FLASHBACK – 4 Years Ago
( Ahaan is a spy who works for the police and is currently on a mission—Operation 54. Julika is a police officer who works under Ahaan. During a gangster attack, while saving Ahaan, Julika gets shot.
Julika and Ahaan arrive at the hospital- this scene will be mentioned in Operation 54: A Mystery That Began with Emma. If you want to know what really happened, read it now! )
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Ahaan rushes to Julika, who's badly wounded—blood on her clothes, pain in her eyes, but determination in her voice.
Ahaan (desperately):
"Julika, why did you do this?
Why would you risk your life… just to save mine?"
Julika (in a weak, trembling voice):
"Sir… I just wanted to prove that I was loyal to this mission…
That I wasn't a traitor…"
Ahaan (shouting):
"Someone call a doctor—now!"
Nurse (approaching quickly):
"Sir, we've already called her. She'll be here any moment."
Ahaan (frustrated):
"What are you people doing?
A patient is dying here, and your staff is nowhere in sight!"
Nurse (firmly, but respectfully):
"Sir… she's the world's top surgeon.
She's handling multiple emergencies…"
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Julika is rushed into the ICU.
And then—the door opens.
She walks in.
Dr. Mahi.
She isn't just beautiful—she's a quiet melody in a world full of noise.
Her eyes, wide and glowing, hold the kind of depth that could pull even the strongest man into silence. There's something about her gaze—it doesn't just look at you, it feels you.
Her face carries a soft glow, with cheeks just a little chubby—adorably so—giving her the kind of innocence that makes hearts skip without warning. There's a touch of shyness in the way her fingers rest near her cheek, yet a quiet confidence lingers too… like she knows the power of her presence, but never flaunts it.
She's the kind of girl who'd heal wounds with her hands and hearts with her smile.
A little cubby. A little dreamy. Entirely unforgettable.
Mahi isn't just a doctor.
She's the kind of soul you write love letters to in your mind… and never quite forget.
Back to Ahaan..
( Ahaan eyes fluttered open, vision blurred, pain humming through every inch of his body. The ceiling was unfamiliar. The scent of antiseptic filled his nose. Machines beeped quietly beside him.)
But then… he saw her.
She entered like a calm in chaos, draped in a stunning saree of blue and black, her every step measured with grace and quiet dignity. The moment she walked through the doors, it wasn't just her presence—it was her energy. Gentle… yet impossible to ignore.
Ahaan had seen hundreds of faces in his line of work.
He'd read expressions like files.
Calculated motives like puzzles.
But her?
He couldn't read her—only feel her.
Their eyes locked for the briefest of seconds.
Long enough for his heart to disobey every order his mind had given.
A spy doesn't fall. A spy observes. Stays in control.
But with Mahi...
Control evaporated.
She didn't even know he was watching her.
She was speaking to a nurse, her eyes filled with warmth, her hands moving delicately as she explained something.
Of course—she was a doctor.
A healer. A protector.
And he—he was a man who broke rules for a living.
Who lived in shadows.
But none of that mattered in that moment.
In that one glance.
Because something in her pulled something out of him—
A version of Ahaan that didn't wear a mask.
That longed for light instead of hiding in darkness.
And just like that…
the mission changed.
He had come to uncover secrets and save julika's life
...
Instead, he discovered something unexpected—
a reason to stay.