𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

CHAPTER 10 :- "SYMPATHY CARD"

               AUTHOR'S POV:

RATHOD MANSION:

With a chilling calmness that belies his ruthless nature, Reyansh subtly signals Aryan with a flick of his fingers, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. "Get me a doctor, now!" he states, his voice devoid of emotion but laced with undeniable authority.

Aryan's eyes widen in astonishment as Reyansh, the ruthless king, deviates from the norm by personally summoning a doctor. Unlike past instances where gang members plead for Reyansh to seek medical aid for himself during deadly attacks, this unprecedented request injects a palpable sense of tension into the air. Despite the startling change, Aryan bows his head, quietly affirming, "Yes, Boss," before swiftly disappearing to fulfill Reyansh's urgent demand.

After some time, the doctor rushes into the room along with Aryan and instantly bows to Reyansh, his body quivering with intense fear, for it is Reyansh, the Ruthless Mafia King, who has summoned him. "Namaste, Sir," the doctor mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Cut the crap and listen to me very carefully," Reyansh's voice slices through the heavy silence like a razor-sharp blade, his intense gaze drilling into the very core of the doctor's being.

"Dress these cuts to look like severe wounds, or face a fate worse than death." he demands, his words dripping with a chilling intensity that sends a shiver down the doctor's spine. With a menacing flourish, he reveals the slashes on his palms, a stark and haunting testament to his ravenous devotion, which he pours out by drawing his jaan's portrait with his own blood.

The doctor instantly nods his head in fear, his hands trembling slightly as he begins dressing meticulously following the instructions given.

"I want it to be perfect, Doctor," he commands, his voice a low growl that leaves no room for error.

Doctor : "Yes, sir," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, as he continues to work with utmost precision.

Doctor: "Done, sir." he says after executing the task properly.

Reyansh checks the bandages, a rare flicker of satisfaction crossing his face as he sees the doctor's meticulous work. "Aryan, pay him and send him off," he commands, his voice as sharp as ever. Without another word, Reyansh swiftly turns and exits the living room.

                     IN HIS ROOM :-

Reyansh taps his foot impatiently in his room, his agitation mounting.

"How much fucking longer are they going to take to send the goddamn notice?"

'If I don't receive it within a minute, I'll fucking kill them!' He clenches his fists, his anger palpable.

"Hurry up," Reyansh mutters urgently to himself, his voice choked with desperation as though his very existence hinges on hearing her voice.

Within twenty seconds, his phone emits a sharp, piercing notification sound, slicing through the oppressive tension in the room. Reyansh's face instantly lights up with a desperate hope, his heart racing with anticipation. The notification appears on his screen, confirming the awaited notice—the lifeline to hear her voice once more, a fleeting moment of salvation in his turbulent world.

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     "AT THE SHARMAS' HOUSE"

In the cozy living room, Anjali and Arjun sit close, deep in conversation. Nearby, Riya lounges on the couch, munching on dark chocolate and scrolling through her phone, seemingly oblivious to the adults' discussion.