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INAYAT'S POV:

Everything's got messed up. We were here to prove my innocence, but now we're faced with a new problem. Our plan got exposed—sending Trisha to Vikrant to execute our strategy.

 And this is all because of my fucking so-called father. This man, this cunning serpent, turned the whole table in just a blink. 

He's capable of anything. How the hell did he get to know about our plans? I can't believe he is my father. I am ashamed that the blood streaming in my veins is his.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, TRISHA!!!" I flinched as Vikrant roared at the top of his lungs. The sheer force of his voice echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. 

It was visible; he was deeply hurt by the betrayal of the woman he trusted the most.

"Vikrant, let me tell you everything. Calm down, I'll explain everything," Trisha pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pacify Vikrant, who was burning with the rage of betrayal.

He scoffed, "Explain? You still have the audacity to tell me that you'll justify your deeds? You will justify your betrayal, Trisha? And even if you did, you think I will trust you?" Vikrant's voice broke, revealing the depth of his devastation.

Trisha, desperate and teary-eyed, reached out for Vikrant's hands. She stepped forward, managing to hold his hand for a brief moment before he abruptly jerked it away.

 The rejection was palpable, as he backed away, his face contorted with a mixture of hurt and anger. He lifted his hand and showed his palm to her, a clear and cold signal to stop, to keep her distance.

 The unspoken pain in his eyes was evident; he couldn't bear to be touched by her, the woman who had shattered his trust.

Vikrant took a deep sigh, sliding his hands to his waist before pulling out a gun. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air.

"Vikrant," whispered Trisha in a low, trembling voice. Her eyes widened in fear and sorrow, a silent plea for mercy. 

The tension was thick, every breath a struggle, as the realization of their broken trust and shattered plans settled in the room.

"Don't worry, it's not for you," Vikrant said with an unsettling calm, his voice almost too casual. He pointed the gun at Shivansh, a chilling contrast to the intensity of the situation. 

"It's for him." My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes wide with terror. My mind raced with the horrific possibilities. 

This was all too familiar—a haunting replay of when Vikrant had trapped Shivansh before, and I'd barely managed to save him. What if this time, I couldn't do anything? The thought was paralyzing.

Shivansh stood there, seemingly unfazed, his expression calm and composed. He met my gaze with an unsettling serenity, as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a passing inconvenience. 

I couldn't understand how he could be so composed in the face of imminent danger.

"Shivansh, please, get down!" I shouted, my voice trembling with fear. "Do something!"

But Vikrant's anger surged. "First, you took my parents away from me, and now you've given me the biggest betrayal!"

 His voice was a raw, tormented scream that echoed through the room, laden with deep-seated pain and rage.

The room was charged with unbearable tension. I stood frozen, my mind desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare, my heart aching with a mix of fear, helplessness, and an overwhelming desire to protect him.

Everyone present was paralyzed with fear, knowing that any sudden movement could provoke Vikrant into shooting Shivansh. 

The tension was almost tangible, a thick, suffocating cloud that pressed down on us all.

"Vikrant, don't you dare harm my brother!" Advay bhai shouted, his voice cracking with raw desperation and fear. 

His eyes were wide with anguish, and he took a hesitant step forward, his body trembling as he tried to stay calm for the sake of his brother.

"Vikrant, we'll give you whatever you want," Aryan bhai added, his voice laced with a mix of urgency and pleading. 

"Just lower the gun. Please, Let's talk this through." He moved cautiously, each step measured and slow, trying to defuse the volatile situation. 

Every inch they took toward Vikrant felt like a dangerous gamble, and the room held its breath, caught between the possibility of violence. But Vikrant's eyes were just fixed on Shivansh.

"You want revenge, right?" Shivansh finally spoke, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. Vikrant turned his gaze toward him, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating fury.

"Let everyone go from here, and I'll surrender myself to you. I promise," Shivansh offered. 

His words were a desperate attempt to defuse the situation, suggesting that he would turn himself in willingly to satisfy Vikrant's need for revenge, if it meant sparing everyone else.

In the next second, a gunshot rang out, shattering the tense silence. My heart stopped, and my eyes snapped shut as terror gripped me. 

"SHIVANSH!" I screamed, my voice breaking with fear. The room was engulfed in shock and fear, and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.

 The unbearable question hung in the air: Was the shot meant for Shivansh? The fear of the unknown, combined with the overwhelming panic, left me paralyzed, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

As I slowly opened my eyes, a mix of fear and relief washed over me. I saw Vikrant lying on the ground, clutching his leg in agony.

 Aryan bhai stood a few feet away, his expression resolute. It was Aryan bhai who had fired the shot, aiming for Vikrant's leg to stop him from causing more harm.

Trisha dashed towards Vikrant, her heart pounding with a frantic urgency. She collapsed beside him, pulling him into her arms with a fierce protectiveness. 

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her face was streaked with tears.

Turning sharply, she glared at Aryan Bhai, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "Why did you do that?" she shouted, her tone raw with pain.

Aryan Bhai's response was calm and measured, a stark contrast to the chaos. "Can't you see? He was about to shoot Shivansh. We had no choice."

Trisha clutched Vikrant even tighter, her grip almost as if she were trying to fuse them together. "You're wrong!" she cried out, her voice breaking with frustration and disbelief. 

"He'd never do that! He wasn't going to shoot, damn it!"

Advay Bhai and Aryan Bhai both tried to reason with her, their voices firm but gentle, attempting to cut through her whirlwind of emotions.

 But Trisha, consumed by a storm of anger and fear, continued to shout and scream, her pleas echoing around them. 

She was too overwhelmed to hear their explanations, her mind locked in a desperate denial of the situation.

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the aftermath of the gunshot. I felt a rush of relief as the immediate danger passed. 

The shock of what had happened left me trembling, a deep worry settling in as I took in the sight of Vikrant's pain and the gravity of the situation.

My heart was still pounding in my chest as I lifted my eyes, desperately searching for Shivansh. I needed to see him, to reassure myself that he was okay, and to pull him into a tight embrace. 

Relief surged through me when I spotted him running towards me. He was saying me something but at this point of time my brain is just not working. 

I am not able to hear anything or feel anything happening around me. I can only see him coming towards me all safe. I opened my arms wide, ready to hold him close. 

Shivansh reached me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. For a moment, everything felt right as he lifted me slightly off the ground and twirled me around, holding me close. 

I just closed my eyes feeling all safe and happy holding him close to me.

But suddenly, that moment of comfort was shattered by a sharp, stabbing sound. 

Shivansh's body went rigid and he let out a guttural groan of pain that echoed through the room. My heart skipped a beat as I opened my eyes and saw the horrifying truth.

My father stood behind Shivansh, his face cold and determined, a menacing glare on his face, holding a knife. The shock hit me hard. He saved me from my father.

With a cruel look, my father pulled out the knife and he drove the knife into Shivansh's back again. The sound of the knife slicing through the air was sickening. 

Shivansh's grip on me tightened for a moment, his body shaking with pain as he tried to hold on to me. 

Despite his worsening pain, Shivansh's arms still wrapped around me, holding me tightly as if trying to find solace in our connection.

Without hesitation, my father pulled out the knife and stabbed Shivansh again. Shivansh's cry of pain filled the room, a sound of deep suffering. Even in his agony, Shivansh's arms stayed around me.

My father's face was a mask of cold determination as he stabbed Shivansh a third time, his face showed no mercy. Shivansh's grip on me grew weaker with each attack, his strength fading. 

His body slumped, and his once-tight hold on me became a shaky, weakening embrace.

Just as my father raised the knife to stab Shivansh for the fourth time, a gunshot rang out, and my father collapsed. 

The police had arrived and shot him. They quickly moved in, arresting both my father and Vikrant, bringing some relief to the nightmare.

Shivansh's hold on me gave way, and he began to slide down towards the ground. My heart shattered as I sank to the floor, cradling him in my lap.

And I realised what he did. He just saved me from my own father. 

The world around me started to blur, my focus entirely on Shivansh and his suffering. 

His breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, and my heart raced with fear. I tapped gently on Shivansh's cheek, trying desperately to keep him awake.

"Shivansh, don't close your eyes, okay? Talk to me, don't close your eyes," I pleaded, my voice breaking with sobs.

 My tears fell freely as I held him, feeling completely helpless and utterly miserable in the face of his pain.

Shivansh managed to lift one arm and gently wiped my tears away. His touch was tender despite his pain. "Are you okay, Ina?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. 

I cried out loudly, overwhelmed by the irony of his question. He was the one who had been stabbed, yet he was worried about me.

Advay bhai and Aryan bhai arrived, their faces etched with worry. Advay bhai looked utterly shattered as he stood in front of me, while Aryan bhai tried to console us, urging us to get to the car. 

With a sense of urgency, Aryan bhai and Advay bhai carefully lifted Shivansh, and I hurried towards the car, my heart pounding.

I climbed into the back seat and carefully placed Shivansh in my lap. I held him close, my tears mingling with his bloodstained clothes. 

"Shivansh, keep your eyes open," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Stay with me. Please, don't close your eyes."

The car ride was a blur of fear and desperation as I held Shivansh tightly, my mind focused only on keeping him awake and getting him the help he desperately needed.

We reached the hospital, and Shivansh was being rushed into the OT. From the corridor outside, I watched as doctors hurriedly cleaned the wound and administered medications.

 My heart pounded as the scene unfolded. Turning around, I saw Advay Bhai crying, with Rhea and Aryan Bhai trying to console him.

 The world started spinning, and I collapsed to my knees. Rhea rushed to my side, trying to help me stand, but I had no strength left. Aryan Bhai joined her, and together, they managed to get me to sit on a bench.

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it might burst. Breathing was difficult, and I clutched my pendant desperately. Everything around me was a blur of chaos and confusion.

"Inayat, he'll be okay soon. Calm down," Rhea said softly, her voice trembling.

I turned towards her, tears streaming down my face. "It's all because of me, Rhea," I choked out.

Advay Bhai suddenly appeared in front of me, his eyes red with anger and grief. I stood up on shaky legs, and he said harshly, "Yes, Inayat, it's all because of you."

 His words were like daggers, piercing my already shattered heart. Aryan Bhai rushed over, trying to pull Advay Bhai away, but he shrugged off Aryan's hands and stood rigidly before me.

"Yeh sab tumhari wajah se hi ho raha hai. Tumne hi bad-dua di thi na unnhe marr jane ki?? Toh ab kyu roo rahi ho? Tumhe toh khush hona chahiye" (This all happened because of you. You had cursed him to die right? So why are you crying now? Be happy.)

Each word felt like a slap to the face, but deep down, I knew he was right. I had told Shivansh to die, and now, it felt like my worst nightmare was coming true.

"He did everything for you, Inayat. He tried his best to apologize. Do you know? When you were admitted to the hospital, fighting for your life, everyone lost hope. Everyone except my brother. 

Since you gained consciousness, he has been begging you, pleading with you to forgive him, but you didn't even listen to him. You claim you've loved him for two years. 

But I don't see any love here. You were just attracted to him, and now that you're discovering flaws in him that you didn't find in your so-called research, you don't want him anymore. 

If you want to leave, just leave for good. Stop coming back. Inayat, you don't have a heart. 

I've made the biggest mistake allowing you to stay in our house, trusting you and letting him develop feelings for you. I should have never let you in."

He was about to say something more when Rhea came over, gently rubbing his back. "Don't say anything you'll regret later, Advay. Calm down. You're not thinking clearly. You're not in your senses. Take a seat and wait for the doctors. Just relax."

Advay bhai jerked her hands away, gave me a sharp look, and stormed over to stand by the OT's door.

I couldn't handle my weight anymore and sank onto the bench behind me. My mind was reeling, and my heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. 

The guilt was overwhelming, suffocating.

Rhea knelt in front of me, her eyes filled with tears. "Inayat, you didn't know. It's not your fault," she said, her voice breaking.

But I couldn't believe her. How could I? I had cursed him, pushed him away, and now he was fighting for his life because of me.

Aryan Bhai put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We're all here for you, Inayat. Shivansh will pull through. He's strong."

I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. "I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve any of this."

Advay Bhai's harsh words still echoed in my mind. "You need to face the consequences of your actions, Inayat."

His words were stern, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. We all needed Shivansh to survive. 

I closed my eyes, gripping my pendant tightly, and whispered a silent prayer. The chaos around me continued, but inside, I was desperately clinging to any shred of hope.

The next second, a nurse came rushing out, her face etched with urgency. We all gathered around her, anxiety tightening its grip on us.

"The patient has lost a lot of blood, and we need to arrange for A+ blood immediately," she said.

Relief surged through me. "My blood group is A+. Take my blood."

The nurse looked at me with concern. "We need to perform some tests first," she said, taking a sample of my blood.

A few minutes later, she returned, her expression serious. "Your haemoglobin levels are low. Donating blood could risk your health."

"I don't care. Just take my blood and do your work," I replied, my voice trembling with determination.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She took my blood and hurried back to the OT.

I sank back onto the bench, feeling weak but resolute. As the door to the OT swung shut, I whispered a silent prayer, willing my strength to be enough for Shivansh.

 The wait was agonizing, every second stretching into an eternity.

Rhea squeezed my hand gently. "He'll be okay."

I nodded, tears welling up again. "He has to be okay, Rhea. He just has to."

Aryan Bhai,, placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're stronger than you think. We'll get through this ."

As we waited, the reality of the situation weighed heavily on all of us. Amidst the chaos and fear, there was a flicker of hope. Shivansh had to survive. He just had to.

Hours went by still doctor did not gave us any updates. Advay Bhai and Rhea were standing near the door only. Aryan bhai had gone out to attend a call. 

I just closed my eyes and hid my face in my palms. At that moment I felt a hand on my shoulder. I instantly opened my eyes and turned and said " Shivansh?"

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ARYAN'S POV:

Everything is ruined; what we never imagined has happened. Everything is repeating, the same situation, but this time Shivansh is in Inayat's place. 

I am feeling so guilty that even though I am here, Shivansh is in this condition, and I couldn't save him. This is all because of me. I thought I could handle everything. 

I sent the guards away and didn't inform the cops beforehand.

 I should have planned all of this. I took that man too lightly. Advay and Inayat are in a bad state here, but I am more worried about Aahana, Adwit, Advik, Uncle, and Aunty. 

When they find out, they will be even more worried. I don't know how I will give them this news, but he is their son, so I should tell them, right?

 I don't know what to do now. How am I going to handle Aahana and everything because right now no one is in their senses—Advay, Inayat, Rhea, no one.

I was thinking this when my phone rang, and it was Trisha. Now what does she want to say? She was fighting with us for Vikrant, that's why our attention got diverted, and all this happened. 

Now I think she is not on our side but on theirs. Trisha is our college friend, and we were very good friends. I don't know what Vikrant did to her that she is going against us for him. 

I can feel that she likes him, but he is a criminal. He may have his reasons, but still, he is a criminal.

 The problems we've been facing for the past few months are all because of this Vikrant. Even when the police were arresting Vikrant, she was crying and begging us to save him, but why would we? 

Everything is happening because of him. Even if she loves him, why can't she understand that he is a murderer? Even if he didn't commit the murder, he planned it.

 And if we get him out of jail also, he will never accept Trisha again. He is playing with her feelings, and she is letting him do that. I declined her call, put my phone back in my pocket, and went inside the premises.

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