His Bleeding Rose

WHICH ONE?

She collapsed without warning. One moment, she was standing—alive, vibrant—and the next, she crumpled to the ground. My breath caught in my throat, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. I didn't let her body touch the floor, the air thickened with panic. My heart was hammering in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the terror sweeping through me. It felt like the ground beneath me had vanished.

Now, doctor is checking her. I dropped to my knees beside her, trembling hands brushing her face. A cold sweat beaded on my forehead as my thoughts scattered. What happened? What's going on? I felt like I was suffocating, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Every part of me wanted to scream, to shout, to do something, but the horror paralyzed me.

The doctor's voice broke through the haze of panic. "She's been poisoned," he said, stepping back from her with a look of grim helplessness. His words were like a blow to the stomach, leaving me winded. My body swayed, and I nearly fell back, but somehow, I stayed standing. My vision blurred with the sting of unshed tears.

I had to ask. I needed to know. " kya ye theek hai? (Is she fine?)" My voice cracked, the question coming out in a desperate whisper.

The doctor nodded slowly, but there was uncertainty in his eyes, the same uncertainty that gnawed at me from the inside. "Yes, surprisingly. I can't quite understand how, but she's fine for now. Keep the IV attached until the bottle is empty." His voice was heavy, weighed down with the unspoken fear of the unknown.

I drew in a shaky breath, feeling as if I could collapse myself from the weight of it all. My hands were trembling as I tried to process his words, but all I could think of was her. Her safety. Her life hanging by a thread. I had no time to waste. I had to find the person responsible. I could feel my blood boiling with a rage I had never known before.

Turning sharply, I stormed downstairs. Every step I took felt like a battle. I wasn't just angry—I was terrified. The fear was gnawing at my insides, twisting into a suffocating knot.

"I need answers. And if I don't get them, I'll make sure nobody breathes after this," I barked, my voice steady, but the fury coursing through me was like a wildfire.

"We checked everything, sir," one of my men said, his voice shaking, "I don't know how it happened."

"I don't need any excuses. I need the reason and the person who did this," I shouted, my words laced with venom. "I asked you to check even a child, this much carelessness!"

"Sorry, sir," he stammered, his voice filled with fear.

"Fifteen minutes," I growled, seething with rage. "I want the person who did this in front of me. And if I don't get answers, I'll burn this village to the ground." My tone was ice-cold, and the threat hung heavy in the air, palpable and dangerous.

"Bhai..." Niharika's voice called softly, cutting through the chaos.

I turned to her, my anger faltering for just a moment as I softened at the sound of her name. "Haan, Niharika?" I answered, my voice much quieter now.