His sukoon : His junoon

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Rudransh stormed down the aisle of his private jet, the cabin's opulence starkly contrasting with his seething rage. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, his face set in a grim mask of fury. The luxurious surroundings felt stifling as he paced, the tension in the air palpable. Vittorio, seated nearby, was already coordinating with Rudransh's trusted network to ensure the swift arrival of medical personnel at the hospital.

As Rudransh's private jet sliced through the night sky, Vittorio sat quietly across from him, his mind replaying the harrowing sequence of events from earlier that day.

During the meeting with the mafia heads, the atmosphere was tense but focused.  The meeting was resuming with its usual gravitas, the mafia heads seated around the long, polished table, discussing matters of high importance. Rudransh sat at the head of the table, his posture impeccable, his eyes sharp and unyielding as he presided over the discussions. Vittorio stood beside him, ever watchful, his gaze moving methodically over the room's occupants.

Suddenly, Vittorio's phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it initially, his focus unwavering. But when it vibrated a second time, more persistently, he felt a pang of anxiety. He glanced at the screen discreetly and saw that it was a call from the bodyguard assigned to protect Isha—Ma'am .

A cold sweat broke out on Vittorio's brow. The bodyguard wouldn't be calling unless something was gravely wrong. He hesitated for a moment, knowing the disruption this could cause, but the safety of Isha was frst.

Picking up the call he talked lowly not disturbing the meeting but his eyes widened at the news. 

Vittorio leaned in closer to Rudransh, his voice a low whisper. "Sir, I need to speak with you. It's urgent—about Ma'am."

Rudransh's eyes narrowed, a dark intensity flaring within them. The mention of Isha's name immediately shifted his focus from the business at hand. His demeanor hardened, a silent command to Vittorio to continue.

Vittorio relayed the information to Rudransh, whose face contorted in rage. "Ma'am has been attacked. She's been taken to hospital, severely injured. Ishaan is with her, but she's in a critical state."

Rudransh's reaction was immediate and violent. His entire posture changed, a tempest of emotions roiling behind his eyes. He rose from his seat, the air around him growing charged with his fury. The room fell into an uneasy silence, the other mafia heads sensing the shift in power and the dangerous edge in Rudransh's demeanor.

"End the meeting," Rudransh commanded, his voice icy and final. "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

Without waiting for a response, Rudransh stormed out of the room, his strides purposeful and unyielding. Vittorio followed closely, his own face reflecting the urgency of the situation. Rudransh's mind was consumed with thoughts of Isha's safety and the wrath he would unleash upon those responsible.

Now they were on their way with an ferocious Rudransh who looked like he'll destroy anything which would step in his way.

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"I've already dispatched a team to the hospital," Vittorio said, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "They'll ensure ma'am receives the best care possible."

Rudransh's eyes, dark and intense, remained fixed on the window, though his mind was far from the view outside. The thought of Isha, injured and vulnerable, fueled his rage.

"Make it clear to everyone," Rudransh said, his voice cold and commanding. "She's under my protection. Anyone who dared to harm her will face a reckoning they won't forget."

The jet cut through the night sky, its engines a low hum against Rudransh's fierce determination. His mind was set on one goal: ensuring Isha's safety and delivering a brutal retribution to those responsible.

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Ishaan sat slumped in a chair outside the ICU, his face buried in his hands as he cried, his shoulders shaking with the weight of his worry and guilt. The sterile hospital walls seemed to close in on him, every passing second a painful reminder of Isha's condition. He had never felt so helpless, his mind replaying the horrific sight of her lying bloodied and unconscious.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke through his despair. Ishaan looked up, his tear-streaked face reflecting shock as he saw a new batch of doctors entering the corridor. They were not just any doctors—these were some of the most renowned medical professionals, their presence commanding immediate attention. Alongside them were several imposing guards, their demeanor stern and focused.

Ishaan's heart raced, confusion and fear battling within him. Why were these high-profile doctors here? Who had sent them?

One of the doctors, a tall woman with an air of authority, approached him. "Are you with Isha?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Ishaan nodded, barely finding his voice. "Yes, I'm her friend."

"Do not worry about her we'll take care of her" she said, her words both a comfort and a revelation.

The woman, Dr. Meera, recalled the moment sir Vittorio had called her, his voice urgent yet controlled. "Dr. Meera, there's a young man with the patient—her friend. He's distraught. I need you to calm him down and ensure he knows she's in the best hands. Please handle this delicately."

Before Ishaan could ask her anything, Dr. Meera offered a reassuring smile and quietly entered the ICU room.

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Isha slowly opened her eyes, the bright hospital lights causing her to squint. Pain pulsed through her injured stomach, making her wince. Ishaan, who was sitting beside her bed, immediately leaned forward, concern etched on his face.

"You're awake," he whispered, relief washing over him, but the worry in his eyes was undeniable.

A doctor approached, noticing Isha's discomfort. "Please, try not to move," he advised gently, checking her vitals. "You need rest, and any sudden movement could worsen the wound."

Hours passed with Ishaan never leaving her side. Nurses came in regularly, carefully administering liquids to Isha through a straw. Ishaan held her hand, squeezing it gently each time she winced in pain. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken fears and hopes.

The atmosphere in the hospital suddenly shifted, the staff becoming tense as a powerful presence filled the air. Rudransh had arrived. His entrance commanded immediate respect; everyone who saw him stepped aside, their gazes lowered as he walked through the corridors with a murderous expression.

As he entered Isha's ward, the rage in his eyes softened instantly at the sight of her frail form sleeping on the bed, and Ishaan sitting protectively beside her. Rudransh's fierce gaze met Ishaan's, a silent exchange passing between them.

Ishaan got up and left the room for some time. Rudransh slowly walks towards Isha with slow steps her state making him clench his jaw and fist.

He stood beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a tenderness.

"I'm here"  he whispered and for the first time on his life Rudransh Singh Rajput's eyes moistened.

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Here comes Rudransh Sigh Rajput.

Posting chapter because my friend say so , and I love her a little too much to say no.

BTW enjoy the chapter as things are going to heat up  now.

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