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Samar stood like a statue—tall, silent, still.
Both arms folded across his chest, eyes fixed on the fragile figure lying on the grand bed. His expression, unreadable. Cold. Impassive.
The nurse sat beside Dhara, gently brushing back the damp strands of hair from her forehead.
“Relax,” she whispered softly, trying to soothe her.
But Dhara was barely conscious. Her mind was floating somewhere between pain and darkness. The heaviness in her limbs was unbearable. Her body didn’t obey her anymore. The voices around her sounded distant… like echoes underwater.
“Aah…”
A faint groan escaped her lips. Her brows tightened. Her eyelashes fluttered—but her eyelids refused to lift.
Her fingers weakly pressed against her stomach as a sharp wave of pain gripped her. Her body tensed all over again.
Samar didn’t move.
He simply stared at her, his eyes betraying nothing.
Then he raised one hand slightly—signaling.
The nurse and doctor both understood. Without a word, they bowed and stepped out, leaving the room in complete silence.
As the door clicked shut, Samar slowly walked toward the bed. His footsteps were soundless, like a shadow approaching.
Another choked sigh left Dhara’s lips.
Her body was trembling, the pain and weakness still pulling her under. But amidst the ache, something strange happened.
Her breath—once erratic and labored—suddenly slowed… softened.
Because she felt something.
A gentle pressure on her closed eyelids.
Warm. Soft. Careful.
Samar’s lips pressed to one eye… then the other. Not with passion, not with longing—but something far more haunting.
As if he was silencing her pain.
As if, just for that moment, he wanted her agony to pass through him instead.
It wasn’t love.
But it was something far more dangerous.
Possession.
She felt it.
Her trembling body calmed.
And after a struggle, her eyelids finally opened—just a little. A blurred, golden haze surrounded her. The soft glow of chandeliers. Carved ceilings. Velvet curtains. Marble floors.
Everything was hazy—until she saw him.
A tall figure, dark against the light, standing beside her like a stone statue.
Slowly… her vision cleared.
She blinked once. Twice.
And then—her chest stilled.
Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.
Samar.
He stood there, exactly the way her memory had left him. Arms crossed. Eyes emotionless. Jaw firm.
Watching her.
As if nothing had changed.
As if her entire madness to reach him hadn’t shaken him even slightly.
Her gaze searched his face for warmth, for worry—for anything.
But there was nothing.
Only that same cold silence.
Her lips parted slightly, a dry whisper wanting to escape… but no sound came. She could only stare.
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