As soon as Lakshu hears Rishab's voice, he rushes toward his room. The moment he opens the door, a strange smell hits his nose. Seeing Rishab's condition and the state of the room, Lakshu understands without a word what must have happened.
Lakshu: "Shit!! I knew something like this would happen."
In the next scene, we see Lakshu at the doctor's clinic.
The doctor slowly removes his glasses.
Doctor: "Mr. Lakshu, we feel both sad, a little happy, and also somewhat surprised to say this… so tell me, which news would you like to hear first—the good one or the bad one?"
Lakshu: "Uh… tell me the bad news first, so I can calm myself a bit after hearing the good one."
Doctor: "The bad news is that your brother's accident was so severe that if it had been anyone else in his condition, they would have died on the spot… but…"
Doctor: "Your brother has survived… but the condition he's in—it doesn't look like he'll ever fully recover."
Lakshu: "Ahh… and what's the good news, doctor?"
Doctor: "The good news is that the speed at which he's recovering is very unusual. It feels like he might fully recover within a month—and it's only been two days since he was admitted to the hospital."
Lakshu: "That's really good news… but… there wasn't anything bad in what you just said, so what exactly is wrong?"
Doctor: "As I mentioned earlier…"
Lakshu: "Wait… could this be some kind of mutation? Is that why he's recovering so fast?"
Doctor: "We're not sure about that yet. But if you want, we can run some tests on your brother. It won't harm him, and it may help us understand what exactly is in his body that's causing such rapid recovery."
Lakshu: "Can you explain what exactly you're trying to say? I didn't quite understand… huh!"
Doctor: "What I mean is—"
Lakshu: "Wait, doctor… I've made my decision."
Doctor: "But you just said you didn't understand what I meant…"
Lakshu smiles faintly and says, "I didn't… but I understand enough now."
Lakshu: "I want you to keep this a secret… don't tell anyone that my brother is someone who recovers at such an abnormal speed."
The doctor falls silent for a moment, then smiles gently and says,
Doctor: "Of course… I won't tell anyone that your brother recovers this… quickly." (He says this with a calm, reassuring smile.)
Lakshu: "I'm glad to hear that… that you understand a brother's love."
Seen change
Rishab (in mind):
But that's not the real issue. The real problem is this pain… it's been unbearable since last night. It's gotten so bad that I can't even use the bathroom properly. I've never felt pain like this before. Even the smallest spots hurt ten times more than my old injuries. I've already fainted once in this hospital, and even after that, I've barely managed to stay conscious several times. I need to get back to my place quickly… I should ask someone here for help—before I lose consciousness again…
Lakshu: "i am here my brother How are you feeling, brother? I've already spoken to the doctor—your injuries aren't too severe, so you should recover within a month."
He gave you some medicines too…
These medicines will help you recover faster, help you heal… so you can get better soon.
Rishab: "Umm… ahh… yeah… I'm glad to hear that, bhai… but right now, I really need to rest. I'm not feeling well at all…"
Lakshu: "Huh… alright, okay. Come with me, I'll take you to your room… you can rest properly there. I'll go and take care of the bills, and I'll inform the school about what happened to you."
"Don't worry about anything… come on, I'll help you to your room."
Rishab: "Aaahhh… a-ahhhaaa…!"
Thud…
Silence.
Lakshu: "..."
"Rishab?! What happened to you?! Someone call a doctor—quick!!"
Scene changes…
Lakshu : haww...
Lakshu (in his mind):
This… this is exhausting. Every passing moment feels heavier than the last.
For the past few days, his condition hasn't improved at all. No matter what they do, no matter what the doctors say… it feels like nothing is changing. Like he's slowly slipping away, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
I have to do something.
If this continues, he won't be able to bear it any longer. The pain… it's already breaking him. If it goes on like this, he'll lose himself completely.
The doctor said it clearly—his body can't handle this level of pain. That's why he keeps losing consciousness again and again.
Lakshu clenched his fists, his thoughts spiraling.
"In the end… what can I even do?"
There has to be something… something to ease his pain.
But what…?
Mobile phone rang… again and again, breaking the silence.
Lakshu frowned, glancing at the screen.
"Hmm… who's calling me now…?"
He picked up the call.
"Hello… who is this?"
A voice came from the other side, low and teasing.
"Hello… guess who I am… hehehe…"
Lakshu's expression darkened instantly.
"Don't mess with my head. Just tell me who you are."
The man chuckled softly.
"What's wrong, dog? Still eating chocolate stuffed with cucumber, or did you finally stop?"
Lakshu's grip on the phone tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.
There was something unsettling about that voice… something he couldn't quite place.
Lakshu: "Huh?!... Are you crazy or what?"
He paused for a second, then suddenly something clicked in his mind.
Wait... only Raaj and Rishab knew about that...
A small smirk appeared on his face.
"Oye, Raaj! You idiot... where did you even get my number from?"
He let out a short laugh.
"And what are you saying, huh? You used to eat that stuff with me too, don't act smart now."
Lakshu shook his head, the irritation fading into a familiar, playful tone.
It had been a while... but that annoying voice was hard to forget.
Raaj: "Stop talking nonsense. I only ate that stuff because of you. My taste isn't that bad, okay?"
Lakshu: "Yeah, right… liar. You used to eat even more of those weird things than me, you idiot."
Before Raaj could reply, a faint, broken voice echoed from behind.
Rishab: "Uhh… ahh… w-what… is… h-happening…?"
Lakshu froze.
The phone slipped slightly in his hand as he turned around.
Rishab was struggling, his body trembling, his voice barely forming words. The pain on his face was impossible to ignore.
"Rishab…!"
Lakshu's expression changed instantly. The teasing tone vanished, replaced by pure fear and concern.
He rushed toward him without a second thought, his heart pounding.
"Hey… hey, I'm here… you're okay… just hold on…"
His voice shook as he tried to support him, helplessness creeping into every word.
For a moment, nothing else mattered—not the call, not anything.
Only his brother.
Raaj (over the phone): "Oi, what happened? Why did you suddenly go quiet? Hello? Hello?"
Lakshu snapped back to reality, tightening his grip on the phone as he tried to steady his voice.
Lakshu: "No… it's nothing… I'm at the hospital right now."
There was a brief silence on the other end.
Raaj: "What? Why are you at the hospital? What happened, bhai? Are you going to tell me or not?"
Lakshu glanced at Rishab, who was still struggling, his condition clearly worsening.
His throat felt dry, words getting stuck as worry filled his chest.
Something was very wrong… and he could no longer hide it.
Lakshu telling raajh everything what happened to his brother
Raaj: "If your brother's accident was that serious, how is he supposed to recover in just one month?"
Lakshu hesitated for a moment, his eyes still fixed on Rishab.
Lakshu: "I don't know… but that's what the doctors said. And… it's a good thing too. At least he didn't suffer any major injuries in the accident."
A brief pause followed.
Raaj: "Oh… I see. Still… it doesn't feel good hearing that. But yeah, it's a relief that your brother will recover within a month."
Lakshu leaned against the wall, his grip on the phone loosening slightly.
The tension eased for a moment as the conversation drifted…
They began talking about old times—random memories, stupid habits, and things they used to laugh about. For a short while, it felt normal again… like nothing had changed.
But even then, Lakshu's eyes kept returning to Rishab.
That uneasiness never left him.
After a while—
The call ended.
Click
Lakshu (in a low, trembling voice):
"Rishab… I know how you're recovering so quickly."
He paused, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination.
"But if anyone else finds out about this… then just like that doctor… the whole world will start looking at you with those same twisted intentions."
His fists clenched tightly.
"And if that happens… I might lose you."
Lakshu's voice softened, almost breaking.
"I won't let that happen… no matter what."
Rishab silent
Lakshu (his voice heavy with emotion):
"Do you know why I chose you… to be my brother?"
He paused, as if the words themselves were difficult to say.
"Because… you look just like him… my real brother."
His eyes lowered, memories flooding back.
"The one I lost in my childhood… when we were playing with medicines together…"
His voice grew quieter, almost fading.
"I couldn't save him back then…"
A deep breath escaped his lips.
"But this time… I won't lose you."
Lakshu: "Huh… what am I even worrying about? That thing can't happen again. Back then, I was just a kid anyway."
Haa…
"Alright, I should go to sleep now too."
Lakshu walked out of his brother's room
"Rishab's body began to ache again, the pain surging tenfold."
Rishab: "Haakk…!"
Rishab (in his mind): "What's happening…? I can't endure this pain again. Why does it only happen when no one is around me…?"
Rishab: "Hannn… wnn… h… w… h… w…"
Overwhelmed by the pain, Rishab loses consciousness once again.
Next day
Lakshu: "Haan… what a good sleep that was… hmm. Alright, I should get ready quickly and go to my brother. Maybe I can help him feel better. I shouldn't be late now."
Lakshu: "Hmm… ahmm… nhmm…"
"Outside the door, Lakshu stood holding the gate with one hand and a food tiffin in the other."
Lakshu (in his mind): "Hmm… let's go, Lakshu. He's your brother, after all."
Lakshu: "Rishab, I've brought food for you. Now tell me, how are you— Ri… Rishab?"
Rishab: "Hmm… what happened, big brother? Why do you look so shocked?"
Lakshu: "It's nothing… I'm just surprised to see that you're recovering a bit too quickly."
Rishab: "Yeah, I'm a little surprised about that too… how I'm getting better so fast."
Rishab (in his mind):
"I can't tell my brother that whenever I recover this quickly, I go through ten times more pain than a normal person. But last night, while I was in pain, it suddenly stopped after a while and became much weaker. At that same moment, it felt like someone was watching me. Maybe the black shadow I saw in my room was just my imagination… or maybe that girl-like figure was because of sleep paralysis. Whatever it was, it's better for my health if I don't think about it."
Lakshu: Rishab, what happened? Won't you eat the food I brought for you?
Rishab: It's nothing… I was just a bit tired, so my mind was somewhere else.
Lakshu: Don't worry, it's just a matter of time. Once you get better, we'll go party just like before.
Rishab: Alright.
"Someone is coming…"
Lakshu looks in that direction. Beside him, there is another patient. As he turns to look, Lakshu becomes slightly shocked and a bit embarrassed. The one who was watching him gives him a small smile.
Lakshu quickly looks back at his brother and, ignoring everything else, starts feeding him.
Here's your final polished scene with that ending added smoothly:
Rishab notices everything, yet he says nothing—just quietly watching.
The girl, whom Lakshu had quickly looked away from, now glances at him again. For a brief second, their eyes almost meet, but both of them turn away, as if avoiding something they don't fully understand.
A strange silence lingers between them.
As she turns to leave, her hand accidentally hits the water bottle placed beside her. It falls to the ground, spilling water across the floor.
Without thinking, Lakshu immediately reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cloth. He steps forward, ready to clean it himself.
But before he can do anything, the girl softly calls the hospital cleaner.
Lakshu stops.
Only then does it hit him—he didn't even think about calling the cleaner. He acted on pure instinct, as if it was his responsibility.
The cleaner arrives and starts wiping the floor. Lakshu slowly lowers his hand, the cloth still clenched between his fingers.
A deep sense of embarrassment creeps in.
For a moment, it feels like everyone around him is watching.
Lakshu quietly steps back, avoiding every gaze—especially hers.
But just before she leaves, he gathers the courage to look at her one last time.
And in that moment…
She turns slightly, raises her hand, and waves at him with a soft, sweet smile.
Lakshu freezes.
For him, time stops right there.