65 ~ Reclaiming the Past

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"There is no remedy for love but to love more."

Dev

"Leave!" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the stark hospital walls. The nurse fled instantly, her terrified footsteps fading into the distance.

My hands trembled violently, and my face burned with barely contained rage as I slammed the door shut behind her. The thud reverberated throughout the room, matching the storm brewing in my chest. Fury roared inside me like a wildfire, consuming every ounce of calm I had left.

"How could she?" I muttered through clenched teeth, my voice rough and unsteady. My jaw tightened as I paced back and forth, the sharp clicks of my shoes marking a rhythm of agitation against the cold, sterile floor. Each step felt like a release, a way to channel the chaos surging within me.

The rage refused to subside. It burned hotter with every passing second, flaring with every thought of her reckless decision. My knuckles, raw and bleeding from striking the unyielding wall moments earlier, stung sharply. But the pain barely registered. Physical wounds paled in comparison to the torment gnawing at my mind.

How could she walk out like that? Knowing her life was at risk? My chest heaved, and I stopped mid-stride, gripping the back of a chair until my fingers ached. You won’t get away with this, Rooh. I swear I will not forgive you for putting your life in danger.

A fresh wave of anguish swept over me, but beneath it lay an icy terror that chilled me to my core. My thoughts spiraled as I considered the countless outcomes her recklessness could lead to. Each possibility was darker, more horrifying than the last, and they crowded my mind like shadows in the night. What if something happens to her?

The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt the sharp edge of fear slice through my fury. The world seemed to blur for a moment, every vivid scenario of losing her drowning my resolve. My hands, still shaking, clenched into fists as the door of my mind slammed shut on those grim possibilities. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.

The sharp ring of my phone jolted me out of my trance. Without glancing at the screen, I snatched it up, desperate for any lead.

"Boss, we got the location," Ansh said on the other end, his voice steady but cautious.

"Where?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain calm, though anger simmered just beneath the surface.

"Prayagraj," he replied.

I hummed in acknowledgment, though my mind raced with questions. My throat felt dry, my fists tightening even more. "Tell our men to keep a close eye on her," I ordered, my voice low and menacing. "And warn everyone—one scrape on her body, and I will burn them alive."

"Understood," Ansh said, the weight of my words leaving no room for doubt.

"Arrange the private jet," I continued sharply. "We leave for Prayagraj in 30 minutes." I ended the call without waiting for a response, my mind already racing ahead.

Minutes later, as I sat in the jet, I stared at the letter she had left behind. The crumpled piece of paper felt heavier than it should, its words cutting deeper than I cared to admit.

It wasn’t surprising that she left. I should have seen it coming. I knew she was terrified of the threats in those vile letters. She had departed, thinking it would protect me. That walking away was the only way to keep me safe.

My jaw clenched as my eyes traced the hastily written words again. How do I make her understand that none of that matters to me? That I don’t care about the dangers lurking in the shadows? That bastard couldn’t even lay a finger on me if he tried.

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