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“They’ve taken him to the doctor. Many people are with him, so please relax. You’re not well, I’m here with you.”

“What will happen to me? I’m fine. Go and check on him. If anything happens to my Vicky, I don’t know what I’ll do. I need to see him now. Take me to him.”

“Please rest. Your health… ”

“I’m absolutely fine. I just want to see my Viku. Someone take me to him.”

Though Jhankar didn’t want to leave Sharda, the older woman’s pleading left her no choice. Jhankar was equally anxious about Vikrant but also terrified to see him in any worse state. She gently told Sharda,

“Alright. Everything is calm here. I’ll go check on Vikrant. Please don’t worry—he’ll be here soon. Just relax.”

Jhankar left the room and asked a maid,

“Where is he?”

“We took Vikrant Sir to the medical care room, but now he’s in the garden for something urgent. He’s forbidden anyone to follow him there.”

Jhankar glanced toward Sharda’s room and replied,

“Alright. You go inside. I’ll speak to Vikrant myself.”

“But Ma’am… Sir…”

“Sharda Maa is very upset. You handle things here. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She walked out to the garden, searching for Vikrant. The guards were sparse. Not seeing him immediately, she followed a faint noise and headed to the back of the garden. There he was—Vikrant, standing with his hands behind his back, staring at her. His body was covered in bandages. The sight made her heart sink, but she fought back her emotions and said,

“Sharda Maa has been asking for you since she woke up. I tried stopping her, but she’s inconsolable. And what are you doing out here while you’re hurt? You should be resting.”

“I wasn’t feeling well in the room. I just needed some fresh air. You go ahead; I’ll be there soon.”

“No, you come now. Sharda Maa is waiting. Please.”

Vikrant nodded. As Jhankar turned to leave, he pulled his hands forward and handed a blood-soaked knife to his guard. Wiping his hands clean, he began walking toward her. Jhankar wanted to look at him, but seeing him wrapped in bandages filled her with sorrow. She couldn’t bring herself to face him. As he came closer, Vikrant gently said,

“I’ll go see Maa. You go to our room and rest. You need it.”

Without waiting, he left. Jhankar turned to watch him go, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

PAST INCIDENT

Vikrant's face is buried in the pillow, and all the other men are surrounding him. The doctor is cleaning his wounds on his back. The other physician meticulously examines the freshly cleansed wounds before addressing him.

"It is a matter of great happiness that you have not gotten any deep wounds, but it will take at least a week for all these wounds to heal, so you have to take good care of yourself."

"Hmmm..."

"Sir, we have found out very well that all this was done by Michael, and he wanted to show your death as an accident so that no one points a finger at him in the upcoming meeting. He must have noticed you. That is why he parked the truck at the exact location from which he had to proceed. The unfortunate reality is that Ramesh died in this accident because he was seated in the front seat; he was also the most loyal bodyguard. I noticed him very well. He successfully avoided this truck twice, but on the third occasion, his judgment was likely impaired, leading to the accident."

Vikrant listens to the whole conversation very carefully and pays close attention to everything. He immediately tells Mahesh:

"Ramesh's family should not have any problems from now on. This is your responsibility. If any member of his family is capable of working, he should secure a good job elsewhere. And you will keep updating me on time about all these things. Now I find out that within half an hour, when Ramesh was driving, he answered his phone and said that he was leaving from Raja Circle. I have complete faith in Ramesh that he willnever cheat. However, the individual who attempted to obtain this information from Ramesh showed no interest or desire to learn about him. He wanted information about me. Get his phone details, and I should have all this information before my treatment is completed.”

“Yes, sir….”

"Akram…"

Upon hearing his name, Akram immediately approaches and sits on the ground beside Vikrant, who begins to speak extensively while the doctor listens attentively. Meanwhile, Vikrant is absorbing a wealth of information from the doctor, while the other doctor is meticulously dressing him.