Heart Of the Underworld

Chapter 6.

Author's P.O.V

Khushi sat in her hospital office, glancing over the medical reports piled high on her desk. The sterile scent of antiseptic surrounded her, mingling with her mounting anxiety. Just a few days ago, she had noticed that eerie sensation of being watched. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was out there, a shadow lurking beyond the twilight, and it brought chills crawling up her spine. She had even begun to suspect a stalker.

It had been an exhausting day filled with patient rounds and administrative duties, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the unsettled terror that had infiltrated her thoughts. Determined to uncover the truth, she had spent hours reviewing CCTV footage from the hospital. Each video revealed nothing but the mundane pace of hospital life-nurses hustling, doctors consulting, patients shuffling about. Not a single trace of someone following her or watching her.

Defeated, Khushi sighed. As she entered her office, ready to pour herself a much-deserved cup of coffee, her eyes fell upon a startling sight: a bouquet of vibrant red roses lay delicately on her desk, accompanied by a letter. Her heart raced as she approached it cautiously, dread gnawing at her rational mind.

The letter was simple yet haunting, with slanted letters that read, "Looking for me, Princess." Her breath caught in her throat, fear intertwining with disbelief. How had someone entered her office without anyone noticing? Could it be the same stalker she feared?

Just then, Victor, opened the door, sensing her distress. He'd always been there, fiercely protective, but today there was an edge of jealousy lurking behind his stern demeanor when he noticed the bouquet on her desk.

"What's going on?" he asked, scanning the room, his eyes zeroing in on the flowers.

"Just a, uh, gift," Khushi said, hesitantly slipping the note into her pocket so he wouldn't worry.

Victor's jaw tightened. "From who?"

"Maybe just a patient," she replied, forcing a casual tone. But the way Victor's gaze hardened made her know that he wasn't buying it.

"Stay in the waiting room, would you? I'll be fine here," she urged, hoping to ease the growing tension between them.

"I'm not leaving you alone," he retorted, an undertone of protectiveness layering his words.

Khushi felt frustration bubbling within her. "Victor, I can handle this."

As he settled into a chair outside her cabin, she returned to her reports, glancing out the glass wall connecting their spaces. Victor stared straight ahead but his brow was furrowed, frustration evident in his posture.

A few minutes later, a patient entered, draped in a black hoodie, the shadow from his cap nearly obscuring his facial features. He walked cautiously, and Khushi felt a wave of unease wash over her. The man sat down, and Victor instinctively put his guard up, since he might not be just an innocent visitor.

"Can I help you?" she asked, but the patient didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his bag, drawing victor's attention.

"Stop!" she commanded, raising her hand, and the man froze, his eyes widening in surprise.

In a shaky voice, he handed over a file. "Just my medical report," he mumbled, looking genuinely taken aback at her reaction.

Reluctantly, Khushi accepted the file and the patient left quietly. She turned back to Victor, crossing her arms. "You didn't need to hover."

"What if he was a threat?" he shot back, his irritation bubbling to the surface.

She rolled her eyes. "This is a hospital, not a battleground, Victor. You can't scare away my patients."

He glared, but finally retreated to the waiting room, arms crossed defiantly as he stared back through the glass. Khushi felt guilty but slightly victorious.

The hours dragged on. Khushi was deep in her work when she caught Victor's figure standing rigidly in the waiting room, aware of his ever-watchful nature. She tried to focus on her reports, but the weight of his gaze was unsettling. After some time, she made a silent gesture for him to sit down-a simple instinct to ease the tension.

Instead, he held up a piece of paper, scrawling "Shouldn't we be at home right now? It's late." Her brow furrowed as she took a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion in her bones.

In response, she wrote back on the white board in her cabin, "I have responsibilities here. I have to treat my patients well."

He nodded but didn't leave his post. Glaring at him momentarily, she felt her irritation fade. It was endearing, yet at times infuriating to have him care so much.

Finally, when they finished for the night, she returned home. Exhaustion clung to her, and after a calming shower, she stepped out onto her balcony for some fresh air. The moon hung high, illuminating the garden below, when she noticed a flicker of movement hiding behind the trees. The shadows danced eerily, and a shiver ran down her spine.

"bodyguard!" she called, her heart racing. "Check outside!"

He was there in a heartbeat, scanning the area but finding nothing. "Nothing's there," he assured her, though worry laced his voice.

"Maybe it was nothing," she whispered, trying to reason with the creeping fear.

Moments passed before she saw Victor moving through the darkness. "Where are you going?" she asked from the balcony.

He looked up and grinned, the teasing in his eyes making her blush. "Missing me already?"

Khushi scoffed, hiding her reddening face. "Just go!"

Then, to her shock, he appeared at her window, a single rose nestled between his teeth. What on earth? Heart racing and mind swirling, her earlier unease transformed into bewildering delight.

"How did you get up there?" she laughed, disbelief flooding her voice.

"I'd say it's part of my impressive bodyguard skills," he said, leaning casually against the frame, a glimmer in his eye.

"Seriously, Victor?" she chuckled, trying to wrap her mind around the absurdity of the situation. "You need to leave."

"Not until I give you this," Victor prodded, stepping closer.

"Please!" she urged, feeling overwhelmed as he handed her the rose. Every fiber of her being wanted to lean closer, to understand this uncharted territory they were navigating.

"I just wanted to see you," he said, a softness enveloping his usually fierce demeanor.

Khushi accepted the rose, her cheeks flaming. "Okay, now go!"

Victor laughed softly, watching her retreating form as she finally relented and waved him off, hoping to hide her giddiness. Alone at last, she jumped onto her bed, rolling in the sheets as a flood of emotions overwhelmed her. The tension, the mystery, the odd thrill that came with Victor's presence-it was nearly intoxicating.

Days passed, each one marred by the sinister presence of her unwanted stalker while the connection with Victor deepened. Their playful banter mixed with moments of tension, his jealousy always bubbling just under the surface. The unexpected emotional roller coaster unnerved Khushi, making it even harder to stay focused at work. She worried not just about the safety she felt with Victor, but about the unseen figure lurking in the shadows.

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