Asmita kept whispering, her voice hoarse and strained, “He can’t run… he won’t make it…” Her hands flailed in the air as if fighting invisible ghosts. Zian and the doctors rushed to calm her, gently guiding her down to the hospital bed.
The senior doctor turned to Zian, his brows knitted in concern. “Who is she to you?”
Before Zian could speak, Rashan stepped in. “She’s his mother.”
The doctor looked between them, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Sometimes… the heart senses what the mind cannot. Maybe she knew he was coming, and this is how her mind chose to react.”
Just then, Asmita’s wild thrashing stopped. She turned to Zian, her eyes flooding with tears. Her lips trembled, and her body stilled for a moment. But when her eyes caught Rashan standing silently nearby, fury ignited her fac
