CHAPTER12 [AWARD CEREMONY]
Vihaan looks at Karan, clearly uninterested.
“I’m not interested. (Mujhe koi interest nahi hai.)”
“Mujhe aur bhi kaam hai. (I have other work.)”
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Karan sighs.
“Bro, I’ve already said yes. (Maine already haan kar di hai.)”
“Bas thodi der ki baat hai… please. (It’s just for a while… please.)”
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Vihaan gives him a look.
“Tune kiya hai na? Toh tu jaa. (You said yes, so you go.)”
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Karan folds his hands dramatically.
“Please bhai… please.”
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A pause.
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Vihaan exhales.
Annoyed.
“Fine.”
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Next day—
At St. Thomas’ Hospital.
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The grand hall is filled with doctors.
Senior surgeons.
Interns.
Everyone present.
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Aarohi is also there.
Standing among them.
Calm.
Professional.
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On the stage—
The host steps forward.
And begins the speech—
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Speech (Host):
“Good evening everyone,
It is an honor to have such brilliant minds gathered here today. As doctors, you hold the power to save lives, to bring hope where there is despair, and to make the impossible possible.
Always remember—your responsibility is not just towards your profession, but towards humanity itself. Give your best, every single time, because for someone… you are their last hope.
Keep learning, keep improving, and never lose the passion that brought you here.”
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Applause fills the hall.
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Then—
The host continues—
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Announcement:
“And now, it’s time to welcome our Chief Guest for the evening…
A man who has taken the business world to extraordinary heights at a remarkably young age.
His empire spans across countries, with successful ventures in multiple industries.
A visionary. A leader. A name that defines power and success—
Please welcome… Mr. Vihaan Singhania.”
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The moment his name echoes—
Aarohi freezes.
Shock flashes across her face.
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And then—
He walks in.
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Confident.
Powerful.
Unstoppable.
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All eyes turn towards him.
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He walks to the stage.
Takes the mic.
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Vihaan’s Speech:
“Good evening everyone,
Success is not something that comes easy. It demands discipline, patience, and relentless hard work.
There will be failures, doubts, and moments where you feel like giving up—but that is exactly where your strength is tested.
If you stay consistent, if you believe in your work, success will find its way to you.
As doctors, your work is even more powerful—because you don’t just build a career, you save lives.
So give your best, push your limits, and never settle for less than excellence.
Thank you.”
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The hall fills with applause once again.
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But among everyone—
One pair of eyes remains still.
Locked.
On him.
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And Vihaan—
Notices.
Vihaan’s gaze suddenly stops.
He notices her.
Aarohi.
Standing there.
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A slow smirk appears on his face.
“Interesting…
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On the stage, the host returns.
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Host:
“And now, it’s time for the moment we all have been waiting for…
The award for the doctor who has shown exceptional dedication over the past three years…
And just two days ago, saved a patient whose survival chances were almost impossible.
Please welcome… Miss Aarohi Mehra.”
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The entire hall turns.
All eyes on her.
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Vihaan’s eyes too.
But his gaze is different.
Sharp.
Intense.
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Aarohi takes a deep breath.
And walks toward the stage.
Confident.
Calm.
Like nothing affects her.
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“Strong… "
Vihaan murmurs under his breath.
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The host smiles.
“Mr. Vihaan Singhania, please come on stage and present the award.”
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Vihaan steps forward.
Walks onto the stage.
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Both stand face to face.
After years.
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For a moment—
Silence.
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Aarohi’s hands tremble slightly.
But her face?
Still composed.
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Vihaan takes the award.
Hands it to her.
Their fingers brush.
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Aarohi’s heartbeat skips.
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Vihaan leans slightly closer.
And whispers—
“Congratulations, Miss Aarohi Mehra.”
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His voice—
Low.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
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Aarohi doesn’t reply.
Not a single word.
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She quickly takes the award.
Turns.
Walks to the mic.
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Aarohi’s Speech:
“Good evening everyone,
I’m truly honored to receive this award.
For me, being a doctor is not just a profession—it’s a responsibility.
Every life matters, and every patient deserves a chance.
I just did my duty… and I will continue to do so with all my dedication.
Thank you.”
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Short.
Simple.
But powerful.
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She steps down.
Returns to her seat.
Without looking back.
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But she can feel it.
His gaze.
Still on her.
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The event soon comes to an end.
People start leaving.
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Aarohi walks out of the hospital.
Takes a cab.
Leaves for her flat.
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Meanwhile—
Vihaan exits from the other side.
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Karan looks at him.
“So… interesting evening? (Dilchasp shaam?)”
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Vihaan smirks slightly.
“Very.”
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He gets into his car.
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As the city lights blur outside—
His mind is somewhere else.
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The car speeds into the night.
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And somewhere—
A storm has already begun.
Let's see what the next part.
Tab tak ke liye Byyy everyone who read my story.