Gayathri locked herself in her room, trying to process the traumatic event that had just occurred. Vaiga slept peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil her mother was going through.
Gayathri sat in a chair, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to come to terms with what had happened. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal.
After some time, Gayathri gathered the strength to bathe and change into a new dress. As she was getting ready, she remembered that her phone was still in Vivek's room, lying on the table.
She cautiously peeked into Vivek's room, relieved to find that he was not there. Gayathri quickly retrieved her phone and began to leave the room.
While leaving, she heard a sound from downstairs. Someone had broken a jug. Gayathri rushed downstairs.
Vivek was pointing a gun at a masked man. Suddenly, another masked figure grabbed Gayathri and held a knife to her neck.
"Leave him, or your wife will die in front of you," the attacker hissed.
"No, don't hurt her! Please!" Vivek begged.
The assailants overpowered him, tying him to a chair. Gayathri was bound and gagged.
"Let her go!" Vivek shouted, but his voice was muffled by the tape.
The masked man slapped Gayathri, silencing her screams. Vivek's eyes widened in horror.
A third masked figure entered, wielding a sword. "So, you'll beat my people in the college, You beat them with this hand Ah??" he sneered, cutting off Vivek's right hand.
They attackers left there,Gayathri crawled towards Vivek, managing to untie her mouth. "Gopi Anna!" she cried, calling for help.
Gopi rushed in, freeing Vivek and Gayathri. "What happened?" he exclaimed.He untied them..
Vivek was crying in agony. "They...they cut off my hand," he stammered.
Gayathri tried to console him. "We'll get you to the hospital, Vivek. You'll be okay."
Gayathri directed Gopi to fetch ice. She carefully placed the severed hand in a container with ice.
"We need to get him to the hospital, now!" Gayathri urged.
"Anna, you take care of Vaiga," Gayathri instructed Gopi.
She drove Vivek to the hospital, her heart racing with worry.
At the hospital, Gayathri's quick thinking paid off. A plastic surgeon, alerted by Gayathri's earlier call, was ready to operate.
"Will he be okay?" Gayathri asked the surgeon.
"We'll do everything we can," the surgeon replied.
Gayathri nodded, her eyes fixed on Vivek's pale face. She held his remaining hand, whispering words of encouragement.
As the surgery began, Gayathri's heart remained heavy with worry, unsure of what the result will be?