𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• V I R A J •
I couldn't breath.
The moment I heard his scream. My own brother scream something inside me broke just broke. It wasn't a crack or a scream. It was silent. Like the moment between a heartbeat and a flatline.
My ears kept ringing. My hands won't stop shaking. I could still here the metallic crash voice. His voice is repeating in my head.
" Why us Bhai? "
" Mailaka was right. We're cursed Bhai. The Raghuvanshi we don't deserve love. We just... We just destroy everything we touch "
"She used his... his suicide to trap me"
I tightly grasps the phone in my hand. The thunder roared in the sky. I dialed Dheeraj number before he could say anything Ask anything I started.
"Track down Shivaansh's phone. Or his car. I don't care how just find him," I growled, my voice low and razor-sharp.
"Send the ambulance now. And not just any ambulance-get the best damn trauma team in the city on wheels. I want the top doctor there before I even arrive. You have two minutes, Dheeraj. Two."
"Y-Yes sir," he stammered.
I didn't wait for another word,I ended the call.
Snatching the car keys, I stormed out of the room, my footsteps heavy with panic and fury. My heart pounded like a war drum, thunderous and wild, as though it was trying to break free from my chest.
I burst through the front doors of the mansion, the cold air slapping my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. I wasn't just scared. I was burning. A million worst-case scenarios clawed at my mind as I rushed toward the car.
Please don't let it be too late. Please...
"Sir!" I heard a scream following me.
"The weather is too bad, sir-you can't drive like this!"
But I didn't care. My jaw tightened as I turned sharply, glaring at the bodyguard soaked in the rain.
"I'm not asking for your opinion," Viraj snapped, his voice like thunder.
"Just do your job and stay out of mine."
Without waiting for a response, I yanked open the car door, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed it shut. The downpour battered the windshield like a warning, but I didn't flinch. I shoved the key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life.
The wipers screeched across the windshield, barely keeping up with the sheets of rain crashing against the glass. My grip on the steering wheel was brutal, my knuckles white, the leather screaming beneath my fists.
