Eternal Love ♡

08♡

In the tense silence that followed Samrat's departure, Abhimaan immediately took out his phone, dialing Raj's number.

"Raj, I need you to follow Samrat. Don't let him out of your sight and report any move he makes. He's gone too far this time and also check my parking area cctvs my car got blasted today and I want freaking ever info ".

"Understood, sir," Raj replied without hesitation. Abhimaan ended the call, his gaze drifting back to the motionless figure of Anaya lying in his arms

He gently touching her cheek , his heart sinking as he gently shook her shoulders. "Anaya? Anaya, wake up. Are you alright?"

But she didn't respond. Her face was pale, her eyes closed, and the impact of the blast had left her unconscious. Abhimaan's protective instincts surged, and he called for backup to send another car immediately.

When the car arrived, Abhimaan carefully lifted Anaya, cradling her close as he carried her inside and instructed the driver to head straight to the hospital. The ride was silent, save for the muffled hum of the engine and the pounding of Abhimaan's heart. He held her hand tightly, his gaze never leaving her face.

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At the hospital, doctors and nurses hurriedly wheeled Anaya into an examination room, leaving Abhimaan waiting with a mix of fear and guilt churning within him. He couldn't shake the thought that his quest for revenge against his father was endangering her. He hadn't wanted her involved, yet here she was, hurt and unconscious because of him. When the doctor finally emerged, Abhimaan stood up, his expression tense.

"She's stable," the doctor informed him, a slight smile of reassurance. "There are no major injuries, but she will need to rest for the next few days. Take good care of her, and keep her away from any stressful situations."

Abhimaan let out a relieved breath. "Thank you, doctor. I'll make sure she's looked after."

As the doctor left, Abhimaan sank into a nearby chair, his mind racing. He was losing control of the situation. Samrat's return had already disrupted his plans, and now he'd nearly lost Anaya. She was his priority, her safety more important than any revenge.

Maybe...maybe this marriage was too dangerous for her. The thought of divorce crossed his mind. He clenched his fists, the idea tearing at him. Divorce would break her heart, he knew that, but he couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt because of his vendetta.

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Meanwhile, back at the Singhania mansion, Abhimaan's mother, Shalini, paced the room nervously, clutching her phone. After ensuring she was alone, she called someone, her voice low.

"Kaam hogya?" she asked.

The voice on the other end replied coldly, "Ji, gaddi toh blast hui thi. Lekin woh log zinda hai. Abhi hospital mein hai."

Fear crept into Shalini's voice. "Lekin woh toh zinda rehne nahi chahiye the, humein sirf gaddi ka blast nahi chahiye tha. Tumne kaam thik se nahi kiya."

"Humne apna kaam kar diya, Shalini ji," the person said, impatience evident in his tone. "Humein bas apne paise chahiye. Agar aapne nahi diye, toh yeh baat sabko pata chalne mein der nahi lagegi."

Shalini swallowed, dread spreading in her chest. "Thik hai, tumhare paise tumhe mil jayenge."

As she ended the call, she heard footsteps. Her husband, Abhimaan's father, entered the room with a questioning look.

"Kisse paise dene hai, Shalini?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

Startled, Shalini attempted to hide her phone, but it was too late. "Woh...kuch nahi. Bas thoda business ka kaam tha."

"Business ka kaam, ya kuch aur?" he asked, crossing his arms, his expression skeptical.

She managed a weak smile. "Bas kuch zaroori baat thi. Tum kyun chinta kar rahe ho?"

His gaze sharpened, but he didn't push further. He just simply nodded and said " Oh alright " and then went into the washroom

Shalini muttered " baab re vach gyin [ Little did she knew Apki lagne wali hai aunty je ]
, but also a thoight coveted her if Abhimaan ever discovered the involvement gas her hand , there would be no forgiveness.

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Back at the hospital, Abhimaan sat by Anaya's side as she lay unconscious. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his expression a mix of affection and remorse.

"I'm sorry, Anaya," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I could keep you safe. But maybe the only way to protect you...is to set you free."

As he sat beside her, he made up his mind. When Anaya woke, he would discuss the possibility of divorce with her. He would find a way to handle Samrat and his father's betrayal alone, without dragging her further into the darkness of his family's secrets.

Anaya stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. When she finally focused on him, her gaze was filled with confusion and worry.

"Abhimaan...what happened? The explosion..." she whispered, her voice weak.

Abhimaan held her hand, his expression serious. "You're safe now, Anaya. Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on getting better."

She gave a slight nod, her eyes searching his face. "But...what about you? You were right there with me..."

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Nothing can happen to me as long as I know you're safe." He tightened his hold on her hand. "Rest now. I'll be here."

She nodded, exhaustion pulling her back into sleep, unaware of the difficult decision he had made for both their sakes.

Abhimaan gazed down at her, his resolve strengthening. He had to protect her, even if it meant letting her go.
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