I'll Be Your Man

29. Torture

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The scars they bear are nothing compared to the pain they inflicted, but justice doesn't settle for equality-it demands retribution.

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Karan's Pov:

I don't know why she's so focused on learning about these last six months. I never intended to tell her everything, especially the parts that would only make her feel guilty. But Kartik...well, he went ahead and said it all. Knowing Preeta, she must've worked her way around him.

As I look down at the tray of hospital food, my stomach churns. Just the smell of it makes me question how anyone would eat this, let alone Preeta. No, my wife deserves better than this tasteless mess.

I wave over the nurse, pushing the tray back into her hands. "My wife will not have any of this...whatever you call it," I tell her firmly. There's no way she's eating this.

The nurse just stares back, but she knows by now that arguing with me is useless. Within minutes, I'm in the hospital kitchen, watching the head chef prepare something that not only meets her dietary needs but actually looks edible.

Then I hear Ankit's voice from behind me. "Seriously, Karan?" His eyebrows are furrowed, and he's eyeing me like I've lost my mind.

I turn to him, keeping my tone indifferent. "What?" I say, trying to brush off whatever lecture he's gearing up for.

He grabs my arm, pulling me to a quiet corner of the kitchen, his grip tight. "You called the head chef of a five-star hotel to make hospital food?" He glares at me, exasperated.

I shrug him off, my voice steady. "It's not just any food. It's nutritious and way better than what they're serving here."

Ankit lets out a disbelieving laugh, crossing his arms as he looks at me. "So, this chef is just going to wave a magic wand and make hospital food taste gourmet?"

I meet his gaze with a calm stare. "Yes. He has methods. And he can prepare recipes that meet her health requirements."

He just shakes his head, smirking as he walks away. "Bro, you are whipped," he mutters, half amused.

Whipped? Me? I'm just making sure Preeta gets the best, that's all. This isn't about being whipped; it's about taking care of her.

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"Karan..." Preeta said sternly, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yes, Babydoll?" I replied, raising an eyebrow, not entirely sure where this was going.

"What did you do in the hospital?" she asked, her gaze fixed on me as if daring me to dodge the question.

I shrugged, trying to look casual. "Nothing much, why are you asking?"

She studied me, unconvinced. "Because, as far as I know about hospital food, this looks appetizing and doesn't look bland," she pointed out, her eyes narrowing.

I couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto my face. "That's good, right? What's wrong with that?"

She crossed her arms, her expression shifting to a mix of frustration and amusement. "It's against the rules!"