Manish turned his gaze towards Anant and Rahi, his eyes recognizing them both, and a smile brightened his lips. Rahi, filled with relief, moved closer and took a seat beside Manish, grateful for his recovery.
"Rahi, talk some sense into Anant. Can you believe he's saying no to marrying you?" Manish uttered with a weak and raspy voice. Rahi gently clasped Manish's hand, trying to offer comfort.
"Uncle, calm down. Your health comes first," Rahi whispered in a hushed tone.
"No, no. I can't let my buddy down. I won't be able to face Virat if this doesn't happen. Convince Anant that even if he's being stubborn, you're ready to tie the knot with him," Manish pleaded, his voice filled with hope. Unaware of Rahi's own reservations about the marriage, he looked at Anant expectantly.
Rahi, torn
