The night had stretched endlessly in the sterile silence of the hospital. Machines beeped in rhythm with Manvi’s fragile breaths, her face pale against the white sheets. Abhiya had quietly taken her place beside Samarth, trying to anchor him in calmness while Armaan sat apart, restless, his eyes fixed on the still figure of the woman he loved. Sleep refused to touch him; every small sound in the room made his heart jolt in fear.