The OT doors finally opened, and the corridor that had been drowning in tension and restless anticipation suddenly came alive with movement. Doctors and nurses started walking out one after another, their exhausted faces revealing the intensity of the battle that had just taken place inside. Yet Prithvi did not notice any of them. His eyes searched desperately through the crowd for only one person. His Ardhangini. The moment he saw Riyanshi step out of the operation theatre, his heart finally settled. She looked utterly exhausted. Sweat covered her forehead, her shoulders looked heavy with fatigue, and her hands, which had remained tense inside the sleeves of her white coat for hours, silently testified to the complexity of the surgery she had just completed. Despite her condition, there was a quiet victory reflected in her eyes. She had fought a difficult battle and won. The very second she stepped outside, Prithvi closed the distance between them and pulled her straight into his arms. He did not ask any questions. He did not wait for explanations. He simply held her tightly against his chest as if assuring himself that she was truly safe. Around them, nobody needed words to understand the outcome.