His heart twisted painfully. He cupped her cheek with his free hand, eyes wide with a flicker of panic.
"I'm so sorry," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Did I hurt you?"
Her lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile that pierced him deeper than any...
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The city lights blurred outside the car window as he leaned back, jaw clenched, blood still warm on his knuckles. He held the phone tight against his ear.
"Mark," his voice was sharp, dangerous, layered with fury, "Did you find the bastard who stabbed her?"
Mark's response was hesitant, the fear in his tone palpable, "Not yet, boss. We've got a few leads, CCTV footage is being cross-checked... but nothing concrete-"
"I don't give a damn about leads," Yuvan growled. "I want his name. I want his breath. The moment you find him, bring him alive. I want to look him in the eyes before I rip them out."
Mark swallowed hard on the other end, "Understood, sir."
"And yes inform Maa that she's fine now, resting in my room."
"Calling her", Mark replied instantly.
Yuvan hung up.
By the time he reached his estate, the gates opened like always at the sight of his car, the guards bowing their heads in fear and respect. The moment he stepped out, his boots clicked on the marble as he walked with that same cold grace, exuding dominance, but tonight... the air around him was heavier, darker. He looked down at his blood-splattered shirt, then buttoned his black coat over it.
Entered the house, the whole mansion was silent, only the sound of clocks were ticking. Moving towards his room, thinking of her, nearly desperate to see her sleeping peacefully.
The door clicked shut behind him as he entered the dimly lit room, his shadow stretching across the floor like a warning. The silence wrapped around him, eerily cold. He didn't need lights to know where she was-he could sense her pain like it was etched into his own bones.
Suman sat curled on the bed, knees to her chest, hair a tangled mess, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears that had long dried on her skin. The moonlight slipping in through the curtains kissed her figure in silver, making her look heartbreakingly fragile.
He slowly walked toward her, unclasping the button of his blood-stained suit with tired fingers. The dried smudges on his shirt cuffs screamed the aftermath of his fury-but none of that mattered now. Not when she looked at him like that.
Her voice came before he could reach her.
"What happened to you, Are you ok ?" She asks him as soon as she sees his bloody shirt, forgetting the things that she's crying for, her voice full of worry.
"I'm alright but you're not, what happened, why you're crying, little one?" He replied being concerned.
"I heard what he said," she whispered, almost like a ghost of herself. " Uncle- said they'll use me to get to you... and maybe they already are. Maybe I'm the reason this happened. Maybe I let them in. I-" Her voice cracked mid-sentence. "What if I've become your biggest weakness?"
