Ahaan~ CH-8

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Today was one of the most thrilling days of my life—my plan was finally set in motion. I despised that man more than anything. If I could, I would have killed him, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted him to suffer, to feel the pain of losing his sister. Just as I was enjoying the thought of my revenge, I got a call from one of my trusted men.

"Sir, we've done what you asked," he said. I replied, "Great, just keep an eye on him and his family. I’ll be there in ten minutes," before hanging up. I headed straight to the hospital, knowing that’s where his family would take him.

When I arrived at the hospital, I didn’t need to ask for directions—I already knew every corner of the place and was aware of his condition. As I entered his room, I saw his lifeless body lying on the bed. It filled me with satisfaction, but then his mother interrupted my thoughts.

“Who are you, and why are you here?” she asked, her eyes filled with tears.

I responded, "I’m Ahaan. You probably don’t know me, but I’m the one responsible for your son Aayush’s accident." Shock spread across his parents' faces, and his mother said, "What... how dare you... I’ll call the police!"

I replied calmly, "Don’t bother. They won’t do anything to me. But you can do something if you want your son to live. He’s in a coma right now, but if you don’t do as I say, he won’t survive, and I won’t care one bit."

With fear in her voice, she asked, "What do you want... why are you doing this to us?" I cut her off, "No more questions. Just know this—Aisha can fix everything. I need her to sign these papers." She took the papers, her face paling as she read them.

Before she could ask more, I said, "No... no more questions. Decide quickly—do you want your son to live or not? The choice is yours." And with that, I left the room.

As I was heading to the elevator to leave, I bumped into Aisha. She seemed shocked to see me there, but I wasn’t surprised at all. We exchanged some words—though it hardly felt like a conversation. She was clearly confused by my presence and my demeanor, but I didn’t let it bother me. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Deep down, there was a strange sense of guilt whenever I looked at her, but I couldn’t afford to change my mind now.

Afterwards, I went to the doctor to ask about Aayush’s condition, even though I knew he wouldn’t wake up from his coma for at least two months. After a brief conversation with the doctor, I headed back towards Aayush’s room.

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