The mention of Kavya’s name sent a sharp wave of panic through Tanishka. Without asking another question, she gripped Reyansh’s hand tightly as he led her out of the ice cream parlor at a breakneck pace. The black SUV was waiting at the curb, the engine already running as Reyansh’s elite security team opened the doors instantly.

"Drive to City Hospital. Fast," Reyansh commanded the driver, his voice echoing with an undeniable authority that brooked no delay.

The SUV tore through the Mumbai traffic, its sirens subtly clearing a path ahead. Inside the backseat, the silence was heavy. Tanishka looked over at Reyansh, seeing the familiar, fiercely protective lines etched onto his face. She slipped her fingers into his, offering a silent anchor of support. Reyansh squeezed her hand back, though his eyes remained locked on the fast-moving streets outside.

When the vehicle pulled up to the grand, private entrance of City Hospital, the chief administrator and two senior doctors were already waiting at the doors. Reyansh stepped out of the car, completely commanding the space as Tanishka hurried out right beside him.

"Where is my brother? Where is Bhabhi?" Reyansh asked smoothly, his dark eyes locking onto the chief doctor.

"Mr. Mehara, please calm down," the doctor replied quickly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Aarush sir is already inside the private V.I.P. wing. There was a sudden complication with Mrs. Kavya's post-delivery recovery metrics. Her blood pressure spiked unpredictably, and she collapsed in the lounge at home. Your brother managed to bring her in safely, but the situation requires immediate, specialized observation."

Tanishka felt her breath hitch. She looked at Reyansh, whose jaw was set in stone.

"Take us to them. Now," Reyansh whispered, the deadly quietness of his voice making the hospital staff move instantly.

They walked rapidly through the pristine, secure corridors of the private wing until they reached the heavy double doors of the recovery room. Standing just outside the glass pane, looking absolutely devastated and pale, was Aarush. The fierce, untouchable mafia king looked completely undone, his head resting against the wall as he stared at his wife through the glass.

Reyansh stepped forward, placing a firm, grounding hand on his older brother's shoulder. "Bhai..."

Aarush snapped his head up, his dark eyes brimming with a rare, raw vulnerability. "Ansh... she was completely fine this morning. She was smiling, holding Aarvik... and then she just collapsed."