Destiny

Chapter 25: Marry Me?

The news of Reena's condition had ignited a fire within Rehaan, a blaze of emotions that surged through him like a tempest. Anguish, fear, and a profound sense of protectiveness fueled the flames of determination. In the midst of this emotional storm, the image of Rohail, the man who had once been a part of Reena's life, became a focal point for Rehaan's seething rage.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rehaan rushed to Rohail's office, the echoes of his hurried footsteps resonating through the sterile corridors. The door swung open with a force that matched the intensity of his emotions, and Rehaan stood before Rohail, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and pain.

Rohail, taken aback by Rehaan's sudden and forceful entrance, looked up from his desk. Before he could utter a word, Rehaan's fist connected with a resounding impact, a physical manifestation of the pent-up frustration and helplessness he felt.

"For Reena, I can be Rocky and Rehaan both," Rehaan declared, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the room. His actions spoke louder than words, each punch carrying the weight of his devotion to the woman whose life hung in the balance.

The room became an arena for this emotional showdown, a battleground where the complexities of relationships and the ferocity of love played out in the form of clenched fists and raw emotion. Rehaan's blows were a testament to the depth of his feelings, a visceral expression of the pain he felt at seeing Reena suffer.

Rohail, initially stunned by the sudden assault, began to understand the source of Rehaan's fury. The guilt in his eyes mingled with the bruises on his face, creating a tableau of remorse and consequences.

"You abandoned her," Rehaan seethed between clenched teeth, each word a measured accusation. "When she needed you the most, you left. How could you?"

The blows continued, a relentless barrage that mirrored the storm within Rehaan's soul. In that moment, he became the embodiment of Reena's unyielding spirit, a fierce guardian willing to confront anyone who dared to forsake her.

As the confrontation unfolded, the air in the room crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavily. Rohail, battered and bruised, listened to Rehaan's impassioned tirade, his own guilt mingling with a growing understanding of the consequences of his actions.

When Rehaan's fury had been unleashed and the echoes of the confrontation subsided, he stood panting, the adrenaline-fueled rage giving way to a heavy silence. The room, witness to the collision of emotions, became a testament to the intricate web of connections that bound these three lives together.

In the aftermath of the confrontation, Rehaan left the office with a sense of catharsis, a release of the turbulent emotions that had gripped him. The bruises on Rohail's face served as a physical reminder of the consequences of abandoning someone in their moment of need.

As Rehaan walked away from the office, the weight on his shoulders remained, but it had shifted from unbridled rage to a somber acceptance of the challenges that lay ahead. The fight for Reena's life had taken on new dimensions, and Rehaan was prepared to be both Rocky and Rehaan in the battle that awaited them.

Rehaan found himself navigating a delicate balance between vigilance over Reena's health and a deep-seated need to protect her from any further emotional turmoil. The news of her condition had brought into sharp focus the fragility of life and the urgency with which Rehaan needed to ensure every moment counted.

As Reena lay in the hospital bed, unconscious and vulnerable, Rehaan immersed himself in researching meningioma, consulting with specialists, and exploring treatment options. The hospital room became a hub of medical information, with charts, diagrams, and notes covering every available surface.