𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
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Chandipur had always been a quiet place, the kind of village where whis...
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The morning air felt different today. Maybe it was because I had spent the entire night praying, or maybe because my heart still hadn't recovered from the horror of yesterday. I woke up feeling numb, exhaustion settling deep in my bones, but the thought of Adhiraj lying in that hospital bed pushed me to move.
After freshening up, I dressed in the simplest saree I could find, nothing else mattered except seeing him. My swollen eyes were proof of the night I had spent crying, but I didn't care. Salim Baig was already waiting for me outside, and without another word, I stepped into the car.
My mind drifted back to last night when the commissioner had come to meet us. He had spoken highly of Adhiraj's bravery, even mentioning that the CM wanted to meet him personally. But his words did nothing to ease my anger. Because of their negligence, Devraj had escaped, and Adhiraj had almost lost his life. I had forced a small smile, but inside, I was still furious.
No one was allowed to meet Adhiraj yesterday. The doctors insisted that he needed rest, and since he was a VIP case, they had been extra cautious. Even I had to hold myself back, no matter how much I wanted to sit beside him all night.
I was beyond grateful to God that he was still breathing, but that didn't take away the pain he had endured. The doctors had warned us that though he was stable, the bullet wounds had weakened him severely. His recovery will take time. The next few days are crucial. He needs complete rest, no stress, and regular monitoring, they had informed us. IV drips were the only thing keeping his body balanced right now.
Back at home, Rithvik had been preparing for a media conference to address the situation. The entire world was waiting for answers. The attack on Adhiraj had shaken not just our family but also the business and political circles. Baba-sa had been by his side, making sure that every detail was handled carefully.
A lot of damage control had to be done, Adhiraj wasn't just a man; he was a name, a power, a force that people followed. His attack had caused an uproar. Investors were concerned, the stock market was fluctuating, and security measures around the family had been tightened. Baba-sa and Rithvik had been handling everything with precision, but I knew their hearts were just as restless as mine.
As the car approached the hospital, my heart started pounding erratically. I had waited so long to see him, yet now that I was about to, my hands were trembling. Would he be awake? Would he be able to talk? Would he look at me the same way?
I swallowed hard. I just needed to see him, to hold his hand and tell him that I was here.
That we all were.
That he wasn't alone.
And that no matter what, I would never let him go.
The hospital smelled of antiseptic, an odor that I had grown to despise. Each step I took felt heavier than the last as I walked through the cold, sterile corridors. My fingers were trembling, my breath uneven. The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the silence, making my heart clench even tighter.
