The virtual bridge ;Beyond the Bloodline

Vihaan was a bit nervous, but he rang the doorbell. Mrs. Sharma opened the door and smiled warmly at him. "Vihaan, you're here! Come in, kiddo," she said, sounding happy to see him.

Rohan watched Vihaan go inside and then drove away. He was still confused about why Vihaan had gone to the professor's house. He decided to wait and ask vihaan about this later on .

Vihaan followed Mrs. Sharma into the house, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He had no idea what to expect, but he knew this visit was important. As they entered the living room, his eyes widened in surprise. Standing there, a warm smile on his face, was the doctor who had treated him the night before.

"Vihaan, you're here! Come in, kiddo," Mrs. Sharma greeted him, her voice full of warmth and affection. She seemed completely unaware of Vihaan's shock. "I made so many dishes for you, but Nishant told me he gave you the day off. I was thinking of calling you for lunch, baccha. " explained, her eyes twinkling with amusement. And then, listening to mrs. Sharma words he suddenly remembered that Professor Sharma gave him the day off.

Mrs. Sharma, her face radiating warmth, turned to Vihaan and said, "Vihaan beta, meet Mr. Singh." She then turned to Mr. Singh and said, "Mr. Singh, meet Vihaan. He is our son."

Mr. Singh looked at her with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. He had known dr. Sharma means Mrs.. Sharma for years, and he knew she didn't have any children. His eyes darted back to Vihaan, his gaze searching for answers. He couldn't understand the connection between Mrs.. Sharma and this young man.

Mrs. Sharma, sensing his confusion, quickly explained, "Actually, he's Nishant's student. And he's like our son." She smiled warmly at Vihaan, her eyes filled with a deep affection that seemed to contradict her earlier statement about him being her son.

Dr. Singh, extending his hand towards Vihaan, said, "Nice meeting you again, young man."

Vihaan, caught off guard, forced a smile and replied, "Me too."

Mrs. Sharma, her eyes wide with shock, turned to Dr. Singh asked, "Have you guys met earlier also?"

Dr. Singh, his expression somber, nodded. "Yeah, actually the guy I told you about got into the accident... it was Vihaan."

The weight of Dr. Singh's words settled on Vihaan like a heavy cloak. He understood what Dr. Singh was saying. He is gone now. The accident had taken him.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He had been trying to ignore the unspoken truth, the elephant in the room, but now it was out in the open. The accident.

The room seemed to shrink around him, the air thick with unspoken grief. He felt a sudden urge to escape, to run away from the pain that was starting to consume him.

Mrs. Sharma remained silent, her face frozen in a mask of shock. Dr. Singh, sensing the awkwardness, rose from his seat and said, "Dr. Sharma, I have to leave now. Thank you, and take care, Vihaan."

Mr. Singh was gone, leaving behind a tense atmosphere. Mrs. Sharma's anger was palpable. Vihaan felt lost, trying to process everything. Then, Mrs. Sharma's words, "He is our son," pierced through his confusion, touching his heart. He felt a sense of belonging, a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

It was quiet, and everyone felt a little bit sad. Two minutes went by, and then Mrs. Sharma stood up. Vihaan did the same, because he felt a little scared. He was happy that Professor Sharma wasn't home yet. Mrs. Sharma walked towards him , and Vihaan also stood up . He was about to ask what was apologized , but then something happened that made him really surprised.

Mrs. Sharma's hand came down hard, a sharp slap that echoed in the silent room. Vihaan was stunned, his body frozen in shock. The force of the blow left him reeling, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. He looked at Mrs. Sharma, his eyes wide trying to understand that she really hit him.