Gayathri continued to stroke Vivek's hair, calming him from the pain. Vivek's eyes closed, and he whispered, "Continue...please."
Gayathri's hands moved gently, soothing his scalp. Vivek's voice was barely audible, but his words cut deep. "God has given me the punishment for betraying you, Gayathri."
Gayathri's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Vivek. "No, Vivek, it's not the time to think negative," she said softly.
Vivek's eyes locked onto hers, filled with regret. "Do you forgive me, Gayathri?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Gayathri nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Vivek's face lit up with hope. "If you forgive me, then kiss me," he whispered.
Gayathri's lips brushed against his forehead, but Vivek shook his head. "Not there...at my lips," he said, his eyes burning with desire.
Just as Gayathri leaned in, Vivek's parents and Dr. Prasanth entered the room. Vivek's mother rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face. Gayathri tried to console her, but she was too distraught.
Dr. Prasanth explained, "Gayathri's quick thinking and timely action saved Vivek's hand. She preserved the severed hand and brought him to the hospital immediately. Her actions increased the chances of a successful reattachment."
Vivek's father nodded, gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Gayathri. We can't thank you enough."
Vivek's mother turned to Gayathri, tears still streaming down her face. "You saved my son's hand, Gayathri. I'll never forget this." She kissed Gayathri's cheek, holding her tightly.
Gayathri smiled politely, "He's my husband, Mom. Why are you thanking me?"
The family spent the next few minutes together, catching up and processing the events of the night. Vivek's eyes never left Gayathri's face, filled with a deep appreciation for her forgiveness and love.