His Wife

Chapter 6

Rajveer's POV

As we stepped into the hospital, the smell of antiseptic hit me first—a scent that always made me uneasy. But today, there was something else—an invisible weight, heavier than usual. The tension of what had happened to Advika's father weighed on all of us.

I walked in with my family, my mother leading the way. My eyes scanned the hallway, searching for her, and there she was—Advika. She stood outside the hospital room, her face pale, eyes red from crying. The bubbly, cheerful girl I had seen at the party was gone, replaced by someone fragile, trembling with the fear of uncertainty.

Seeing her like that struck something deep in me. I had seen her laughing, talking so freely, full of life. Her smile had lit up the entire party that night, her eyes sparkling as she interacted with my family, so carefree. Now, all that energy seemed drained, leaving only pain and fear. My chest tightened at the sight of her, and I couldn't explain why.

Before I think more about her  my mother, approach her. I watched as she pulled Advika into her arms, her comforting voice softly assuring her, "It's going to be okay, beta. He's strong. He'll come back to us."

Advika's sobs broke through her facade, and she collapsed into my mother's embrace, letting out all the pain she'd been holding in. I could hear her quiet sobs, and it hurt more than I expected. I wanted to do something, anything, to help her—but I didn't know how. Instead, I stood there, helpless, watching her find solace in my mother's arms.

As they stood like that, the doctor stepped out of the room, his expression unreadable. Everyone, including me, turned toward him, hoping for good news.

The doctor cleared his throat and said, "His condition is stable for now, but he's still unconscious. We've done everything we can, but if he doesn't wake up in a few hours, there may be complications. We'll monitor him closely. Please remain hopeful."

I could see the effect those words had on Advika. She tensed up, her breath hitching as though the world was closing in on her. The doctor gave us a sympathetic nod before heading back into the room.

I wanted to walk over, to tell her it would be fine. But just as I was about to take a step forward, my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw Rudra's name flashing. His message was short, direct: "Warehouse. Urgent. Info on the shooting."

My mind shifted back to the danger, the constant threat looming over all of us, especially after Advika's father had been shot. I didn't want to leave her like this, but this was something that couldn't wait.

I walked a few steps away from my family and picked up the call.

"What do you have for me, Rudra?" My voice was low, trying not to disturb the others.

"I got intel. You need to come to the warehouse right now," he said, his voice tense. "It's about the day of the shooting—some leads that might explain what happened. We need to act fast."

I glanced back at Advika. She was still in my mother's arms, her sobs quieter now, but her pain was still raw. My stomach twisted with the thought of leaving her in this state, but I knew what I had to do.

"I'll be there," I replied, hanging up and taking a deep breath.

The warehouse had answers, and I had to find out who was responsible for this. I couldn't let the people behind this walk free, especially when it involved her. This wasn't just about revenge—it was about protecting everything that mattered.

I cast one last glance at Advika before walking out of the hospital, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions I couldn't even begin to explain. But one thing was clear: whoever did this would pay, and I would make sure of it.