Sensual Destiny | 18+

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 - 55)

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Total words - 1600+

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Author's Pov.

Adhiraj stood outside the Operation Theater, pacing like a madman. His eyes were bloodshot, his hands still trembling. The gift box sat beside him — unopened now — as if the air had been sucked out of his world.

The doors opened.

In came his mother, Amrita, panic-stricken, with Arjun Singh Rathore following close behind.

“Adhiraj!” Amrita grabbed his arm, “Where is she? Where’s Priya?”

He didn’t respond at first. He just stared at the closed OT doors.

“Adhiraj, talk to me!”

“She’s inside… they’re operating on her,” he said, voice dry. “She was found unconscious… blood loss…”

By then, the Ghoshal family rushed in.

“Where’s my daughter?!” Anuradha Ghoshal cried, tears already streaming down her face. Abhay Ghoshal held her back as she tried to run to the door.

Adhiraj turned toward them, his face broken.

“She’s inside. She hasn’t opened her eyes since the accident.”

“What happened?! How the hell did this happen?” shouted Abeer, walking up to him, grabbing him by the collar.
“She was coming back to YOU! And this—this is what happens?”

Amrita tried to intervene. “Abeer, not now. Please—”

“No Aunty, My sister is lying there because of him and his enemies! Bcz of his illegal connection!!”

Adhiraj didn’t retaliate. He just lowered his head.
He wasn't ready for this but now the guilt is killing him.

Abeer let go of him, his anger dissolving into helplessness.

Arushi and Araav, came rushing in, followed by Bhavna and Pranav Singh Rathore. Abhimaan walked in after them holding Ridhima who was shaking terribly and is crying continuously.

Amrita wiped her tears and walked over to Anuradha. Both mothers held each other.

“She was fine this morning. She said she’ll be back by evening. She… she even sounded excited.” Anuradha whispered, almost to herself.

“She will be fine. Our Priya is strong,” Amrita said, though her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Adhiraj just stood there, frozen. His fists clenched. His world collapsing behind his calm exterior.

The operation light above the door still glowed red.

Minutes turned into an hour.

Then two.

Not a single word from inside.

People came and went. Some prayed silently. Some cried. But Adhiraj didn’t sit, didn’t speak. He just stared at that door like he could will it to open.

And finally… it did.

The surgeon stepped out, removing his gloves.

Everyone rushed forward.

“Doctor?!” Adhiraj asked first.

The man looked at him, his expression unreadable.

“We did our best. She’s stable for now. But… we need to talk”