Shubham walked Nidhi to her car and said in a serious yet gentle tone,
"Drive safely. Call me when you reach home. And if you need anything, just tell me. You don't have to handle everything alone… understood?"
He stood there, watching her leave. He was deeply impressed by her personality. Girls her age were still studying, but Nidhi had already built such a strong and solid career on her own.
Danish was standing nearby. He watched Nidhi's car disappear into the distance and then turned to Shubham.
"Sir, has anyone checked the medicine Nidhi ma'am gave? Was it prescribed by a professional doctor?"
It wasn't that he didn't trust Nidhi. But the truth was, in all these years, no doctor had been able to cure Big Madam—not even someone as skilled as Vishwanath Ji. And now that her condition was so critical, they couldn't just give her any medicine casually.
"If her medicine doesn't work, then nothing in this world will," Shubham said calmly.
