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The air in the sterile hospital room was thick with unspoken tension. Siya lay on the stark white bed, her body throbbing with pain, but her eyes fixed on the man standing with his back to her burned with a fierce desire to close the distance between them. She knew he was furious; his broad shoulders were squared with anger, and his silence was a physical weight pressing down on her.
"Ruhh, talk to me na... patient se aise koi naraaz rehta hai kya?"
[Ruhaan, talk to me. Does anyone stay mad at a patient like this?]
Her voice, soft and teasing, tried to slice through the suffocating atmosphere. He turned. The eyes that were usually a warm haven for her were now cold and sharp. The accusation on his face stabbed her gut like a blade.
"Abhi aap keh rahi thi mujhe studio mein hona chahiye..."
[Just now you were saying I should be in the studio...]
His voice was low and bitter, dripping with hurt. He wasn't just angry; he felt betrayed by her selflessness. He couldn't understand that she had done it all for him.
"Aapka aaj pehla gaana release hone wala tha na... so I think..."
[Your first song was supposed to be released today, right... so I thought...]
Her words were quiet, her gaze dropping for a fleeting moment. She was trying to remind him of the life he was meant for, a life far away from the blood and darkness that shadowed hers.
"Haan toh? Aapko goli lagi hai, squirrel... chhoti baat lagti hai aapko? Aur aap mere har sawaal ka jawab denge!"
[So what? You were shot, squirrel. Does that seem like a small thing to you? And you will answer every one of my questions!]
He strode toward the bed, his presence overwhelming. The tremor in his voice betrayed the terror he was trying to bury beneath anger. He was not just a pop star; he was a man capable of dominance and she felt a thrill rush through her veins. He was hers.
"Gussa mat kijiye... main agar apne aagayi toh aapko koi nahi bacha payega, samjhe? Aur haan, puchiye jaldi... mujhe neend aa rahi hai."
[Don't get angry... if I get angry, no one will be able to save you. Understand? And yes, ask quickly... I'm getting sleepy.]
Even wounded and exhausted, she was the Queen. Her words were a soft threat, her smirk a dare. He huffed in frustration, but his eyes narrowed before he finally asked the question haunting him since he'd seen her, bloodied and weak.
"Aap... sach mein mafia mein involve hain?"
[Are you... really involved in the mafia?]
Siya didn't hesitate. The moment of truth had arrived. Fear coiled in her chest that he might leave, but she couldn't lie.
"Involve nahi hoon main... I am a Mafia Queen."
[I'm not involved... I am a Mafia Queen.]
His brief relief shattered. The air went still, broken only by the hum of machines.
"Kya..."
[What...]
His whisper was pure shock. Her eyes shifted, filling with raw, gut-wrenching fear.
"Haan... ab aap mujhe chhod kar chale jaayenge na..."
[Yes... you'll leave me now, won't you...]
But her vulnerability lasted only a moment. Her gaze snapped back to his, burning with a fierce, possessive fire.
"7 janmon tak kahi jaane nahi doongi main."
[For seven lifetimes, I won't let you go anywhere.]
"Dhamki de rahi hain aap mujhe?"
[Are you threatening me?]
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