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Running down the hall, Dhruv shouted out orders to the doctors and nurses in the hospital. He wanted Alya admitted, and he wanted it now. This is when being a huge business tycoon and well known came in handy. As the doctors and nurses took Alya into the ICU, Dhruv turned to where Chachi and Nandini were standing in tears. Dhruv gathered Nandini in his arms, and let her cry into his arms.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. Alya will be fine," Dhruv said, but he didn't sound as sure as he would have liked to sound.

"But...Alya...how...how could this..." Nandini struggled to speak through her sobs. Dhruv continued to try and calm her down, while he himself was struggling to keep himself together. Suddenly the doctor came back out, and Dhruv and Nandini immediately approached him.

"How is she?" Nandini asked.

"I hate to say this, but she's not doing well. She's lost a lot of blood, so we're trying the best to save her. However, we may need to perform surgery. That will cost a lot of money, if we want to be able to get the blood in time," the doctor told them.

"I'll pay any amount, just get the blood here," Dhruv said. The doctor nodded, and told him the price. They all looked at him in shock, but Dhruv broke out of his revere. "We'll get the money. Just get the blood." The doctor nodded and headed back in.

"But...Dhruv...so much money? You may be well-off, but where will you get that much money?" Nandini asked.

"Armaan bhai. He'll help me, I'll pay him back one way or the other," Dhruv said.

"You mean Manik's brother? Why would he help us?" Nandini asked confused.

"Trust me he will," Dhruv reassured her. He took out his phone, and within minutes his conversation was done. "He'll be here in ten minutes." Nandini nodded, but still didn't feel completely reassured. As they sat there with bated breaths, the clock ticked on. No less than 10 minutes later, they heard footsteps coming their way. Dhruv shot up and rushed over to the man standing tall and proud amongst the rest. Nandini's jaw dropped. This was no Armaan Bhai', no this was THE ARMAAN MALIK, CEO of Malik Industries, and well known upcoming politician.

"Armaan bhai, thank god you're here. You know I would never ask you for money unless I really needed it," Dhruv rambled on.

"Nonsense Dhruv, you're family. I'll do anything for family," Armaan said. "Now tell me everything."

"My girlfriend, Alya, was a part of a hit and run. She's lost a lot of blood, and they have charged a large amount for getting the blood. I need money, bhai. I love her, and I can't lose her," Dhruv practically begged Armaan.

"And who is this?" Armaan asked, looking at the shy, tear-stained Nandini behind Dhruv.

"This is Nandini, she is Alya's sister. She'll die without Alya, as will I. I'm willing to do anything, bhai," Dhruv said.

"And you...are you willing to do anything for your sister?" Armaan asked. They both looked at him, confused and worried at the same time.

"What type of question is that? Alya isn't just my sister, she's my other half. I'd give my life for her," Nandini said, indignantly.

"Good, because I have a proposition for you," Armaan said, and at their curious looks, he continued, "I'll give you the money, but...you have to become Manik's personal assistant." They both looked at him with absolute shock. Nandini...become Manik's assistant.

"Bhai...what are you talking about?" Dhruv asked, in total shock.

"I want you, Nandini, to become Manik's assistant. You will do what he says, when he says, and you will be the one to change him for the better. Say yes, and the money is yours," Armaan said. Dhruv turned to Nandini, and was disturbed to see her considering the offer.

"You cannot actually be considering saying yes Nandu. Manik isn't just mean, he's a monster. I love the guy, but I don't want you to get hurt," Dhruv said.

"She's my sister Dhruv, if I don't have her, I have nothing. I'll do it. Not for you, or Manik, but for Alya," Nandini said. "I, Nandini Gupta, will become Manik Malhotra's personal assistant, in return for the money for Alya's blood transfusion."

"We have ourselves a deal, Ms. Gupta," Armaan said, sticking out his hand.

"That we do, Mr. Malik," Nandini said, shaking his hand. Little did she know exactly what she was signing up for.