The hospital room is quiet, except for the soft beeping of machines. Y/N slowly opens her eyes, her vision blurry at first. A sharp pain shoots through her chest, making her flinch slightly. Her lips part in a weak gasp as the memories of the gunshot flash in her mind

As her sight clears, her gaze falls on the two men sitting on either side of her hospital bed. On her right, her father, Veer Shekhawat, his usually strong face now soft, his eyes red with unshed tears. On her left, the man she loves with all her heart.....Tahir his face pale, his eyes heavy with worry and relief