𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 "
𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, Man of few words who's well known as "devil", blessed with the face of model a...
"What if another girl comes in between us?" The girl asked
"I'll kiss her forehead and tell her how lucky she is to have a mother like you.." the boy said while smiling
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Manvi opened her eyes with a sharp pain in her head, She look around only to find herself in an unfamiliar room, panic began to rise within her as she tried to piece together what had happened. Images of Dhruv coming towards her before she lost consciousness flashed through her mind, adding to her confusion and anxiety.
She looked around with confusion, her heart pounding. The room was simple, with modest furnishings and a single window that let the sunlight to entered. Soon, the door creaked open, and a group of women entered. One of them, an older woman with a kind face, approached her cautiously.
"You're awake," the woman said gently. "How are you feeling now?" The lady asked her and manvi was just looking towards her trying hard to understand what was happening but the only thought which was crossing her mind is "where he is now? Dos she hallucinate about him? Or he was real? "
"Where is he?" she asked urgently. "The man who was with me-where is he?" She again asked trying to be clear maybe they knew about it while she gulp hard a strong lump.
The woman's expression turned into worried one. "He is in another room," she replied. "He was severely injured and is still unconscious."
"W-What?? He was really here!! N-No how did he get injured? is he okay?" Numerous thoughts ran in her mind while worry and fear washed down her body and Despite everything, despite the anger and hatefulness she felt toward Dhruv, tears filled her eyes. Without thinking, she got out of bed, her body trembling with fear and concern.
Ignoring the protests of the women, Manvi made her way to the room where Dhruv was being kept. She pushed the door open and saw him lying on a bed, his face was looking very pale while his head was bandaged. His chest rose and fell steadily, but he looked vulnerable and fragile.
Manvi approached him slowly, her heart aching at the sight. She sank to her knees beside the bed, reaching out to touch his hand gently. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, "M-Mr rathore" she said in stuttering voice as she saw him looking so vulnerable.
Eventhough she hated him with everything in her heart but seeing him like this tore her heart apart. She couldn't bear to see him in pain Eventhough he's the reason of her own pain.
Slowly she took his hands in her trembling one and called him again "u-uth jaiye please" she said as tears streamed down on her cheeks.
Slowly, Dhruv's eyes fluttered open as he groaned hard with a severe pain he felt in his head. He blinked few times, trying to focus and his gaze Eventually settled on manvi's tear streaked face. His eyes widened with surprise and concern.
