Surgery

Seeing Krishika's condition, Abhay went close to her to take care of her.

"Abhay, I don't want to get MRI done. You tell these people." Krishika started crying sobbing holding his waist.

"Krishi you stop crying. I am here, I will not let anything wrong happen to you. Only MRI has to be done, after that your surgery will be done and then you will be fine." Abhay spoke to Krishi stroking her silky hair.

"Abhay please..... I don't want to get MRI done... I will die. I won't be able to do it now." When Krishika kept on crying, Abhay tried to pacify her.

"Okay okay. You don't want to get an MRI done, do you?, So no problem, we will not get your MRI done. But don't you want your surgery to go right?" Abhay lovingly explained to her.

" But..." Krishika could not argue with him.

"Come on, get an MRI done like a good girl. I am with you I will be with you all the time, I will not go anywhere leaving you alone, okay." Abhay encouraged her.

Then two nurses came forward and brought Krishika