The Eleventh Hour

The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you walk through the familiar corridors of Birla Hospital. Your white coat flutters around you with each step, a symbol of years of relentless effort culminating in this moment. Tomorrow is your engagement to Dr. Abhimanyu Birla, and soon after, your MD exams. Everything is falling into place, just as you planned.
You reach Abhimanyu's cabin, file in hand, ready to deliver the patient report. You steel yourself, pushing aside the lingering sting of his confession days ago – that he loves Akshara. You are winning this time; you won't let her, or anyone, take this away.
As you stand beside his desk, the clock on the wall reads 11:10. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. A message. You glance at the screen. 11:11.
Boom.
A blinding flash, a deafening roar. Glass shatters, flames erupt. Everything goes white. Then, nothing but silence and darkness.
