༺𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃"𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒༻
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"Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him.
He s...
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The phone vibrated in my pocket. I answered, pressing the Bluetooth button with my left hand.
"Sir, she's awake," Awasthy reported. Relief washed over me, and I placed my hand back on the bike's handlebar.
"I’ll be there in 10 minutes," I replied, and he hung up, already aware of where I was heading.
My grip tightened on the handlebars as I pushed the bike faster. I was nearing Bhopal, but the hospital was still a half-hour away.
My speedometer read 70, but that wasn’t enough—I needed to be with her. The wind whipped against my face, stinging my skin, but I didn’t care.
My eyes started to blur from exhaustion, but I rubbed them, refusing to slow down. I couldn’t rest, not when my girl had just been in an accident, losing part of her heart.
A lump formed in my throat as I thought of how she would cope with it—she wasn’t one to cry. She’d only grow colder, burying her pain deeper.
I could feel my heartbeat racing with each passing second, my mind spiraling with thoughts. My hands began to tremble as I remembered that he was gone.
I had already instructed Manav, Mr. Shekhawat, and sir's best friend to gather at the Vyas mansion.
But how would I tell her that she had lost her f...
The adrenaline coursed through me, but I reminded myself—I needed to be there for her, strong and steady.
When I reached the hospital, Awasthy was waiting.
"This way, sir," he said, and I followed him quickly, nervous about facing her, yet driven by an urge to see her, hold her, and shield her from any more pain.
I barely registered the bustling hospital around me, my focus only on Awasthy’s path. He stopped outside a room, giving me a nod. I took a steadying breath, opened the door, and there she was—standing by the hospital bed. Her right ankle and elbow were bandaged.
Without a second thought, I was hugging her tightly, my hand instinctively finding its way to her back.
"Are you okay? Is it hurting? Do we need a different hospital? Are you feeling weak?" I asked in a rush.
When she didn’t respond, I pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes—hazel brown, and heartbreakingly lifeless.
I cupped her face gently and whispered, "Say something, jaan."
