UNWILLINGLY HIS

Disappearing act (Samaira's gone)

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The sterile air in the hospital room felt cold and foreign to Samaira as she waited outside the operating theater. Her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of thoughts, each more chaotic than the last. She hadn’t expected any of this. One moment, she was caught in a web of power and intrigue, and the next, she was holding the life of the man who had once betrayed her in her hands.

Her heart raced as she waited, pacing anxiously outside the door. The reality of the situation seemed to settle over her in waves. Advait was alive. That was all that mattered for now. She could see the flashes of the chaos, the attack, the blood... But she had to keep her focus on what was ahead. *He has to be okay*, she kept telling herself. Once he was stable, once he was conscious, she could leave.

Her body was tired, but her mind wouldn’t stop. She had to get away. She couldn’t let herself stay in this dangerous world, tied to someone like Advait Shekhawat. No matter how much her heart wavered when she saw him fight to protect her, no matter how his strength and determination stirred something inside her, she knew one thing: he was still a dangerous man. And she was trapped.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to the operating room opened, and a nurse stepped out, offering Samaira a brief but polite smile.

“Mrs. Shekhawat,” she began, her tone soft yet laced with concern, “Mr. Shekhawat is asking for you.”

In the patient details form, Samaira marked her relationship with him as his wife as what else could she have written there, a woman who was betrayed by him?

The title Mrs. Shekhawat caught Samaira off guard for a second but, but she quickly masked her emotions. “I’ll go right in,” she replied, her voice steady.

The nurse’s expression softened. “He’s awake now. He’s going to need rest, but it would do him good to see you.”

Samaira’s heart thudded in her chest as she entered the room. Advait lay there, still looking pale but no longer unconscious. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze immediately found her, though he didn’t say anything at first. His breathing was shallow, the effect of the blood loss still evident on his face.

For a brief moment, they just looked at each other. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Samaira..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

She stepped closer to his bedside, her hands instinctively reaching for his pillow to adjust it, careful not to aggravate any of his injuries. "Advait, you need to rest. We’ll talk later, okay? Just lie back."

Her words were firm, her heart hammering as she tried to keep her own emotions in check. She needed him to be okay. Then, and only then, would she leave.No matter how much she despised him, but she was a doctor, and couldn't let someone die in front of her, if she can let alone save the person.

His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but they didn’t leave her. There was a silence between them, and Samaira could feel the weight of it, the unspoken things both of them had been avoiding. His gaze lingered on her bridal lehenga, the red fabric stained and torn in places from the events that had unfolded. She noticed the softening of his expression but chose not to acknowledge it.

"Do you want me to inform anyone?" she asked, breaking the silence, trying to keep her own emotions at bay.

His voice was barely audible as he replied, “Just... Rohit. Inform Rohit.”