𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

Double trouble couple

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The morning sunlight spilled into the hospital room, its warmth contrasting the cold, calculated discussions taking place within. Ayan sat upright on his bed, looking anything but a patient. Gone were the generic hospital pajamas, replaced with silk designer nightwear worth more than most people's monthly salaries. His expression was sharp, his posture commanding, as though he were presiding over a board meeting.

Across from him, Suraj scrolled through his tablet, listing updates. "We've successfully reallocated the funds for the offshore accounts. The shell companies are airtight, but the timing of transfers needs to stay precise. If anyone digs into this, we'll need to lean heavily on our lobbying connections to divert scrutiny."

Ayan nodded, his mind already jumping ahead. "Keep the media distracted. Malika and Abhi are working on the ground to make sure there's no whisper of my condition. If the investors catch wind that I'm hurt, it'll rattle them. We need their confidence now more than ever."

Suraj added, "We've also secured the President's assurances for the land approvals. But it hinges on those campaign promises. The PR angle is crucial-one misstep, and the opposition will use it to bury us."

Ayan's eyes darkened, his voice low and commanding. "I've kept my promises so far, haven't I? The President needs us more than we need him, and he knows it. If he plays games, we pull the plug on the corporate funding, and he'll be out of the race before it begins."

Suraj gave a small nod, impressed yet cautious. "Still, boss, we need allies in the media, better is she agrees to sign under us"

Ayan leaned back slightly, his fingers drumming against the bed's metal frame. "She'll sign. If not willingly, we'll make her an offer she can't refuse."

The room was silent except for the soft hum of hospital equipment. Then Ayan's phone rang. He answered sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"What do you mean it's delayed? I don't want excuses I want solutions. If you can't handle it, I'll find someone who can." His tone grew harsher, almost venomous. "Do I make myself clear?" He hung up, tossing the phone onto the bedside table, irritation etched on his face.

The nurse quietly entered the room to check his vitals, keeping her movements minimal, almost invisible in his intimidating presence.

Just as Ayan was about to continue the conversation with Suraj, the sound of heels clicking down the hallway reached his ears. His sharp gaze snapped to the door as Arohi entered, with medicines. "ha maa mein aajaongi tu chinta kyu kar rahi hai"

[ play the song above for more fun ]

The transformation was instantaneous. Ayan flopped back against the pillows, clutching his side with an exaggerated groan.

"Oh, God," he moaned, his voice weak and trembling. "Nurse... nurse! Am I okay? Am I going to die?"

The nurse froze, momentarily startled. "No, no, sir, your vitals are stable-"

Ayan cut her off dramatically, pointing to his chest. "muhje lagtA HAI MERA BP high hogya hai, heart- ouch ouch i think mujhe abb heart attack ayega"

Then he gestured to his left arm, his expression grave.

The nurse blinked, confused. "No, sir, you're perfectly fine. Your blood pressure is actually-"

"Fine? I am anything but fine," Ayan interrupted, his voice rising in faux disbelief. "I don't think you're taking this seriously, Nurse! Call a specialist! My condition could be critical."

Arohi froze for a moment, her brows knitting together as she observed him. Despite herself, a flicker of concern surfaced-but suspicion quickly followed. She had heard his commanding voice just moments ago, his words echoing through the hallway.