• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬.
"Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?"
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• 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞.
A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere p...
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Parinidhi Gupta -
"Someone named Prisha"
I stared at him with wide eyes and thumping heart. His gray orbs stared into mine without blinking. I gulped before looking away. Prisha. I closed my eyes feeling my head aching all of a sudden. A painful groan escaped my mouth as I leaned backwards to rest my head.
Rudransh held my shoulders and panic was visible on his face. He made me lay on the bed gently and ran outside probably to call the doctors. I shut her eyes feeling my breathing turning heavy.
The doctor soon arrived, along with Rudransh. Dad and Sanjana trailed behind him with worried faces. The doctor started to check again and asked me basic questions. Even in this condition, it didn't go unnoticed by me at how the doctor looked like he would pass out anytime soon, his forehead was sweating a lot and his hands were shaking making me furrow my brows.
"Don't let her take any stress, She is still healing." He nervously stated while Rudransh glared at the poor man. Gulping, the doctor moved towards the table taking out something.
The doctor came to me to give an injection. Rudransh's face softened and soon crumbled uncomfortably while I pressed my lips together. the doctor bought the needle towards my skin and I kept looking at it. As soon as it pierced through my skin I hard a hiss. I looked at Rudransh to see him hissing and wincing staring at it. I badly wanted to laugh right now.
I looked at dad as the doctor was busy talking more like assuring Rudransh. That jerk has so many questions to ask the doctor. My eyes turned heavy, probably due to heavy dose of medications. I blinked and looked at Dad, He is awfully quite which was not settling well with me.
I sighed looking at my plastered right hand.
As the doctor was done, he walked out and Rudransh walked behind him leaving the three of us in the room.
"Dad"
Dad smiled before walking towards the bed. His smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes looked tired and his face pale. Unknowingly a lump formed in my throat looking at him. Seeing my father worried for me and not taking proper care of himself is the last thing I would like to witness.
"Dad, Did you eat?"
He didn't respond but kept looking at me. I raised my eyes to look at Sanjana who is staring at Dad with furrowed brows. Probably thinking what happened to him just like me.
"Dad" I held his arm to gain his attention. He looked at me and blinked silently. After a few seconds he sighed before saying something which made my breath hitch.
" For the first time in my life I feel so helpless"
"Dad" My voice was painfully low as an uncomfortable silence bounced in the room. A huge lump formed in my throat making it hard for me to breath properly. Dad didn't say anything and left the room slowly, not before patting my head lovingly. I can still feel the warmth of his hand on my head.
