Episode 5 : "To the Girl who didn't Hesitate"
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(Third-person POV)
“Sanchit! What a surprise!” Neha exclaimed.
“Hello, beautiful,” Sanchit greeted her with a hug, his eyes twinkling. He was Disha’s boyfriend and the kind of person who always carried charm like a second skin.
“I’m here for your heavenly cooking,” he said dramatically. “So, where’s my treat?”
Neha set the plate down in front of him. “Here it is, sir. But don’t try to butter me up. Spill the beans before I punch that handsome face of yours.”
Sanchit chuckled. “Okay, okay! Actually, I need a favor. Disha’s birthday is coming up next Saturday... and I want to propose to her.”
Neha gasped, eyes lighting up. “Mr. Romeo! You’re stealing my best friend!”
“Miss Melodrama, enough already. Help me, please,” he said, flicking her forehead playfully.
“Alright, alright! I’m listening.”
As he dug into her special dish and moaned in delight, he said, “This is incredible, Neha.”
Moments later, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the parking lot. From his car, he retrieved two small boxes.
He opened the first one to reveal a stunning, expensive engagement ring. “For Disha,” he said nervously.
Neha smiled. “She’s going to love it.”
When he opened the second box, Neha’s curiosity peaked — inside was a delicate infinity bracelet.
“This one’s for you,” Sanchit said softly.
Neha blinked in surprise. “Me?”
“You’re part of my happiness, Neha. I couldn’t imagine doing this without you. And don’t even think of saying no.”
“But it’s too much. I can’t—”
“If you say no, I’ll be heartbroken,” he said with mock drama and genuine warmth.
Finally, with a shy smile, Neha accepted the gift. “Thank you, Sanchit.”
He grinned. “Now come on. Help me find the perfect outfit and rehearse my proposal speech!”
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(Neha’s POV)
As we shopped for Disha, Sanchit stepped away to take a phone call. When he returned, his smile had faded, replaced by lines of worry.
“Everything okay?” I asked, concerned.
“An emergency came up,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry, Neha, but I have to go. Let me drop you home first—”
“No, don’t worry! I’ve got some errands to run anyway. You go,” I reassured him with a smile.
“You sure?”
“Hundred percent. Go save the day, hero.”
He hugged me goodbye, and I waved him off before walking toward the exit.
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(Third-person POV)
“Oh God! It’s already 7 o’clock!” Neha yelped, seeing the time on her watch. “Disha is going to kill me!”
She dashed out, weaving through the crowd. Just as she reached the road, she froze.
Across the street, she spotted a man — his face covered — aiming a gun at someone.
Without a second thought, Neha ran.
She pushed the man in danger out of the way just as the trigger was pulled. The bullet grazed her arm. She screamed and collapsed on the pavement, blood soaking through her sleeve.
The man she had saved knelt beside her, stunned.
“OPEN THE CAR!” he barked at his men, lifting Neha into his arms.
His presence was commanding, terrifying — the kind of man whose voice alone could make people tremble.
He rushed her to the hospital and ordered the doctor to start treatment immediately.
“She’s okay,” the doctor informed him later. “The bullet only scraped her arm. She fainted from the shock.”
Another man arrived and whispered something into the stranger’s ear. The man nodded, calm but fierce.
“Bring me a pen and paper,” he ordered.
“What are you planning, sir?” asked his associate, Rohit.
“I want every detail about this brave girl. And give her this note when she wakes up.”
When the nurse confirmed Neha had regained consciousness, Rohit went to see her.
(Rohit’s POV)
As I walked in, I saw the girl who had risked everything for our boss. She was… beautiful. Not just her face, but something radiant about her presence.
“Hey there, braveheart,” I said with a smile. “You saved our boss today. That took guts.”
She gave me a soft smile in return. “Who are you?”
“I’m Rohit. I work for the man you saved. And what’s the name of our real-life superhero?”
“Neha,” she replied, wincing slightly.
“Is it hurting?”
“No, I just want to go home.”
I nodded. “He left this note for you.”
She looked at it curiously but didn’t open it yet. Once discharged, I helped her to my car and asked for directions.
“So, Neha... family?”
She smiled faintly. “I’m an orphan. I live with my best friend Disha. She’s my only family.”
We drove in silence after that, until we reached her apartment.
The door swung open with a yell. “You’re late again, you i***t!”
But when Disha saw her friend’s injury, her anger melted into tears.
Neha hugged her tight, brushing away her tears. “Hey, I’m fine. Don’t cry, witch.”
They both laughed through the emotion.
I handed over my card. “Call me if you need anything, anytime.”
And with that, I left.
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(Neha’s POV)
That night, as I lay down to rest, my hand brushed the note I had stuffed into my pocket earlier.
I unfolded it slowly.
“To the girl who didn’t hesitate to save a stranger’s life... thank you.
If there’s ever anything you need, this world owes you.
You were brave when you didn’t have to be. That makes you extraordinary.”
A smile crept onto my face.
For the first time in a long time, I felt seen — not as an orphan, or a struggling girl chasing dreams…
But as someone who mattered.
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