𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

23. KILLER

RAJVEER S. RAJVANSH'S POV

I sat beside Prashi's hospital bed, my eyes fixed on her peaceful face. She was still unconscious, and the thought of it was tearing me apart.

As I gazed at her, my mind wandered back to the first time I saw her. She walked into my office, a bright smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eyes. I was taken aback by her bubbly personality, her loud laughter, and her beauty.

She was totally opposite of me, day by day it was getting hard to ignore her presence, her little efforts to present herself in the best way.

But I tried to brush it off, to deny the way my heart skipped a beat when she smiled at me. I told myself I was being ridiculous, that she was just my assistant.

But the truth was, I was drawn to her from the start. I was captivated by her charm, her kindness, and her generosity. And I didn't know how to handle it.

So I did what I always did when I felt vulnerable - I put up a wall. I was rude to her, distant, and cold.
I tried to insult her. Gave her more and more work. I tried to make her hate me, to push her away.

But it didn't work. She just smiled and laughed, and slowly but surely, she chipped away at my defenses.

I remembered the way she'd look at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and her lips curled up in a smile. I remembered the way she'd tease me, playfully poking fun at my serious demeanor.

And I realized, I wasn't rude to her because I hated her. I was rude because I wanted to hate her. I wanted to hate the way she made me feel, the way she made me want to be a better person.

But I couldn't hate her. I couldn't hate the one person who saw past my facade, who saw the real me.

The memory of her getting drunk came flooding back, and I couldn't help but smile. It was the night of the home party, and Prashi had let loose, cursing me out for over working her. She had gotten drunk, and in a moment of unguarded honest, she had looked up at me with sparkling eyes and said, "Rajveer, you're so handsome."

I remembered feeling like I was on cloud nine, like I was walking on air. No one had ever looked at me like that before, no one had ever made me feel so seen.

Everyone just seems me as the heir of "ROAR" the upcoming chairman of RAJVANSH EMPIRE. I am nothing without that title rajvansh. The money, the power, the fame. They all belong to me because I am rajvansh. But she was different she sees me like I am rajveer not RAJVEER S. RAJVANSH.

When she let out that praise and fell upon me unconscious. In that moment, I knew I couldn't let anyone take Prashi away from me. I couldn't let anyone else see her, touch her, or make her smile. She was mine, and I would do anything to keep her by my side.

I remembered the way my heart had swelled with pride, the way my chest had puffed out with possessiveness. I had felt like a caveman, wanting to beat my chest and declare to the world that Prashi was mine.

And now, as I sat beside her hospital bed, I knew that feeling had only intensified. I couldn't lose her, I couldn't let anything happen to her. She was my everything, my reason for being.

It had been two days since I heard the news - two days since my world was shattered.

The doctor's words still echoed in my mind: "Mr. Rajveer, I'm sorry to inform you that Prashi was pregnant, but she's lost the baby."

I felt like I had been living in a nightmare since then. Prashi had been unconscious for two days, and I had been by her side the entire time, praying for her to wake up.

I remembered the feeling of numbness that had washed over me when I heard the news. I had never even known she was pregnant, and the thought of losing a child, our child, was devastating.

As I looked at Prashi, I felt a surge of emotions. I was angry, sad, and helpless all at once. I didn't know how to process this loss, how to comfort Prashi when she woke up.

I took her hand in mine, feeling a sense of desperation. I wanted her to wake up, to talk to me, to tell me how she was feeling. I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her how much I loved her.

But she just lay there, silent and still. I felt like I was losing my mind, like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

I whispered to her, "Prashi, please wake up. Please come back to me. I need you." But there was only silence.

Suddenly, I was startled by Vikram's sudden entrance into the hospital room. "Rajveer bhai, can I talk to you outside for a minute?" he asked, his expression serious.

I hesitated, not wanting to leave Prashi's side. But Vikram's tone was insistent, and I knew I had to hear what he had to say.

I followed him out into the hospital corridor, my mind racing with possibilities. "What is it, Vikram?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low.

"I've got some information," Vikram said, his eyes scanning the corridor before focusing on me. "I know who tried to kill you and Prashi."

My heart skipped a beat. "Who?" I demanded.

Vikram's expression was grim. "It was Robert, our house manager."

I felt like I'd been chocked around my neck. Robert? The man who had been by my side for years, who had been entrusted with my security?

"Why?" I asked, trying to process this betrayal.

Vikram shook his head. "I don't know yet, but Ruhan and vikram are working on it. We'll find out the reason soon."

I couldn't believe it. Robert, of all people. I had trusted him with my life, and he had tried to take it.

A wave of anger washed over me, followed by a sense of determination. I would make sure Robert paid for what he had done. I would make sure he never hurt anyone I loved again.

"You don't need to do anything," I told Vikram. "I'll take care of it. I want to know everything myself."
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~to be continued