𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 "𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
✿𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄✿
ᴠɪᴋʀᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴛᴀᴘ sɪɴɢʜ was a man shaped by shadows-ruthless, calculating, and unyieldingly cold. In his world, softness was a weakness, and mercy was a foreign concept. He had c...
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As I emerged from the dark, suffocating basement, the sunlight hit us. It flooded over us, warm and blinding, a stark contrast to the shadows we'd just escaped. I felt Jaanvi's fragile weight cradled in my arms, her head resting against my chest, her breath steady but weak. The other girls clung to me, their faces streaked with dirt and tears, but their eyes were filled with relief and a spark of courage they hadn't had before.
My eyes adjusted to the brightness, and I quickly scanned the faces waiting above ground. Abhimanyu stood closest, his eyes wide with worry and relief, his body tense. Aayansh was right beside him. Sir was there, his face as stern and unreadable as ever, but I could sense the weight of the situation bearing down on him.
But then, my gaze fell on two more familiar figures Abhay and Jayesh. Not a surprise, really.
I could feel the tension in the air thickening, a mix of relief, anger, and questions waiting to be asked. But at that moment, I just needed to breathe, to ensure Jaanvi and the others were safe.
I felt Jaanvi being taken away from me, slipping from my embrace. But I couldn't bear to let her go, not now, not ever. I held her tighter, refusing to release her, my arms wrapped around her like a shield.
I looked up to find her sir reaching for her, his hands trembling as he tried to pull her away, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken fear. Jaanvi was still unconscious, her body limp against mine, and I could see the worry etched into every line of his face.
Slowly, reluctantly, I loosened my grip, my heart breaking as I surrendered her to him. It felt like I was handing over a piece of my soul, my most cherished possession, Jaanvi.
I watched her body being taken from me, her warmth slipping away and leaving my embrace cold and hollow. A sharp pain gripped my chest, a deep, aching void spreading through me.
For nine long years, I had loved her, cherished every moment, every memory. The agony was almost unbearable, but then my eyes fell on Sir. What must he feel? He had known her since the very first breath she took, had watched over her, protected her every step of the way.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath to steady myself. "We need to get them to the hospital," I said. Heads nodded in agreement, and I saw a flicker of determination in everyone's eyes. Abhimanyu, Sir, and I moved toward my car, with Sir holding Jaanvi's limp body against his chest, cradling her with the tenderness of a father.
The others hurried to their cars, guiding the rescued girls inside. We all moved as one, a silent promise of safety and care.
