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Finally, the doctor came out of the operation theatre and Myra ran to him. "Doctor, how is he?" She asked. "He is fine now. The operation was successful," the doctor said, and we sighed in relief. "Can I meet him?" Myra asked impatiently. "First, let us move him to the private ward," the doctor said as he walked away. "Now stop crying, Baccha, everything is fine." Mom wiped her tears and hugged her. "Thank you aunty," she mumbled as she broke the hug. Mom smiled and patted her head. Myra's pov... Mom got her consciousness back and I ran to her room with Rishabh, while Dad still hadn't gotten his consciousness back, so we couldn't meet him. "Mom!" I mumbled and hugged her. "Ssshh doll, I am fine" she said, softly caressing my back as I was crying in her arms... "You scared the s**