“You could save a thousand lives,” Nair says. “But you can’t save one—your own.”
Kabir takes the scalpel.
His hands shake. He closes his eyes. He hears Preeti’s voice: “You bleed, Kabir.” He opens his eyes. Stillness. Kabir Singh
Kabir laughs, hollow. “I don’t want to be saved.” “You could save a thousand lives,” Nair says