His Bleeding Rose

ILLEGITIMATE

My rose wasn't ready to forgive me, and why would she? I had hurt her beyond what words could ever mend. When she walked into the office that day, a small part of me dared to hope—hope that maybe I still had a chance. But I was wrong. That hope shattered when I found out she went to meet a man. The thought alone was like poison, eating away at my sanity. My heart was breaking, and my mind was on fire. I was burning alive in my own jealousy, anger, and helplessness. Yet I had no right to stop her. No power.

Once, I had made the unforgivable mistake of not trusting her. And I swore never to repeat it. But now she was the one making a mistake—trusting her so-called father.

I was stuck in a meeting, trying to focus while my mind replayed every possibility of what could go wrong. My father was with me, sitting stoic as usual, but I could feel his watchful eyes. Despite my efforts, I couldn't concentrate. My heart and mind wouldn't let me forget that her father, or whoever she thought he was, had changed—and not for the better.

Then my phone rang.

The room went silent. All eyes turned toward me as the ringtone echoed, but I didn't care. My instincts told me it was about her. I grabbed my phone, ignoring the stares, and answered.

"Yes, Ritwik?" I said, my voice sharp and urgent.

"My father is going to kill her," Ritwik said, his voice panicked and rushed. "Please, be at the location I'm sending you. I'll meet you there."

And just like that, the world around me stopped. My heart froze mid-beat. The meeting, the people, everything became a blur. I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.

"What are you doing?" my father asked, his tone laced with confusion and concern.

"Tranika is in danger," I replied, already walking out of the room.

Without hesitation, he followed me. Not a single question. Not a single protest.

The drive to the location was torture. My thoughts spiraled into chaos, each darker than the last. I wanted to trust her strength—God knows she could bring anyone to their knees. But right now, no amount of logic could calm the storm in my chest.

I want to kill—her so-called father. That man had hurt her time and again, and she kept forgiving him. She wouldn't let me lay a finger on him, no matter how much he deserved it. If I tried, she'd probably kill me herself.

As we pulled up to the location, I saw Ritwik and Mrs. Rajvansh getting out of a car. My jaw tightened. What was she doing here? Supporting her husband, no doubt.

There wasn't a second to waste. We rushed to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Time was slipping through my fingers like sand. Searching for a key wasn't an option. With all the force I could muster, I kicked the door. The wood splintered under the impact, and the door burst open.