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CHAPTER 3.

Arnav reached the hospital with his wife in his arms as the Doctor who came in with them called for ward boys to help take Khushi away. Luckily the Doctor had called ahead informing the Hospital authorities about Khushi's case and hence they were prepared for Khushi's arrival. The ward boys along with the nurses took Khushi directly towards Operation Theatre and Arnav followed them worriedly looking at his wife who looked small and pale on the stretcher. The Doctor had then briefed the surgeon handling Khushi's case and the surgeon walked with Khushi too. And then Arnav was stopped from following and his wife was taken into the OT. Arnav stumbled back as his eyes teared up. Khushi! I cannot loose you! You are my life!

In a daze, Arnav went and sat on the chairs nearby as the tears fell from his eyes. He wished there was someone nearby who could tell him that everything will be ok. But there was no one around. He thought of calling his Di briefly but canceled the plan. His Di would actually start crying and Arnav would have to console her. No! He had no strength to console anybody right now. He just wanted his wife to be ok and near him. He wanted to feel the kicks of his children against his hand. He wanted his wife waking up at midnight and complaining about unable to sleep because his kids were kicking her ribs. He wanted his wife to scold him for being overprotective. He wanted those cravings, those mood swings, those sweet moments back. He wanted everything back to normal. Oh God! If you are there, please keep them safe. Arnav thought as he sat there with tears running down his cheeks.

Just then his phone rang, Arnav took the call in a daze. He was shook out of his thoughts when Geet spoke from other side, "Hello Arnavji! Khushi mili kya?"

"Bhabhi!", Arnav whispered shakily and that was enough for Geet to understand that something was wrong. She had seen Arnav when Khushi had lost their babies. She had seen the pain, the hurt and the inane desire to break down and she had seen the worst Arnav Singh Raizada had to offer. She had seen all of it alongwith her husband. And right now the Arnav she heard sounded as if he was at the brink of insanity. Just one push and Arnav Singh Raizada would destroy himself. Only one person had the power to push ASR to his limit. Khushi! Something was wrong with Khushi.

"Arnavji! Khushi ko kya hua?", Geet mumbled in worry as her husband and her sleepy son crowded around her. Half hour ago, Geet had waited with bated breath for her husband and son to arrive and Arnav to call stating Khushi was ok. But when no call came even after Maan and Samar arrived, Geet decided to check up on Arnav.

"Bhabhi!", Arnav could only whisper as his face crumpled. The Doctor who had led him and Khushi to the Hospital brought the forms for Arnav to fill and saw Arnav's state. She realised that he was not in the state to fill the forms and also needed some support to handle next few hours. She gently took the phone from him and spoke into it, "Hello! Main Riddhima Gupta bol rahi hun! Sanjeevani Hospital ki Doctor! Aap kaun?"

Once Geet introduced herself and told the Doctor that she was Khushi's Bhabhi, Doctor explained that Khushi was taken into the ICU and needed operation. She also suggested that someone needed to be here to handle Arnav and also fill in the forms so that the post Operation procedure can be followed smoothly. Geet replied that she and her husband would come right away. The Doctor sighed and handed Arnav his phone back and sat beside to wait for Mr. and Mrs. Khurana to arrive.

Few minutes later, the Surgeon came out and Riddhima stood up. She turned to Arnav who still sat in shock on the chair nearby and shook him. He looked up and the moment he saw the surgeon, his face contorted into pain and anguish and he stood up with his heartbeat speeding up.

Surgeon spoke up, "Mr. Raizada! I am sorry to tell you that the situation is critical. Your wife needs ceasarian operation right away as without that she might survive and also as the placenta has started to tear, the children need to be delivered too! But the operation would be dangerous due to certain complications!"

Arnav stumbled back at the news while Riddhima looked at the Doctor with worry, feeling as if the surgeon had yet not finished delivering the bad news! And she was right.

"Mr Raizada! There is another thing!", the surgeon spoke and Arnav watched him with wide eyes.

"Mr Raizada! I won't mince my words! I will be blunt with you! Your wife was only seven months pregnant which means delivery would be premature. Premie babies don't have good chance of survival after the accident your wife had! The success rate of survival of both the babies and the mother is quite low! I thought I should warn you before the operation started!", saying this the surgeon walked away to the OT. Arnav fell onto his knees as he stared listlessly. He would loose them. He would loose all of them.

As Arnav sat on the floor sobbing a memory rose to the forefront of his mind. It was few days back and Arnav and Khushi were lying on their bed discussing children's names.

"Nahi nahi nahi! Humaare bachchon ka naam Gauri aur Lakshmi hogi agar ladkiyaan hui aur Shankar aur Krishna agar ladke hue toh!", a pregnant Khushi sat pouting in their marital bed.

Arnav raised an eyebrow, "Bachche paida kar rahi ho ya mandir ki moorti select kar rahi ho! Yeh Gauri ma! Yeh Krishna Bhagwan!"

"Arnavji!", Khushi whined.

"Forget it Khushi! Mere bachchon ke naam cool honge, stylish honge! Tanya, Kayla, Raj, Rahul! How's that?", Arnav suggested.

Khushi made a face, "Tanya tak toh theek hai par Kayla, yeh naam toh Hindustani bhi nahi! Aur Raj aur Rahul toh filmy naam hai! I want something good and respectful! Sanskari bachchon ke sanskari naam!"

"Sanskari? Anjali is sanskari. Khushi is sanskari! Hell, even Arnav sounds a name for cultured fellow! But giving God's name is where I draw the line!", Arnav growled.

"Nahi! Humaare choices perfect hain! Aur hum bachchon ko yahi naam denge!", Khushi huffed and would have stomped her foot if she had been standing.

"What the! No way! Forget it!", Arnav growled.

And both started to fight. The fight stopped only after Anjali stormed in and warned them that they were being bad influence on their unborn kids and stress like this was bad for the children. But the topic was never resolved and the kids were still without any names.

As Arnav came out of the memory, all he could think was there was a good chance he won't even see his family alive again. And to think they were fighting over something so irrelevant few days back. Arnav swore he will allow Khushi to choose any name for their children if she pulled through. And if his children survived he would give in to Khushi's nagging and take her to Vaishnav Devi, something she has been wishing to visit since their wedding. Yes! I will give you the moon and the stars if you and our babies pull through. Please Khushi! Please survive! Babies! Please don't leave me! Arnav begged as he sat on the floor and cried.

And it was in this position Maan and Geet found.

"Arnav!"
"Arnavji!"

Their voice came and Arnav looked up. Seeing them Arnav felt some hope. He got up and lunged forward at Maan. He hugged him tightly. Maan was his mentor and the person who financed his dream of Fashion House and Arnav never forgot that. He was sure Maan will make everything right. He had to!

As Arnav sobbed on Maan's shoulder, Maan blinked back his own tears. He could not tear up. He had to remain strong for Khushi and Arnav. They needed him and he will stand by them like a pillar. Geet, seeing that Maan was handling Arnav, walked over to the Doctor lingering by and asked her the status of Khushi and the kids. When she came to know that all three of them had the chance of loosing their lives, she turned towards Maan with horrifying expression on her face. Maan closed his eyes as Geet's face told him the whole story.

As Arnav sobbed on Maan's shoulder, he felt something tug his pant. He pulled away and look down and there stood little Samar. Arnav bent down and Samar gave him a soft smile, "Please don't cry, Phoophoo! Sab theek hojaayega!" After saying this, he wiped Arnav's eyes and Arnav, touched by the young boy's words, hugged him tightly.

Three hours passed but there was no news from the operation theatre. Samar fell asleep while Maan and Geet sat by Arnav and comforted him by their presence. And then the surgeon came out, his expression grave, "Mr Raizada. I have some news for you..."

Khushi woke up in a daze and looked around. Her throat was dry and she wanted water. As she looked around, she realised she was in hospital. Her eyes roamed around and she smiled softly as she noticed her husband sitting by her bed in a chair, half asleep. She took in the hue of the outside light cast over the room and realised the sun was rising up. As she noticed all this, she frowned. But why am I in the hospital? She wondered. Then her eyes fell on the patient chart nearby. Realising unless she woke up her husband, she will find all the answers in the chart, she tried to grab the chart. But to grab that, she needed to lean forward a bit. She tried to push herself into a sitting position so that she could grab the chart when her eyes saw it. Her stomach! It was flat! Devi Maiyya! She looked at her stomach horrified. Her stomach was flat! That meant her children... no! No! NO!

Arnav sat up with a jerk. For a second he was confused as he took in the unknown surroundings. Where am I? And then it clicked. He was in the hospital. Khushi had been operated on yesterday. Khushi! That's what woke him up! She was crying. Arnav scrambled towards the bed where his wife sat crying.

"Khushi! Khushi!", Arnav shook her shoulders, alarmed by her loud crying.

"Humne un dono ko kho diya!", Khushi mumbled still sobbing, "Humne humaare bachchon ko kho diya! Humaari ek zidd ne humaare bachchon ko maar diya!"

"WHAT!", Arnav roared, "What rubbish are you talking Khushi? Humaare bachche theek hain!"

When Khushi did not react to his words, Arnav shook her roughly, "Khushi! Humaare dono bachche bach gaye!"

Finally it clicked to Khushi what Arnav was saying. She looked up at him in shock. Arnav wiped her eyes all the while smiling widely, "Ek ladka hai aur ek ladki hai! Aur dono bachche theek hain!"

Khushi's face took on the look of wonder as she tried to digest her husband's words. As she looked around in excitement, she frowned, "Lekin humaare bachche kahaan hai? Theek hain toh yahaan hone chaahiye na? Toh kyun yahaan nahi hai? Arnavji! Humaare bachche kahaan hai?"

Arnav chuckled, "Arre pagli! Dono bachche premature the isliye Neonatal Care Unit mein hai! Dono thode underweight hai toh wahaan undono pe 24 hours nazar rakhi jaayegi! Kuch dinon mein hum unhein ghar le jaa sakte hain! Abhi toh unhein wahin rakha jaayega! Lekin hum unhein dekhne jaa sakte hain!"

"Achcha! Toh theek hai! Humein abhi unse milaane le chaliye!", Khushi spoke excitedly and tried to sit up. Arnav pushed her back though, "Nahi Khushi! Abhi nahi! Operation mein tumhaara bahut blood loss hua hai! Right now you are so weak that Doctor has banned you from moving. Plus, abhi tum uth chuki ho toh Doctor tumhein check bhi karna chaahenge! So you relax and let the Doctor check up and then I will take you to the babies in a wheel chair ok?"

Khushi deflated at his words but nodded and lied down. Soon Arnav called for Doctor and Khushi got herself checked up. Arnav stepped out of the room and grinned at Maan. Late in the evening, after the operation, Khushi was shifted to recovery room while the premie babies were taken to NICU. Around that time, Maan sent Geet and Samar home with promise to call them once Khushi gained consciousness or babies were allowed visitors, whichever came first. Maan remained behind though and was immense support to Arnav who waited by his wife's side. The Raizadas had been called and informed of the situation and they were supposed to come and visit once they were informed of Khushi's awakening.

"You alright? How is she?", Maan asked and Arnav chuckled, "Excited to see the babies! Pata nahi Doctor use kab tak rok paayega!" Maan chuckled too and soon both lapsed into silence.

"Annie ne Khushi ko dhakka diya!", Arnav muttered out of blue and Maan surged forward in shock. Till now neither Maan nor Arnav spoke about what happened to Khushi. There was no right time for it. But now that Khushi and the babies were out of danger, Arnav could not resist from letting the truth out. After all, with Annie out, he would need all help he could get to save his new family. Once his family got shifted home, he would warn the family and tighten the security.

"Now all makes sense!", Maan muttered and Arnav looked at him curiously.

"It was two pronged attack Arnav! And I am sure, those two are working together!", Maan explained.

"Those two? One is Annie! Who is other? And what do you mean by two pronged attack? Aur kisko attack kiya gaya?"

Maan turned to look at him and Arnav felt his breath caught at the somberness in Maan's eyes.

"Samar was kidnapped yesterday!", Maan spoke and Arnav felt his world turn upside down. Samar, the baby who consoled him when his wife had her miscarriage, the same boy who he had claimed as his best buddy, the same little boy who kissed Khushi's pregnant belly and wished it luck everytime he met Khushi, that child was kidnapped? But how? Arnav blurted the question out and Maan explained the whole situation.

"But who did this? Even our competitors are not this foolish! They may plan to kill us but our wives and kids are off limits. They know we have the power to destroy them. And which one of those idiots managed to find Annie and plot with her?", Arnav was confused.

"Poore duniya mein ek hi toh insaan hai jo Annie ke saath milke hum chaaron ki barbaadi plan karega!", Maan whispered and Arnav blanched.

"No! Not him!", Arnav mumbled and when Maan nodded, Arnav closed his eyes and shook his head, "And I thought we put that horror behind us!"

Maan chuckled humorlessly, "He is back. Geet ne confirm kiya. Samar ke kidnap hote hi usne Geet ko call kiya aur use taunt kiya. Aur jab main Samar ko bachaane gaya toh Samar ne confirm kiya ki jo ek insaan bach gaya woh wahi tha jisne Geet ko phone kiya tha. Geet poori hill chuki hai iss haadse se. I have already put security detail on her and Samar. Geet has pulled Samar from school and is going to keep him home till the matter is sorted out. And now that Khushi is ok, I have called the Commissioner so that you can give statement. We need those two caught right away. Now its not just the girls we have to worry about. Three children's lives are stake!"

Arnav nodded, "I will inform the family when they come to visit the babies. We have to be very vigilant from now on!"

Maan nodded and was about to speak when his phone rang. It was Geet who reminded him to buy fruits for the new mother and also the starving-since-yesterday new Dad and new Uncle. Maan chuckled and accepted her order. Geet informed him that she would arrive with Samar during the lunch time. By then the Doctor left Khushi's room and Arnav went inside. Maan followed him and smiled to see Khushi being put into a wheelchair. Khushi explained that she was being taken to see her babies. The excitement on her face banished all the tension from Maan and Arnav's faces and both grinned eagerly. Maan excused himself to get the fruits while Arnav walked with Khushi. Both would be taken to NICU where they were to wash their hands, wear scrubs and masks and then enter the premie section to see their babies.

Maan walked out to buy the fruits. As he stepped out of the hospital, he looked around for a fruit stall. There it was! It was on the other side of the road. Maan crossed the road and reached the stall. He looked around and smiled. Most of the fruits were available in one stall itself. No need to go searching ahead! Phew! Maan eagerly chose a variety of fruits and soon had them purchased.

As Maan turned around to walk back to the Hospital, a man sitting in a truck smiled. He had been ordered to kill the man who was just buying fruits. The man in the truck had been following the fruits buying man since yesterday trying to find one chance to kill him. And now he had the chance. And the best part was he could even make it look like an accident. He put the gear on the highest and pressed the accelerator. His target did not even know he was about to be killed.

The man put his truck on full speed suddenly and hit the target. The target flew into the air, such was the speed of the truck, and landed on a nearby pavement. But the truck driver did not care. His work was done. His target was no more. After all, who can survive after being thrown up so high and then hitting the pavement! He flipped his phone on and called his boss, "Hello Dev Bhaiyya! Kaam hogaya! Maan Singh Khurana ab iss duniya mein nahi hai! Woh marr gaya!"

Disclaimer: I know nothing about medical procedures! All my knowledge about hospital and operations came from Season 4 Premiere Episode of the show Castle and also from the new show Code Black. So forgive me for any mistakes!

And about Riddhima Gupta, that was a last minute idea. I just could not resist from adding her name when I wondered what name I should give to the Doctor and the Hospital when she would introduce herself to Geet.

Thank you, take care and have fun,

Kalpana