The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet streets of Rajvansh's neighborhood. Tarini, exhausted from a long day at the hospital, walked slowly home, her thoughts a tangled mess of patients and prescriptions. The air was cool, but an unsettling chill seemed to follow her as she made her way down the deserted lane.

Without warning, a group of goons emerged from the darkness, their eyes glinting with malice. They attacked her with brutal force, their shouts piercing the silence of the night. Tarini's screams echoed in the empty streets, but there was no one to hear her cries for help.

Meanwhile, at the Rajvansh mansion, worry gripped the household. The clock ticked noisily in the grand hall, each second stretching into eternity. Sahil paced restlessly, his concern for Tarini growing with each passing minute.

His phone rang, jolting him from his anxious thoughts. It was a call from the hospital—Tarini had been attacked and was now in critical condition. Without a second thought, Sahil grabbed his keys and rushed out of the mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.

When he arrived at the hospital, the scene was chaotic. Medical staff moved quickly, their faces serious as they attended to the injured Tarini. Sahil's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, bruised and battered, but he forced himself to remain composed.

“Tarini, I’m here,” he said softly, taking her hand. His voice trembled as he tried to mask his anguish.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she managed a faint, pained smile. “Sahil... I—”

“Don’t talk,” Sahil interrupted gently. “Just hold on. You’re going to be okay.”

The doctors and nurses worked swiftly, and Sahil watched with bated breath, his heart heavy with worry. As the hours passed, he could barely think of anything but the agony Tarini must be feeling. He was grateful for the skillful hands of the medical team, but his mind raced with questions—how had this happened, and why?

Finally, the door to the operating room opened, and the lead doctor approached Sahil. “She’s stable now,” he said. “We’ve managed to take care of her injuries, but she’ll need to rest and recover.”

Sahil exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging with relief. “Thank you. Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded and guided him to Tarini’s room. She was lying in bed, her face pale but peaceful. Sahil took a seat beside her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Tarini,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry this happened. I should have been there.”

Tarini’s eyes opened slowly, and she looked at him with gratitude. “Sahil... you came... I’m glad you’re here.”

“Always,” Sahil promised, his voice filled with emotion. “I’ll be by your side through this, no matter what.”

As the night wore on, Sahil sat vigil, the quiet hum of the hospital serving as a constant reminder of the fragility of life. The Rajvansh family, too, was immersed in worry, their thoughts and prayers focused on Tarini’s recovery. For Sahil, each moment spent by her side was a testament to his feelings for her—a bond forged in the crucible of shared struggle and unwavering support.

And so, in the dim light of the hospital room, amidst the shadows of a harrowing night, hope began to weave its delicate threads through the fabric of despair, promising that even in the darkest hours, there was always a glimmer of light to guide them forward.

As dawn’s first light began to seep through the hospital room’s blinds, the oppressive night seemed to lift, if only slightly. Sahil remained by Tarini’s side, holding her hand, when the door creaked open and two men hurried in, their faces etched with concern. They were Abir and Kunal, Tarini’s older brothers, their eyes red from a sleepless night and fear.

“Sahil,” Abir’s voice was a mix of relief and worry. “How is she?”

“She’s stable now,” Sahil replied, standing up to greet them. “The doctors have done their best. She’s resting, but she’s been through a lot.”

Kunal’s eyes fell on his sister, and he swallowed hard, struggling to control his emotions. “Tarini...”

He moved closer to her bedside, taking in her bruised face with a mixture of anger and sorrow. Abir, who was usually the more composed of the two, clenched his jaw as he approached. “What happened, Sahil? We need to know who did this.”

Sahil’s face tightened. “We don’t have all the details yet. It was a group of goons who attacked her while she was walking home alone. I’m so sorry, Abir, Kunal.”

Abir’s fists balled at his sides, his eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness. “We’re going to find out who did this. No one hurts my sister and gets away with it.”

“We’re going to make sure she gets the justice she deserves,” Kunal added, his voice cold with resolve.

Sahil nodded. “I understand. Right now, though, the most important thing is that Tarini recovers. She needs all of us to be strong for her.”

Abir took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “You’re right. Thank you for being here for her, Sahil.”

Kunal pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, his gaze never leaving Tarini. “We’ll stay with her. You should take a break, Sahil. You’ve been here all night.”

Sahil hesitated, glancing between the brothers and Tarini. “I’ll stay a little longer, if that’s alright.”

Abir placed a hand on Sahil’s shoulder. “We appreciate it, but you need rest too. We’ll call you if anything changes.”

Sahil finally nodded and left the room, though his heart ached to leave Tarini’s side. He stepped out into the early morning air, the cool breeze a welcome relief from the stifling tension of the hospital. He had faith in Abir and Kunal’s determination, and he knew they would do everything in their power to ensure that justice was served.

Back in the room, Abir and Kunal settled into the quiet vigil beside their sister. Abir looked at Tarini, his eyes softening with a mix of worry and affection. “Tarini, you have to be strong. We’re all here for you, and we won’t let anything happen to you.”

Kunal nodded, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her forehead. “We’ll get through this together, Tarini. You’ll see. We’ll make sure you’re safe and that whoever did this is held accountable.”

As the morning unfolded, the hospital room began to fill with the soft sounds of the new day. Despite the uncertainty and fear, there was a shared strength in the room—a silent promise among the three of them that they would face whatever came next together. Tarini lay there, unaware of the full depth of the support around her, but the presence of her brothers and Sahil was a comforting constant in the midst of her struggle.