Days passed, and Arjun lay in the bed, trapped in a drug-induced coma. The beeping machines and hushed conversations faded into the background, but one thought pierced the fog—Preethi.

Meanwhile, Ishita sat by his bedside, her heart heavy with worry. She watched him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Please, Arjun,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “I’m here for you. You need to wake up.”