ABHISHEK POV
Everything felt like a dream to me. Finally I have my Jaan all for myself. She is my everything she is my peace she is my Soul , she is my strength, she is my possession my obsessions ,she is my oxygen, she is my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE. Well am not big fan of singing but this line for my Life Line.
Woh rang bhi kya rang hai
Milta na jo tere honth ke rang se hu-ba-hu
Woh khushbu kya khushbu
Thehre na jo teri sanwari zulf ke ru-ba-ru
Tere aage yeh duniya hai pheeki si
Mere bin tu na hogi kisi ki bhi
Ab yeh zahir sareaam hai,
ELAAN HAI
Jab tak jahan mein subah shaam hai
Tab tak mere naam tu
Jab tak jahan mein mera naam hai
Tab tak mere naam tu
haha now officially this girl has made me crazy everyone pee in their pants just by hearing my name and this girl is making me sing songs all by myself and smile like a idiot.
Suddenly Jaan looked at me worried and ran towards me spun me around before hugging me tightly like her life depends on it the noise of fire work was so loud that I can't hear anything she looked deep in my eyes pouring every ounce of love she had into my eyes. But as soon as she opened her mouth to say something BLOOD came out fucking blood oh no no no no no no no please no no no. I held her tightly like she will fade away if I loosen my grip.
"Aditi Aditi jaan kya hua jaan aap ko ye ye khoon" nothing was coming out I felt dead my mind stopped working when Sarthak came and tried to take her from me "Bhai leave bhabhi we have to take her to hospital " he said.
HOSPITAL YES HOSPITAL I HAVE TO SAVE HER I PICKED HER UP AND STARTED RUNNING AND SHOUTING LIKE A MAD MAN.
we were on our way to hospital in car i was begging her to not close her eyes when she said
"Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe aapki patni bane ka sukh sirf kuch palo tak hi milega, Pati dev," she whispered, her voice fragile as a petal caught in a storm. "I love you, Mr. Suryavanshi."
I looked at her with pain and shock and said while caressing her hand
" Jaan aapko hum jaan sirf bolne ke liye nahi bolte aap sach Mai meri jaan ho hum par bharosa Karo please aapko kuch nahi hone dange"
She smiled at Me a little before closing her eyes. And that took my breath away.
Translation of all hindi sentences above 👇
("Aditi, Aditi, my life, what happened, my life, this this blood")
("Brother, let go of sister-in-law, we have to take her to the hospital")
("I didn't know that the happiness of being your wife would only last for a few moments, my dear HUSBAND ")
("I don't call you my life just for the sake of saying it; you truly are my life. Please trust me, I won't let anything happen to you.")
AUTHOR POV
Abhishek's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the desperate plea that escaped his lips. Aditi, his everything, lay limp in his arms-her life hanging by a fragile thread.
The hospital doors swung open, and Abhishek charged through, his footsteps reverberating down the sterile corridors. Doctors, clad in white coats, materialized like specters, their eyes widening as they recognized the man who carried the weight of the world.
"Save my wife!" His voice cracked, the syllables sharp as shards of glass. "Please, save her!" The words tore from his throat, raw and unyielding. He was no longer Abhishek Suryavanshi, the powerful tycoon, one of World top 10 richest man, most powerful mafia king ; he was a desperate lover, a man stripped of all pretense.
The medical team swarmed around Aditi, their hands moving with precision. Monitors beeped, their rhythm a cruel reminder of time slipping away. Abhishek watched, helpless, as they fought to unravel the mystery that held Aditi captive.
"Doctor, do whatever it takes," he pleaded, his eyes locking onto the lead physician. "She's my universe. My reason for breathing. If somethinghappens to her none of you will be able live a second longer ."
The doctor's face turn pale , but Abhishek glimpsed the gravity in those eyes-the shared knowledge that Aditi's fate hung in delicate balance. The hospital buzzed with urgency, yet time stretched, elongated into an eternity of fear and longing.
"We'll do our best," the doctor murmured, and Abhishek's heart clenched. "But you must prepare yourself. Sometimes even our best efforts..." The sentence trailed off, unfinished, but its weight bore down on Abhishek's shoulders.
He sank into a chair, his knuckles white as he clenched the edges. The room blurred-the sterile walls, the antiseptic scent-all fading into insignificance. Only Aditi mattered. Her eyelids fluttered, and he willed her to fight, to return to him.
Outside, the world held its breath. India's finest doctors grappled with life and death, and Abhishek's soul hung in the balance. If Aditi slipped away, they would all pay the price.
In that hallowed corridor, love and desperation collided-a symphony of anguish and hope. Abhishek's whispered prayers merged with the hum of machines, and he vowed that if Aditi survived, he would cherish every heartbeat, every stolen moment.
For now, he clung to her, the universe distilled into the fragile form of a woman. And as the seconds ticked by, he wondered if love alone could defy fate.
The operation theater held its breath, a collective silence that clung to the walls like a shroud. Abhishek's gaze remained fixed on the sterile floor, his fingers tracing patterns in the sticky residue of his queen's blood. The crimson stain seeped into his soul, branding him with failure.
Around him, the others stood-doctors, nurses, and anxious family members. Their eyes avoided him, as if acknowledging his grief would unravel the fragile equilibrium of the room. But Abhishek didn't care. He was lost in the tempest of his own emotions.
Fear-a primal force that gnawed at his insides. Fear of losing her-the woman who had become his heartbeat. They had exchanged vows, promising to shield each other from life's storms. Yet here he sat, impotent, as fate swung its merciless scythe.
And anger-oh, the anger! It surged within him, a wildfire consuming reason. Anger at the universe, at the cruel twist of destiny. Anger at himself for being powerless, for failing to protect her. The bullet had grazed her, a mere scratch, but it might as well have torn through his own heart.
His mother's eyes bore into him, a silent plea for strength. But what strength could he summon when his soul quaked? She knew the truth-the depth of his love, the fragility of their newly minted bond. The wedding chaos, the joyous celebration-it all blurred into this moment of reckoning.
And then, like a spectral harbinger, the female doctor emerged. Her footsteps echoed, each one a countdown to revelation. Abhishek's heart hammered against his ribs. Would she confirm his worst fears? Or would hope pierce through the darkness?
Her voice cut through the tension, sharp and clinical: "Now she is out of danger." The words hung in the air, a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. Abhishek's breath hitched. Consciousness-that elusive state where dreams and reality collided-would soon reclaim her.
"But," the doctor continued, "the bullet merely brushed her. A scratch, really." Abhishek's mind reeled. A scratch? His queen's blood had painted the floor, and yet she was unscathed? He wanted to laugh, to scream, to demand answers. But he remained frozen, a statue of disbelief.
"She fainted," the doctor added, "probably due to hunger. Wedding chaos, you know." And just like that, the gravity of the situation collided with absurdity. His beloved, lying unconscious, not from a gunshot wound, but from skipping meals. The irony was cruel, almost comical.
Abhishek's red-rimmed eyes widened. Suspense hung in the air. He imagined his queen waking up, blinking at him, and saying, "Darling, next time, let's save the drama for the honeymoon, shall we?"
And so, in the midst of pain and danger, a chuckle bubbled up-a desperate, almost hysterical sound. The operation theater held its breath once more, this time teetering on the edge of laughter.
For Abhishek, the world had tilted. His soul still trembled, but perhaps, just perhaps, there was room for hope. And as he rose from the floor, he vowed to protect her-even from her own hunger-induced fainting spells.
Because love, it seemed, was both tragic and absurd-a wild ride through green-lit corridors and blood-stained floors.
And somewhere, in the cosmic theater of life, the universe chuckled back. 🌟
Meanwhile Abhishek's Demon spoke in his mind taking to mistrious man who dared to even scratch her
Listen, you pitiful vermin, for the hour of reckoning has shattered the hourglass. Each of you who dared to defile my porcelain muse, who wrenched joy from her fragile heart and stained our sacred union-prepare to swallow the bitter draught of retribution.
I, the unyielding monarch of this malevolent realm, am no mere mortal. My veins pulse with liquid malice, my heart beats to the rhythm of vendetta, and my soul is forged in the crucible of damnation. You thought me pliant, a puppet to be manipulated? Nay, imbeciles! I am the architect of chaos, the maestro of malevolence, and my wrath knows no bounds.
Seven lifetimes shall bear witness to your demise. Seven cycles of anguish, regret, and agonizing torment. Your screams will echo through the abyss, and your souls shall writhe in eternal damnation. For I am the shadow that devours, the nightmare incarnate, and my love for her-the fragile glass doll-fuels this inferno.
Prepare yourselves, for the reaper's scythe awaits. Your sins have summoned him, and he comes with a hunger that transcends mortality. Your breaths shall falter, your bones shall splinter, and your very essence shall dissolve into the void. And as your life force wanes, remember this: I am the harbinger of your demise, and my name shall be etched in the annals of terror.
Let the danse macabre commence, my wretched adversaries. The lover mafia king has spoken, and his verdict is final. May your souls find no solace, no redemption, as they spiral into oblivion. In this twisted tango, there is no escape-only obliteration.
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Soooooo sorry for late update am currently hospitalized with Aditi🥲. But still will try my best to update soon but first you guys have to comment what might happen the person who dared to touch his glass doll . Swear next chapter will show my candies real meaning of obsessions possession and madness.