It had been a grueling week since Haseena and her team were hospitalized, their bodies battered and bruised from the devastating incident. Pushpa and Bilu had finally regained consciousness, but their recovery was slow and arduous. 

The hospital room was filled with the beeping of machines and the antiseptic smell of disinfectant, a constant reminder of their fragile state. Karishma, still reeling from the news of her miscarriage, found solace in Amar's unwavering presence. 

He stood by her side, offering words of comfort and reassurance, his eyes filled with empathy. The loss of their unborn child weighed heavily on Karishma's heart, and Amar's support was her anchor in the storm. Haseena and Cheetah, however, remained unresponsive, their bodies fighting to recover from the severe injuries.

 The doctor's words offered a glimmer of hope: "They'll recover soon." But the uncertainty was palpable, and the team's morale hung in the balance. The hospital corridors echoed with the quiet murmurs of concern and worry. 

Friends and family streamed in and out, offering prayers and well-wishes. The medical team worked tirelessly, monitoring vital signs and administering treatment. 

 As Pushpa and Bilu struggled to regain strength, their thoughts turned to Haseena and Cheetah. Would they pull through? Would they ever be the same? The questions swirled, unanswered, as the team held vigil, waiting for the day when their leaders would awaken and lead them once more.  

.......

Santosh stood beside Cheetah's hospital bed, her eyes welling up with tears as she gazed at his fragile form. The beeping of the machines and the sterile hospital air seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the man she loved

. "Cheetah..." Santosh whispered, her voice trembling. She reached out, hesitantly, and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. Tears streamed down Santosh's face as memories flooded her mind: their laughter, their adventures, their quiet moments together. 

She recalled the way Cheetah's eyes sparkled when he smiled, the way his voice sounded when he said "I love you." Santosh's body shook with sobs, her grief and fear pouring out in waves. She felt helpless, unable to do anything but watch as Cheetah lay motionless.

 "Uthnaaa Cheetehhh?" Santosh cried out, her voice cracking. "Tu toh kitna strong hai naa, lekin mein nhi hun main tujhe aese nhi dekh sakti. Tu kyun nhi uth rhaa?" She collapsed into the chair beside the bed, burying her face in her hands. 

The hospital room seemed to spin around her, and for a moment, Santosh felt like she was drowning. As she wept, Santosh's mind replayed their last conversation, their last kiss, their last moment together. She remembered the way Cheetah's hand fit perfectly in hers, the way their hearts beat in sync.

 "Cheetah, please come back to me," Santosh begged, her voice barely audible. "I need you. I can't do this without you." Santosh's eyes locked onto Cheetah's face, searching for any sign of life, any glimmer of hope. 

"Tujhe shaadi karni hai naa mein karungi tujhse shaadi ek baar tu utha ja bass, fir papa ko mana lungi mein fir dhumdhaam se shaadi karenge hum." 

Anubhav's gentle hand on Santosh's shoulder offered a semblance of comfort as she crumbled beside Cheetah's hospital bed. "Santosh, Cheetah jaldi theek ho jayegaa," Anubhav whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

 "Sach mein anu bhaiyaa." Santosh's eyes, brimming with tears, met Anubhav's empathetic gaze. She felt a lump form in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, her calling him bhaiya made him emotional. "Haan behna pakka."

"Cheetah will pull through," Anubhav murmured, his words a soothing balm to Santosh's frayed nerves. "He's strong, Santosh. He'll fight." As Anubhav spoke, Santosh's grip on Cheetah's hand tightened. She felt a faint squeeze in response, and her heart skipped a beat. "Cheetah?" Santosh's voice trembled with hope.

''''''''''

Karishma's voice barely above a whisper, she asked Amar, her husband, "Amar humme maddam sir se milna hai? I need to talk to her." Amar's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure, Karishma? You're still recovering." 

 Karishma's eyes pleaded. "Please, Amar. I need her strength. I need to know she's okay." Amar nodded and helped Karishma out of bed, supporting her fragile frame. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. As they made their way to Haseena's room, Karishma's thoughts swirled.

 The news of her miscarriage still felt like a fresh wound. santosh, sitting beside Haseena's bed, looked up as they entered. "Karishma maddam!" she exclaimed, rushing to help Amar. Karishma's gaze locked onto Haseena's peaceful face, a mix of emotions swirling within. "Maddam sir," Karishma whispered, her voice trembling. 

"arey maddam sir aap kahe soi hui hai! uthiye aur humme baitaiye aapka tarjurba kaa kehta hai!" karishma said not able to see her maddam sir like this. "Humme apna bhaukaal dikhane se rokiye maddam sir!"

But Haseena remained still, unconscious. Karishma's tears flowed freely as she grasped Haseena's hand. "Maddam sir, please wake up. I need you." Amar wrapped his arms around Karishma, offering comfort. Santosh, sitting beside Haseena's bed, stood up. "Karishma, Maddam sir will be fine. She just needs time."

 Karishma's eyes pleaded. "But when will she wake up? I need her guidance." Santosh's expression softened. "We'll take care of her, Karishma. Don't worry." Suddenly, the monitoring machines beeped, indicating a change in Haseena's vital signs. "Karishma, look!" Amar exclaimed. Haseena's eyelids flickered.