mysterious revenge: An Impossible love story

Chapter 11: Racing against time



Ayan's voice was laced with anguish as he cried out, "No, Roshni! How could you do this?" 😭 His eyes were wide with shock and horror as he stared at Roshni's limp form, his mind reeling with the consequences of her actions 🀯.

Just then, Vivan arrived with his men, and a fierce battle ensued between them and Rocky's goons 🀯. The sound of punches and kicks filled the air, and Ayan's eyes flashed with anger as he watched Rocky's men being taken down πŸ’ͺ.

Vivan rushed to Ayan's side, concern etched on his face πŸ€”. "Ayan, are you okay?" he asked, but Ayan was beyond consolation πŸ™…β€β™‚οΈ.

Roshni's actions had left him shattered, his mind reeling with shock and grief πŸŒͺ️. He felt as if his world had come crashing down around him, leaving him broken and battered πŸ’”.

"How could you do this, Roshni?" Ayan cried out, his voice cracking with emotion 😭. He felt as if he was losing his grip on reality, his mind consumed by a madness of grief and despair 🀯.

Vivan's voice cut through Ayan's haze of despair, "We need to get her to the hospital, now!" πŸ₯ He had already called for an ambulance, and it arrived promptly πŸš‘.

Ayan cradled Roshni's limp form in his arms, his heart heavy with grief and worry πŸ’”. He rushed into the ambulance, Vivan close behind πŸš‘.

As they sped through the streets, Ayan's mind was a jumble of emotions, his heart racing with fear and anxiety πŸƒβ€β™‚οΈ. He felt as if he was living a nightmare, one from which he couldn't awaken 😱.

Finally, they arrived at the "Alone Hospital", and Ayan leapt out of the ambulance, Roshni still clutched in his arms πŸ₯. He rushed through the hospital doors, his heart pounding with fear and desperation πŸ’”.

Ayan's arms enveloped Roshni's fragile form, cradling her as if she were a delicate flower 🌹. He sprinted towards the ambulance, his heart racing with every step πŸƒβ€β™‚οΈ.

As they arrived at the "Alone Hospital", Ayan leapt out of the ambulance, Roshni still clutched in his arms πŸ₯. He burst through the hospital doors, his voice echoing through the corridors πŸ—£οΈ.

"Doctor... doctor! Where is he?" Ayan's desperate cry was met with a calm response from a nurse πŸ‘©β€βš•οΈ. "Please, sir, put her on the stretcher. The doctor is at lunch, but I'll inform her as soon as she returns."

But Ayan's patience was wearing thin πŸ•°οΈ. He bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Get the doctor now! Tell her Ayan-ob_Roy is here!" The nurse's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly sprang into action, calling for the doctor πŸ“ž.

Ayan gently laid Roshni on the stretcher, his eyes never leaving her pale face πŸ‘€. Just then, the doctor rushed in, her face set in a determined expression πŸ‘©β€βš•οΈ.

She quickly examined Roshni before rushing her into the ICU πŸ₯. Ayan was left standing outside, his heart heavy with worry and fear πŸ’”.

As he waited anxiously, the doctor emerged from the ICU, a somber expression on her face πŸ€”. Ayan pounced on her, his voice trembling with fear πŸ—£οΈ.

"What happened? How is Roshni?" he demanded, his eyes pleading for answers πŸ‘€.

The doctor's response was not what Ayan had expected 😱. "Are you crazy?" he asked, his voice laced with shock and concern 🀯.

The doctor's eyes locked onto Ayan's, a hint of apology in her expression πŸ€”. "Roshni is my regular patient," she began, her voice low and measured πŸ’Š. "She had explicitly forbidden me from disclosing her condition to anyone. But now, I have no choice but to reveal the truth." 🀐

Ayan's eyes pleaded for answers, his mind racing with fear and anxiety 🀯. "Tell me, doctor," he urged, his voice trembling with emotion πŸ—£οΈ.

The doctor took a deep breath before delivering the devastating news πŸ’”. "Roshni suffers from hemophilia, a rare blood disorder that makes even the slightest injury life-threatening." πŸ€•

Ayan's eyes widened in horror as the doctor continued, "And this...this is no minor injury. The wound is severe, and Roshni's chances of survival are slim." πŸŒͺ️

Tears pricked at the corners of Ayan's eyes as he envisioned Roshni's fragile form, her determination to save him despite her own mortal danger πŸ’”. He recalled the countless times she had carefully avoided even the slightest risk of injury, her vigilance a testament to her bravery πŸ’ͺ.

"Why didn't she tell me?" Ayan's voice cracked with emotion, his heart heavy with grief and regret πŸ€•.

The doctor's expression softened, her eyes filled with compassion πŸ€—. "She didn't want to burden you, Ayan. But now, we must act quickly to save her." ⏱️

Ayan's eyes locked onto the doctor's, a fierce determination burning within him πŸ”₯. "Save her, doctor. You have to save her." πŸ™

The doctor nodded, her face set in a resolute expression πŸ‘©β€βš•οΈ. "I'll do everything I can, Ayan. But we need to operate, and even then, Roshni's chances of survival are only 1%." 🀯

Ayan's world came crashing down around him, his heart shattered into a million pieces πŸ’”. But he refused to give up, his love for Roshni burning brighter than ever πŸ”₯.

"Please, doctor," he begged, his voice trembling with emotion πŸ—£οΈ. "Save her. I'll do anything." πŸ™

The doctor said "We need her family's signature for the surgery,"

Ayan's face twisted in anguish, his mind racing with the impossibility of contacting Roshni's family in the UK πŸ“ž. "They're in the UK, doctor," he explained, desperation creeping into his voice πŸ—£οΈ. "They can't possibly arrive in time." πŸ•°οΈ

The doctor's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with understanding πŸ€—. "I know, Ayan. But we have to try. Please, sign the papers. We'll do everything we can to save Roshni." πŸ™

Ayan's eyes locked onto the doctor's, a fierce determination burning within him πŸ”₯. "I'll sign," he said, his voice firm and resolute πŸ’ͺ. "I'm her fiancΓ©." πŸ™

The doctor say "Okay Very well, Ayan. Let's get started." ⏱️


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