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*I’ll follow you and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.*
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AUTHOR POV
Sanjana was leaning on the backrest of the sofa in the living room. The clock had ticked past 8 p.m., and there was still no sign of Veer returning from the office. Her phone lay beside her — silent. She had already called him five times, each call going unanswered.
A strange unease curled in her stomach. The quietness of the mansion felt louder than ever tonight.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Her heart jumped. She rushed to the main door and pulled it open — only to be met with a sight that left her breathless.
Veer — bruised, bloodied, and barely conscious — was being carried by his bodyguard, who had one arm wrapped tightly around his waist, supporting his weight.
Sanjana gasped, stepping back quickly to let them in. Words failed her.
"Ma’am, please move aside," the bodyguard said, his voice strained.
She simply nodded, frozen, and watched as they helped Veer onto the long couch in the hall. Within minutes, a doctor arrived, rushing past her with a medical bag in hand. The mansion's staff moved quickly, clearing space and bringing towels, water, and first-aid supplies.
Sanjana didn’t move. She stood against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface, her hands clutched tightly to her chest. Her lips moved silently, whispering words to herself over and over.
“Please be okay… please be okay…”
Tears threatened to spill, but she held them back. She couldn’t fall apart now. Not when Veer needed her strong.
From across the room, she could see the blood staining his shirt, the gash across his forehead, and the deep bruises along his arm. It was more than just a small injury — this was an attack.
As the doctor worked, barking orders and stitching wounds, Sanjana remained still. Watching. Praying.
Moments later, the doctor turned around and gave a nod. “He’s stable now. He just needs rest. I’ll come back in the morning.”
The bodyguard helped carry Veer upstairs to their room. Sanjana followed slowly behind, her eyes never leaving her husband’s face.
Once Veer was settled in bed, unconscious but breathing steadily, the bodyguard turned to leave. But Sanjana stopped him at the door.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice a whisper, yet firm.
The bodyguard hesitated. Then he looked down and replied quietly, “It wasn’t an accident, ma’am. Someone wanted him dead.”
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~ BETRAYED MARRIAGE ~
Romance"Veer ji..." He turned, his gaze still guarded. "I am not talking about this... I am talking about the mistake I did." Veer's eyes sharpened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "Not even in my life." Sanjana's heart sank, but she knew she...
