Hospital Meting

At around 11 am, Parm's heart raced as he hurried home from the police station, eager to comfort his worried mother. Balbir intercepted him, concern etched on his face, "What happened? Is Karan alright?" Parm nodded, relief flooding him, "Yes, Karan's out of jail. He'll be transferred to the hospital for his first hearing." Balbir's brows furrowed with worry, "And my mother?" Parm's heart sank, knowing her anguish, "She's been asking for Karan since she woke up, crying all morning."

Rushing to their room, Parm found his wife already consoling his distraught mother. Gently, he informed her of Karan's situation, promising they would see him soon. "Let's go, Mom," Parm urged, "You can see Karan now." But his mother's eyes filled with fresh tears, "Where is he? Is he alright?" Parm's voice cracked, "He's in the hospital, Mom. But he's safe now, the police released him."

His mother's grief turned to anger as she lashed out at Parm, blaming him for their troubles. Despite the feeble punches, Parm enveloped her in a tight embrace, "Trust me, Mom. I'll get him out of this."

As they drove to the mental hospital, Parm's mind raced with worry and determination. His wife mentioned their son's return from school, and Parm reassured her they'd be back before then. Arriving at the hospital, Parm's mother's confusion and distress only intensified.Inside, Officer Kamal, Lawyer Charan, and guards awaited them. Parm requested Karan's room number from Charan and they made their way to the third floor. Officer Kamal's insistence on going in one at a time raised Parm's suspicions, but he trusted Charan's judgment.As Karan's grandmother entered the room, her steps were tentative, her heart heavy with concern. She approached Karan slowly, her eyes brimming with tears as she took in his appearance. Karan's eyes softened at the sight of her, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the turmoil within him.

"Grandma," Karan whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. His grandmother reached out, her trembling hands gently cupping his cheeks as if to reassure herself of his presence. "Oh, my dear boy," she murmured, her voice choked with tears, "Are you alright? What have they done to you?"

Karan shook his head slightly, trying to ease her worries, "I'm fine, Grandma. Really, I am." He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently as if to convey his strength. "I'm just glad to see you."

His grandmother's eyes searched his face, lingering on the bruises and cuts that marred his skin. "They hurt you," she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and fear. Karan nodded solemnly, "It's nothing, Grandma. I'll be okay."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him as if afraid to let go. "You're so brave, my dear boy," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Karan closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her embrace, the familiar scent of her washing over him like a balm. "I'm here, Grandma," he murmured, his voice barely audible, "I'll always be here."

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's embrace, finding solace in the midst of chaos. Eventually, Karan's grandmother pulled back, her eyes searching his face once more. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

Karan nodded solemnly, his eyes locking with hers, "I promise, Grandma. I'll do whatever it takes to get through this." His grandmother smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with love and pride. "That's my brave boy," she whispered, her voice filled with love.And then they talked about karan childhood but after sometime kamal interrupted and said times up granny

Reluctantly, she released him from her embrace, her gaze lingering on him as if trying to memorize every detail. "I'll be back tomorrow," she promised, her voice filled with determination. "We'll get through this together."

Karan nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude, "I'll be waiting, Grandma. I love you and please send uncle parm inside i wanna meet him too " With one last lingering look, his grandmother turned and left the room, her footsteps echoing in the silenceAs Parm entered the room, he found Karan sitting on the bed, his demeanor shifting from calm to aggressive in an instant. "How long?" Karan's voice was sharp, filled with frustration. Parm sighed, understanding the urgency in Karan's tone. "We need to play it smart, Karan," Parm replied calmly, trying to diffuse the tension. "We can't rush this.".Karan's eyes blazed with impatience, "But it could take years!" Parm nodded, his expression serious, "I know, but we have to be patient. We can't afford to make any mistakes." Karan's frustration boiled over, "I don't have years, Uncle amidst their conversation, Karan's frustration resurfaced, "Why are you still alive, Uncle?" he questioned, his voice laced with bitterness. "I mean, you were with my father aduring those 15 years of disappearance. You must have been in some kind of trouble together and made similar enemies and you guys meet mom during those years too. Why are you alive and my father and mother isn't?Parm's expression darkened, a shadow crossing his features. "Hold on, Karan," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I'll tell you everything when the time is right." But Karan's impatience got the better of him, "I don't have time, Uncle! I have a brain tumor. The doctors say I'll live up to 25, and I'm 19 now. I have six years at best."" Parm's heart clenched at Karan's revelation, his mind racing with worry. "When did you find out?" Parm asked, his voice tinged with concern. Karan's reply was blunt, "During a medical test at the police station. They said I have six years, at best." Parm felt a surge of panic, his thoughts racing as he tried to process the news. We'll figure this out, Karan," Parm said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll get you out of here , I promise." Don't get yourself in any trouble while i am gone leave everything on your Uncle.Karan's eyes softened, a hint of gratitude in his gaze. "Thank you and sorry I talked that way, Uncle," he murmured, his voice filled with relief. As Parm emerged from the room, a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, a testament to the intensity of the conversation within. Tension etched deep lines on his face, betraying the weight of the burden he carried. Every step seemed heavier than the last as he navigated the hallway, his mind consumed with thoughts of Karan's dire situation. Despite his outward composure, the turmoil within Parm was evident, a silent storm raging beneath his stoic facade.