**Alishba's POV**
"**Reyhan!**"
The name slipped from my lips like a broken whisper. It couldn't be. My knees buckled. My chest tightened. But there he was—Reyhan. Lying unconscious. Hooked to machines. Pale. Fragile. A ghost of the boy I once knew. My legs moved before my mind could catch up, taking me toward him, trembling with every step.
I reached his bedside and gently took his cold hand in mine.
"Hey... handsome," I choked, tears spilling freely. "What happened to you?"
His lashes fluttered for a second. And then—his breathing hitched. A wheezing, choking gasp escaped him. My heart stopped.
"**Reyhan?**" I called out in panic.
His body jerked slightly, blood suddenly trickling from his nose. Then his lips. A thin stream at first, then more.
"**Reyhan!**" I screamed.
I stumbled back, banging into the wall, then dashed toward the hallway.
"Doctor! Someone help! **DOCTORS!**"
The hallway was empty. Every room—silent.
"**Where the hell is everyone?!**" I screamed, terrified.
I ran back in. His body convulsed again. I rushed to grab some cotton, pressing it against his mouth, but the blood didn't stop. I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't even think.
And then—Zayan's voice echoed like a gunshot.
"**REYHAN!**"
He burst into the room with Rafe right behind him. I stepped back as Zayan lunged forward, cradling Reyhan's face.
"**Call the doctors, Rafe! NOW!**"
"I already did!" Rafe said, his voice thick with panic.
"Why is there so much blood?! What the hell happened to him?!" Zayan's voice cracked—rage, fear, grief all tangled together. He looked like a man being ripped in two.
"Zayan..." I reached out to touch his shoulder.
He spun around, eyes wide with betrayal. "What are you doing here, Alishba?! I saw you leave the party. What the hell are you doing here—**lying beside my brother?!**"
"I—I didn't..." My voice was small. Useless.
"Don't lie to me!" he shouted, grabbing my arm.
"Zayan, STOP!" Rafe shouted, pulling him back. "This isn't helping!"
Just then, the door burst open and the medical team rushed in.
"Where the hell were you?!" Zayan roared.
"Sir—Alishba ma'am called us. She said it was urgent, at the guest house—"
My heart dropped.
"**What?!** I never called you!" I turned toward the nurse, stunned.
"But ma'am... it was your number."
Zayan looked at me like he didn't know who I was.
"**Trust me, Zayan. I didn't make that call. Someone's trying to set me up. Please—believe me.**"
The doctor cut through the chaos.
"Sir—we have to move Reyhan now. His vitals are crashing. There's a toxin in his blood. He's been injected with poison."
**Poison.**
Everything in the room stilled.
"**WHAT?!**" Zayan and Rafe said in unison.
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Revenge Marriage
Romance**Zayan Ahmed**, one of London's richest men, marries **Alishba Abdul**-not for love, but for revenge. She broke his brother's heart. Now, Zayan will break hers. Alishba, unaware of the dark secret behind their union, tries to save a marriage th...
