CHAPTER 22: REALISATION

◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆

As soon as Uncle Hemant pulled over the car, I sprung out and darted towards the main entrance. Reaching the information desk, I asked the host, "Excuse me! Mrs. Khushi Sinha. What room is she in?"

My voice was shrouded with worry and fear while I panted slightly.

"Give me a minute, sir." The woman replied and shifted her gaze to the monitor in front of her. Huffing from the rapid run after parking the car, Uncle Hemant also arrived there.

The lady looked up at me, about to say something when someone called for me.

"Darsh!"

As I glanced around, I noticed a nervous Veer rushing in my direction. I scurried towards him.

"Where? Where is Khushi?" I inspected.

"C-come with me." Nervously muttering, Veer immediately made a turn in the direction of the elevator. I followed him along with Uncle Hemant. As the elevator door opened and we reached the fourth floor, I demanded, "Where is she? What happened to her? Just say something, damn it!"

"I-I am sorry, Darsh. I...." I felt