Cabir’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, his body racked with sobs. “It’s Trisha… it’s my Trishu,” he choked out, hugging the picture to his chest. “My twin sister… I thought she died… I thought she died in the car accident with my parents…”

Manik knelt beside him, wrapping his arms around Cabir as his best friend broke down. Cabir clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. “I missed her, Manik… I missed her so much. I thought I lost her forever. I always kept this picture with me… I always hoped… but I never thought I’d find her.”

Manik’s own eyes filled with tears as he held Cabir close. He remembered the countless nights Cabir had spoken about his twin sister, about the hole her absence had left in his heart. Cabir had always carried that photo, always kept her memory alive, even when everyone else had believed she was gone.

“It’s okay, Cabir,” Manik whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You found her. You found her. She’s alive… she’s here…”

Fab5 gathered around them, their own eyes filled with tears as they watched their friend break down. They had known how much Cabir loved his sister, how much her absence had affected him, but none of them had ever imagined that Nandini—the Nandini they all know—was the same sister he had lost.

Alya knelt beside Cabir, her own tears falling freely. “You told us about her so many times,” she whispered, placing a comforting hand on his back. “We know how much you missed her.”

Mukti, her voice thick with emotion, added, “We’re here for you, Cabir. We’ll always be here.”

Cabir sobbed harder, his chest heaving as the weight of the truth finally crashed down on him. “I thought she died, Manik,” he cried. “I thought she was gone. But she’s here. She’s my Trishu. My sister. My twin.”

Manik held him tighter, his own tears mixing with Cabir’s. “And now you’ve found her,” he said softly. “Now you’ll never lose her again.”

Fab5 joined in, surrounding Cabir in a tight embrace, offering him the comfort and strength he so desperately needed. Cabir had always been the one who supported them, the one who made them laugh through their darkest times. But today, he was the one who needed them, and they were all there, by his side.

As Cabir continued to cry, Manik couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope. Nandini—Trisha—wasn’t just fighting for her life anymore. She was fighting to reunite with her brother, to finally come home to the family she had unknowingly left behind.

And Manik would do everything in his power to make sure she came back to them.

The hospital corridor was still, the air heavy with tension so thick it was suffocating. Doctors and nurses moved in and out of Nandini’s room, but to Manik, everything blurred into the background. His eyes were fixed on the door to the operating room, silently praying, hoping, begging for any sign that she was going to be okay.

The sight of Nandini’s pale, fragile body lying there haunted him, and he couldn’t get rid of the image in his head. All he wanted was for her to open her eyes again, to smile at him, to tell him she was okay.

As the doctors worked inside, blood was already being transfused into Nandini, Cabir’s blood. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on anyone—her twin, someone she didn’t even know was her brother until today, was giving her the life-saving blood she so desperately needed. The world seemed to twist and bend under the weight of revelations and emotions, but there was no time to think about that. Not now. All that mattered was Nandini.

Manik sat just beside Vishakha, his knee bouncing in anxiety, hands clasped tightly together as he muttered prayers under his breath. His usually calm and collected demeanor was shattered, the strong and stoic Manik was nowhere to be seen. Right now, he was just a man who feared losing the person he loved most in the world.

Soha approached slowly, her steps hesitant, her face pale. She knelt in front of Manik and Vishakha, her hands folded tightly, trembling as she spoke. "I’m… I’m sorry, Manik. I’m sorry, Mom," she said, her voice quivering. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked between the two of them. “It’s my fault… I’m the reason Nandini is lying there like this. It’s all because of me…”

Manik frowned in confusion, his tired mind not processing her words. "What do you mean, Soha?" he asked, his voice low but tense. His eyes bore into her, trying to understand the weight of what she was saying.

Vishakha too looked at Soha, her brows furrowed as she asked softly, “What are you saying, beta? How is this your fault?”

Soha’s lip trembled as she inhaled deeply, her hands shaking. “Before she fell… Nandini and I argued. A really bad one. I said some horrible things to her, things I didn’t mean but couldn’t stop myself from saying. I told her she was taking you both away from me. I said that she took Manik from me… and you, Mom. I accused her of taking everything I love…”

Manik’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief clouding his face. He sat up straighter, feeling his anger bubble to the surface. “Soha, what the hell are you talking about?” His voice trembled with rage. “You said… you said what?”

Vishakha gasped softly, her hand covering her mouth as she turned to Soha, her heart breaking as she realized what her daughter had done. “Soha… why? Why would you say such things?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Soha’s tears flowed freely now, her face wet with remorse. “I didn’t mean it! I swear, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just… I was upset. I… I felt like I was losing you both to her. I feel jealous seeing you loving and caring for her mom. It was stupid, I know, but at the moment, I just… I couldn’t stop myself. And then… and then she fell…”

Manik’s anger exploded, his control snapping as he shot up from his seat, standing over Soha with his fists clenched. “You told her that? You said all of that to her before she fell? You pushed her to this?!” His voice boomed through the hallway, raw with fury.

Soha flinched, sobbing uncontrollably as she cowered before him. “I’m sorry, Manik! I didn’t mean to—” she tried to explain, but Manik’s rage was blinding.

“You didn’t mean to?!” Manik roared, his fists shaking at his sides. “Do you realize what you’ve done, Soha? Nandini could’ve—” He stopped, his throat choking with emotion, unable to even say the words aloud. He couldn’t bring himself to think about what could’ve happened.

Fab5, along with Abhimanyu, rushed forward, grabbing Manik by the shoulders and pulling him back before he could lose it completely. Dhruv spoke soothingly, “Manik, calm down. This isn’t going to help.” Cabir, too shaken to speak, just nodded along, knowing they needed to be strong right now, for Nandini.

Manik clenched his jaw, breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself down. His hands were still shaking as he lowered them to his sides. He looked at Soha, his voice quieter but no less furious. “I can’t believe you, Soha. Nandini is fighting for her life right now, and you… you pushed her to this.”

Soha’s sobs only grew louder as she collapsed to the ground, pressing her face into her hands. “I know,” she whispered through her tears. “I know it’s my fault. I hate myself for what I said. But I didn’t know that this will happen. Please… please forgive me…”

Vishakha, unable to watch her daughter in such pain, reached out and placed a trembling hand on Soha’s shoulder. “Soha… we all say things we don’t mean when we’re angry,” she said softly, though her own heart was breaking. “But what matters now is that we make sure Nandini pulls through. We can’t dwell on what happened. Not right now.”

Just then, the doors to the operating room opened, and a group of doctors emerged, removing their masks. Everyone froze, the tension in the air thickening once more. Manik immediately rushed forward, followed by Vishakha and Cabir, their eyes wide with fear and hope.

“How is she, Doctor?” Manik asked, his voice trembling. “Is Nandini okay?”

The doctor removed his gloves, his face grim but not without hope. “Nandini is out of danger for now,” he said slowly. A collective sigh of relief washed over the group. But just as they began to relax, the doctor’s next words froze them in place.

“But…” the doctor hesitated, glancing at each of them, “her brain has suffered some damage. Due to the trauma and blood loss, there was a nerve breakdown. I’m afraid she has slipped into a coma. We can’t predict when she will wake up… or if she will.”

A gasp of horror echoed through the corridor as his words sank in. Manik felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His body trembled, and he staggered back, falling to the floor. His hands covered his face as he let out a gut-wrenching scream. “No! Nandini!”

The sound of his agony was unbearable to hear. He hit the floor with his fists, the pain of losing her consuming him. “Nandini, please! Please, don’t do this to me!” he cried out, his voice broken and desperate. His heart shattered into a million pieces as he clung to the hope that she would wake up. That she would come back to him.

Beside him, Vishakha’s body went limp, and she fainted from the overwhelming shock. Bela and Mahir rushed to her side, trying to bring her back to consciousness. Cabir, meanwhile, stood frozen, his face white as a sheet, his entire body numb. His twin, Trisha, was lying in a coma, and he had no idea when or if she would ever wake up.

Cabir’s knees buckled, and he sank down beside Manik, his mind unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation. “This can’t be happening,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “This can’t be real… she can’t be in a coma.”

Mukti, Alya, Dhruv, and Abhimanyu gathered around, their faces stricken with grief as they watched their friends break down. Mukti’s eyes filled with tears, her usual strength crumbling as she knelt beside Cabir and Manik, her hands shaking as she placed them on their shoulders. Navya was crying like hell seeing her soul sister, her Nandini like this.

Manik was lost, his whole world crashing down around him as he stared at the closed doors of the operating room. How could this happen? How could the universe be so cruel?

“Nandini…” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Please come back to me. Please… I can’t do this without you.”

The waiting room was silent, the only sound was the soft, anguished sobs of those who loved her most. But the future was uncertain, and the road ahead felt impossibly long. And Manik had never felt so helpless.
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Hope u all like the chapter.....

Few words for Manik....

Few words for Nandini....

Nandini is Cabir's twin sister???

Nandini is in coma???

Will she wake up???

What were your favourite moments???

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Kiara ❤️❤️