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🏥 City Hospital – VIP Wing, 2:43 AM

The car screeched to a halt under the glowing red sign of CityCare Hospital. Ved didn't wait for the valet — he ran straight in, carrying Innaya close to his chest, her hand limp against his shirt.

"Doctor! Emergency! She's bleeding and not waking up!" his voice cracked as panic broke through his usually calm tone.

Within moments, nurses rushed with a stretcher. The world around him became a blur of white coats, beeping machines, and flashing lights. His mind was only repeating one name —

> "Innu... Innu... Innu."

They admitted her to the VIP room. Ved stood outside for what felt like eternity, the air sterile, cold, and smelling faintly of antiseptic. When the door finally opened, the senior doctor stepped out, adjusting his glasses, expression grave yet steady.

> Doctor (softly): "Mr. Ved... If you were late. If it had been a few more minutes... she might have gone into a coma. But she's stable now. The overdose was dangerous, but she's sleeping naturally. Her body is fighting back."

For a moment, Ved forgot how to breathe. His chest collapsed with the weight of the words. Then he exhaled, long and shaky, leaning against the cold wall — relief flooding him like light breaking through storm clouds.

He walked into her room, slow and quiet. The room was dimly lit, moonlight falling through the blinds, touching her pale face. Innaya lay still, surrounded by wires and IV lines, looking fragile yet peaceful.

Ved pulled a chair beside her bed, his knees weak. He sat, his hand gently finding hers.

> "You scared me, Innu... I thought—"
His voice broke before he could finish.

He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, eyes glistening. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound, each beat a reminder that she was still here, still breathing, still his world.

Hours passed. The clock's hands crawled toward dawn, and Ved didn't move. He just sat there — watching, waiting, whispering silent prayers to the ceiling.

> "You're safe now, Innu. Sleep all you want... I'll keep watching."

Outside, the night softened. The first hint of morning light spilled through the glass — pale, tender, and full of quiet hope.

🌅 Morning at Rathoure Mansion – The Vanishing Light

The morning unfurled over Rathoure Mansion like a quiet whisper—soft sunlight spilled through the tall windows, painting faint gold on the marble floors. Yet something about the air felt heavy, unmoving.

One by one, the Rathoure boys gathered in the living hall.
Eshan fixed the cuff of his white shirt, Zayan stirred his coffee absentmindedly, Aayan scrolled through his phone half-heartedly, Rudra leaned back with his headphones around his neck, and Kabir yawned, slumping into the couch.

Everything looked normal. But something wasn't.

Kabir glanced toward the staircase, frowning.

Kabir (muttering): "Where's Innaya? She never skips breakfast... not even on lazy days."

He motioned toward the maid setting the plates.

Kabir: "Can you please call her down?"

The maid hesitated—eyes darting nervously.

Maid (quietly): "Sir... Miss Innaya isn't in her room."

The sound of clinking cups stopped.
Every head turned.

Eshan (sharply): "What do you mean not in her room?"

Maid: "I checked twice, sir. Her bed is untouched... looks like she never came back after midnight."

A heavy silence fell.
Even the ticking clock on the wall sounded too loud.

Aayan stood abruptly, voice rising with disbelief.

"Check the garden, the backyard, her art room—everywhere!"

The servants scattered. Footsteps echoed through the corridors, doors opened, curtains were pulled—but after ten long minutes, they returned empty-handed.

Zayan (clenching his jaw): "She wouldn't just leave like that."

Eshan (coldly): "Unless someone took her."

Rudra, calm yet tense, spoke the words everyone feared.

Rudra (low): "Check the CCTV."

The boys crowded into the security room. The flickering monitor bathed their faces in pale blue light.

Aayan fast-forwarded the footage, the time stamp blinking — 1:58 a.m... 2:00... 2:03.

Then they saw him.

Ved.

Walking down the staircase quietly, barefoot, dressed in black. His face unreadable, shadows pooling beneath his eyes.

And then—ten minutes later—he returned.

Holding Innaya.

Her head rested against his chest, her hair falling loosely over his arm. She looked unconscious. Ved adjusted his grip, his movements slow and careful, almost protective—as if afraid she might break.

He descended the stairs, opened the front door, and carried her outside into the cold night.
The outer camera showed his car waiting. Ved opened the passenger door, gently placed her inside, tucked a blanket around her, and then—without a glance back—he drove off into the mist. 🚗🌫️

The screen froze there—Innaya's hair fluttering in the night wind, the car's red taillights fading into darkness.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Kabir (hoarse): "He... took her?"

Zayan (angrily): "Why didn't he wake us? Why not tell anyone?"

Aayan (quietly): "She didn't even look awake..."

Eshan (snapping): "Call him! Now!"

Kabir dialed Ved's number—once, twice, thrice.
Switched off.

The tension thickened like smoke. Rudra's hand trembled slightly as he clenched his fist.

Rudra (murmuring): "If she's hurt... if something happened to her..."

Eshan's eyes burned, his voice breaking through the silence.

"He promised to protect her... and he just vanished with her?"

The room felt colder. The sunlight that had once filled the mansion now seemed distant—muted behind a veil of clouds. Outside, the wind picked up, brushing through the trees with a mournful sound. 🍃

They all stood there—five brothers, bound by worry, anger, and a fear too deep to admit out loud.

Zayan (softly, almost whispering):

"He better have a damn good reason... or I swear..."

But deep inside, none of them could ignore what they saw in Ved's expression—the tenderness in the way he held her, the quiet desperation in his steps.

Maybe... he was saving her.

Or maybe... he was running from something they didn't yet understand.

The mansion, usually alive with chatter and teasing, now stood still—like it, too, was holding its breath, waiting for a truth that refused to arrive.
 
Rudra call ved again and call connected...

The corridors were silent except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic beep... beep... beep of distant machines.
The world outside was asleep — but Ved wasn't.

He sat beside Innaya, his eyes fixed on her pale face as she lay on the hospital bed, IV lines attached to her wrist. The soft glow from the monitor cast light over her features — fragile yet calm, like moonlight resting on still water.

He brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, whispering under his breath,

Ved (softly): "You shouldn't have stayed up that late, Innu... you scared me."

He exhaled, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavy on his shoulders. His phone buzzed. The name flashed across the screen — Rudra Rathoure.

Ved hesitated for a moment, then picked it up.

Ved (steady tone): "Rudra."
Rudra (tense): "Ved... where the hell are you? And where's Innaya?"

There was a pause — a long, careful silence. Ved glanced at Innaya, then replied, voice calm but measured.

Ved: "Relax. She's with me... at the hospital."
Kabir (in background, shocked): "Hospital?! What happened?"

Ved (lying smoothly): "When I reached the mansion last night, I thought I'd check on her. Her room lights were on.
When I entered... she was lying unconscious on the floor."

Eshan (serious, his voice breaking through):
"What? Was she hurt?"

Ved: "No injuries... just exhaustion. The doctor said it might be stress or lack of rest.
I brought her here right away. She's stable now."

A collective sigh came from the other side. You could almost hear the tension ease — but only a little.

Zayan (quietly): "You did the right thing, Ved. We'll come soon."

Ved (quickly): "No need. Let her rest. I'll bring her back in the morning."

Another pause. Ved could sense it — the curiosity in their silence. They trusted him... but something didn't sit right.

Aayan (carefully): "You sure you're telling us everything, Ved?"

Ved (forcing a soft chuckle): "Of course. What else would there be? You think I kidnapped her or something?"

The brothers exchanged glances. Rudra's tone softened but carried a strange undercurrent.

Rudra (low): "No... but next time, just wake us. We worry too much for our own good."

Ved: "I know. I promise, she's fine."

He ended the call and placed the phone down slowly.

The silence returned, thick and humming with guilt. Ved leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

His gaze drifted back to Innaya — her breathing steady, her lashes fluttering slightly as if caught in a dream. The faintest frown crossed her face, and Ved's chest tightened.

Ved (whispering, guilt in his tone): "I'm sorry I lied to them... but they wouldn't understand. Not yet."

He closed his eyes for a second, hearing only the monitor's rhythm.

Outside, rain began to fall softly against the glass, washing the city in silver streaks. 🌧️

He reached for her hand — cold but steady — and whispered again, voice trembling like a secret too heavy to hold,

Ved: "I'll protect you, Innu... no matter what I have to hide from them."

At that same moment, back in Rathoure Mansion, the brothers sat in silence.
The phone lay on the table, Ved's voice still echoing faintly in their minds.

Kabir (uneasy): "He sounded... too calm."

Zayan (muttering): "And too quick with answers."

Eshan (sighing): "Still... he took care of her. That's what matters."

Rudra (quiet, eyes distant): "Maybe. But something tells me... this isn't the full story."

Outside, the cold morning wind swept through the garden, rattling the old chimes.
Something in the air had changed — like the calm before a storm no one was ready for.

City Hospital, Room 208

The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence like a fragile thread holding the world together. The night outside was cold — the kind that wrapped the city in mist and memories.

Innaya's eyes fluttered open again.
A faint ache pulsed behind her temples, and the dull scent of antiseptic filled her lungs. Her gaze darted around — white walls, IV line, dim light.

Ved was standing near the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice heavy with tension.

Ved (low, controlled tone): "Yes, Doctor, she's awake again... but—"
(his eyes flick to her) "—she still can't speak."

A pause. Only the sound of the rain tapping the glass.

Doctor (through the phone): "Mr. Ved, it's the second time her voice has shut down. Her body reacts to emotional trauma through psychosomatic muteness. She's not physically hurt, but something's deeply triggering her. She needs rest — and peace."

Ved's jaw clenched. His usual calm cracked for a heartbeat.

Ved (soft but sharp): "How long will it last this time?"

Doctor: "It depends... maybe days, maybe weeks. She'll need therapy, and... someone she trusts."

Ved looked at Innaya, her frail figure sitting up weakly on the hospital bed. Her eyes — those soft brown oceans — shimmered with questions she couldn't ask.

He ended the call slowly, slid the phone into his pocket, and turned toward her.

Ved (gently): "The doctor says it's temporary, Innu. Just like last time, okay? You'll get your voice back."

She blinked — once, twice — then reached for the notepad on her side table.
Her shaky fingers wrote:

"Why again?"

Ved's throat tightened. He knelt beside her bed, holding her trembling hand.

Ved (quietly, painfully): "Because you keep everything inside... you smile when you're breaking."

Her eyes welled up, her silent tears cutting through the stillness. He brushed them away with his thumb, his voice a whisper of both care and helplessness.

Ved (softly): "You don't have to hide from me, sunshine."

She blinked again — and this time, a small sob escaped, silent but visible, her shoulders trembling.

Ved immediately pulled her into his arms.
Her face buried into his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

Ved (in a broken whisper): "Shh... I'm right here. I'll handle everything, okay? Just rest."

He held her tighter — as if trying to guard her from the world, from her own pain, from the ghosts that stole her voice twice now.

Outside, thunder rumbled faintly — like the heavens mourning her silence. ⚡

Ved exhaled and called the doctor again, his voice firm now.

Ved: "Prepare a private ward. She's not going back to that mansion until she's stable."

And as he hung up, his eyes softened again — gazing at her sleeping form.

Ved (murmuring): "You'll speak again, Innu... not because the doctor says so, but because I'll make sure no one ever breaks you again." 💔

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And If there is mistake I am sorry 😞