Mumbai — a city that never sleeps — was suddenly swallowed by darkness.

Out of nowhere, heavy rain began to pour. Thunder roared through the sky, lightning flashed violently, and fierce winds howled through the streets.

It was as if nature itself was warning that something terrible was about to happen.

The weather was frightening, almost apocalyptic.

Amid the storm, a convoy of 15–20 luxury cars raced down the road at full speed, cutting through the sheets of rain like a desperate procession. The roar of the engines echoed against the silence of the city.

Suddenly, all the cars screeched to a halt in front of a massive building.

The signboard on top read — “City Hospital.”

As soon as the cars stopped, the hospital staff rushed outside, carrying stretchers and medical kits.

From the third car, the door opened, and two men stepped out, carrying a little girl in their arms.

Their shirts were soaked in blood — not just rain — blood. It looked as if they had just returned from a battlefield.

They gently laid the girl on the stretcher, and without wasting a second, everyone rushed inside the hospital.

Behind them, the doors of the next two cars opened.

Out stepped Rohan Randhawa, Neha Randhawa, and Dr. Preeti Jindal, followed closely by Rohit Khanna, Ritu Khanna, and Priya Joshi.

All of them ran inside, panic and fear visible in their eyes.

Inside the emergency hall, chaos turned into grim silence.

The little girl — her head bleeding profusely — was immediately wheeled into the Operation Theatre (O.T.) by nurses and ward boys.

As soon as the doors shut, the red light above the O.T. flickered on.

The two men who had brought her in stood near the door.

One of the nurses handed scrubs and a mask to one of them — Dr. Raj Jindal — who quickly put them on and entered the O.T.

The other man was Karanveer Joshi, who stayed outside with the family, his eyes trembling with helplessness.

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Now, you must be wondering — what really happened at the Randhawa mansion?

We’ll get there soon.

But first, you should know this —

The man who slapped the little girl… was none other than her own father — Rohan Randhawa.

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Inside the O.T., tension filled the air.

The doctors had already been informed about the girl’s critical condition.

Every senior surgeon of the hospital was present. Blood was everywhere; the nurses were cleaning her wounds when suddenly, the door burst open and Dr. Raj Jindal stepped in.

He immediately looked at one of the senior doctors and asked sharply,

“What’s the situation, Sid?”

Dr. Sid replied gravely,

“Her condition is slipping out of control. The glass has pierced deep inside her skull, and she’s lost a dangerous amount of blood. If the bleeding continues, we might not be able to save her.”

Raj clenched his jaw. His voice hardened.

“No. Nothing will happen to her. We’re not giving up. We’ll do everything — every damn thing possible.”

He turned to a nurse beside him.

“Sister Noor, go! Arrange O-negative blood immediately. Hurry!”

His commanding tone made everyone move faster. Sister Noor ran out, her shoes splashing through the puddles of blood on the floor.

Raj looked back at the surgeons.

“We have to take the risk. We can’t keep the glass inside her brain any longer.”

He grabbed the glass forceps and surgical tweezers, his hands trembling but steady.

“Be careful,” he warned. “The glass shard is thin — one wrong move and it’ll go deeper.”

The senior doctors started the extraction while others monitored the heartbeat, oxygen levels, and blood pressure on the screen.

The rhythmic beep… beep… beep… filled the O.T. with haunting tension.

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Outside, as soon as Sister Noor came out, everyone stood up in fear.

Their faces were pale, their eyes restless.

Neha’s sobs echoed through the hall while Preeti held her tightly.

Rohan, on the other hand, stood completely still — his eyes blank, his expression unreadable.

It was impossible to tell if he was in shock… or if he simply didn’t care.

Sister Noor shouted,

“Whose blood group is O-negative among you?”

Everyone looked at Rohan.

She repeated urgently,

“If anyone has O-negative, please come with me — right now!”

Rohit Khanna stepped forward and shook Rohan’s shoulder.

“Rohan! Come on, move!” he said sharply.

Finally, Rohan blinked and followed the nurse silently toward the blood room.

Sister Noor called another nurse to assist her and rushed toward the blood bank.

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Twenty minutes later, Rohan returned, pale and silent after donating blood.

The nurse hurried inside with the blood bag.

Minutes passed. Then hours.

But there was still no news from inside.

No one knew what was happening.

No one dared to speak.

The silence outside grew heavier with every passing minute.

Inside, Krishna’s heartbeat was fluctuating dangerously. Her brain activity was slowing, and every monitor was screaming alarms.

Two hours passed.

Then five.

Still, no word.

Tears streamed down Neha’s face, while Preeti and Priya tried to console her.

Rohit stood quietly near the wall, fists clenched.

Even Karanveer — the calmest of them all — looked shaken.

No one spoke to Rohan.

No one dared.

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After six long, excruciating hours —

the red light above the O.T. finally turned off.

The door opened.

Everyone rushed forward as Dr. Raj Jindal stepped out, still wearing his blood-stained gloves and mask.

No one spoke — they all waited for him to say something.

Raj didn’t speak immediately.

He just stared straight at Rohan — his eyes filled with rage, disbelief, and something else… something broken.

That look made Rohan’s heart stop for a second.

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly.

And then… Raj finally spoke.

Whatever he said —

shattered everyone’s world.

Neha collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

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What did Raj say?

Did something terrible happen?

Why was he staring at Rohan like that?

All these questions… will be answered in the next chapter.

Until then… stay tuned.

The storm has only just begun.