Abeer Malhotra , a 6'2 male with bossy attitude and arrogance is the CEO of famous multimillionaire company Malhotra industries and corporations and King of Rajasthan .He is short tempered and egoistic manner sometimes even scares his beloved famil...
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"Hold on, Love I am coming."
:Abeer Malhotra
Author's POV
The sterile hospital walls seemed to close in on Mehek as she stepped out into the harsh sunlight. Her footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, a haunting reminder of the life she was leaving behind—the life shattered by rejection .The evening weighed heavy on Mehek's heart. Abeer's rejection echoed in her mind, a cruel refrain. They had once danced in the rain, their laughter like music was now a nightmare of rejection which she faced 10 years ago.
Mehek POV
Abeer's cold dismissal left her broken, the warmth of their memories fading like mist in the morning sun.
As she stumbled away from him, tears blurring her vision, fate intervened cruelly. The screeching sound of tires, the blinding headlights—Mehek's gaze locked onto the oncoming truck. Time slowed, and in that suspended moment, she saw Minal, Abeer's mother, frozen in terror on the other side of the road. Mehek's instincts kicked in, and she pushed Minal out of harm's way, sacrificing herself.
The impact was brutal. Pain seared through her body, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. As darkness closed in, Mehek wondered if this was her punishment—for daring to love, for believing in happily ever afters. She clung to the memory of Abeer's rejection, the last thing she felt before everything went black. Perhaps, in that final heartbeat, she found solace in knowing that love, even unrequited, had made her brave enough to save another.
Author POV
The impact was brutal. Mehek's body crumpled against the unforgiving metal of the truck. Pain exploded through her, a symphony of broken bones and torn flesh. Her vision blurred, and the world spun around her. Blood seeped from her wounds, pooling on the asphalt. She gasped for air, each breath a struggle. The agony was relentless, a merciless companion that clung to her like a shadow.
Minal stood frozen, her phone slipping from her trembling hand. Horror etched lines into her face as she witnessed the tragedy unfold. She had been lost in her conversation, oblivious to the danger that hurtled toward her daughter-in-law. Guilt surged within her—a tidal wave threatening to drown her soul. She had failed to protect Mehek, the woman who had saved her life at the cost of her own.
"Mehek!" Minal's scream tore through the air, but it was too late. She reached out, fingers grazing the air where Mehek had stood. Tears blurred her vision, and she sank to her knees, the weight of her regret crushing her chest.
Minal's trembling fingers fumbled with her phone as she dialed the hospital's number. The receptionist's voice crackled through the line, clinical and detached. "Damini Hospital. How may I assist you?"
"My daughter-in-law," Minal stammered, her voice barely audible. "Mehek. She's been in an accident. It's... it's bad."
The receptionist's keystrokes echoed in the silence. "Is this the queen speaking??Regards your majesty.Yes we will quickly send the ambulance there."
Minal paced, her heart a frantic rhythm. People in the waiting area glanced at her—whispers, pitying glances. They knew—the woman who had stood in the middle of the road, the truck hurtling toward her. They didn't know why, but they sensed the tragedy.
"Ranima" The receptionist's voice snapped her back. "Room 307. Hurry."
Minal stumbled down the corridor, her breaths ragged. The hospital smelled of disinfectant and despair. She pushed open the door to Room 307, and there lay Mehek—fragile, broken, tubes snaking from her body.
Minal stumbled down the corridor, her breaths ragged. The hospital smelled of disinfectant and despair. She pushed open the door to Room 307, and there lay Mehek—fragile, broken, tubes snaking from her body.
"Mehek," Minal choked out, collapsing beside the bed. Her tears fell freely now. "Forgive me. I never saw the truck. I was blind, selfish."
Around her, people murmured—the nurses, the doctors. They exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of it all. A life saved, another sacrificed. Minal clung to Mehek's hand, her guilt a heavy shroud.
And in the chaos of the hospital, love and regret danced—a tragic waltz that would haunt them all.
Abeer's POV
Abeer's phone buzzed, interrupting his quiet evening. He frowned, wondering who would call at this hour. The mug of coffee in his hand trembled, its warmth forgotten. The receptionist's voice on the other end was cold, clinical, and yet the words struck him like a sledgehammer.
"Your Majesty, your wife has been in a brutal accident. We need you at Damini Hospital immediately."
His heart stuttered, then raced. Mehek—the love of his life, the woman who healed others—now lay broken and battered. His mind whirled, memories of their laughter, their shared dreams, crashing against the harsh reality. He stumbled toward the door, the coffee mug slipping from his grasp, shattering on the floor.
"Hold on, Mehek," he whispered, his voice raw. "I'm coming."
