LOGINAuthor's POV Before anyone could answer, the door swung open.And there he was.Vincent stood at the threshold wrecked, wounded, barely holding himself upright.A thick bandage wrapped around his head.His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat.His right hand was covered in plaster, the white surface stained with dried blood.His left arm hung stiffly in a sling.He looked like someone who had dragged himself through hell just to reach her.Behind him, a junior doctor rushed in, breathless.“Sir, please you just wake up out of critical condition!” the staff boy shouted, grabbing at the tubes.“You can’t run like this! You pulled out the IV pin and your hand is bleeding again please stop!”But Vincent didn’t even look at him.His eyes…Those grey, stormy eyes that always carried danger…Now held only one thing….Desperate. fear…fear of losing her.Aria's gaze dropped to his hand the one the doctor was talking about and the sight stole her breath. Blood slid down his finge
Author's POV The hospital was in chaos, nurses ran back and forth, and every second felt like it was hanging by a thin, shaking thread. The air smelled of medicine, fear, and sweat. Too many lives were fighting to stay alive at once.The surgical doors burst open.A doctor stepped out, her face drained of colour, forehead dripping with sweat. Her breathing was harsh like she had just come out of a war. She pulled off her gloves with trembling fingers as Adrian hurried toward her.“Doctor… is everything ok?” he asked, voice unsteady.“Mr. Adrian … it’s too complicated.”Her voice cracked with exhaustion.“She has taken a medicine that slows down the baby’s heartbeat… and now the child is not responding.”Adrian ’s face paled.The doctor continued, her tone tightening: “And because of that… the mother’s life is in danger too.”Her words hung heavy in the corridor,“I know the situation is critical,” Adrian said, his voice cutting through the chaos, “but Aria ma’am needs to be fine. And
Author's POV His hand wrapped around her ankle as he dragged her across the rough rooftop.Her attempt to free herself left her hands scraped against the cold concrete, leaving trails of broken tissue from her hands and blood.She kicked, clawed, fought to free herself, but his grip was iron, his strength monstrous.Then suddenly, he let go. Her body jolted, crashing hard against the ground. The impact sent a sharp, blinding pain shooting up her legs.A cry ripped through her throat before she could stop it.She tried to crawl backward, her palms leaving a trail of blood as they brushed hard against the concrete, until her back got slammed against the wall.Her breath was shaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked up as he was already walking toward her again, step by step, with an awful grin carved deep into his face.She tried to stand, gripping the metal railing for support, her palm leaving a smear of blood as she struggled to steady herself. He stepped closer, tha
Author's POV The words echoed in her mind like a curse. Her knees trembled as her throat burned with emotions, hot, but she didn’t let a sound leave her mouth.Nisha’s smile widened at the silence; she always enjoyed watching others' strength crumble.Aria’s tears slid down, but beneath the fear, something rage was boiling hot.Ritik stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her trembling frame. “You dumbass,” he hissed, jaw tight. “You’ve irritated me enough. I can’t see what that bastard Vincent ever saw in you.”He let out a low, cruel laugh, his eyes running over her like she was filth. “Maybe he just had the worst taste.”Beside him, Nisha smirked. “I’ve wondered the same thing,” she murmured.Ritik’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he said, “You know, since Nisha’s made her confession… I think it’s my turn now.”Ritik leaned against the wall, his smirk lazy, eyes glinting like a predator playing with its prey.“Do you remember that day?” he asked, his voice coated in mock conce
Author's POV Aria’s eyes stayed locked in front of the scene, unblinking as they forgot to blink. One tear rolled down her eyes, her lips shivering as one after another followed.Her legs moved as she didn’t look at them, carrying her away, step by step, toward her room.Behind, Nisha stood silently, a slow, cruel smirk curving her lips. Watching Aria break was the exact scene she’d been waiting for.Nisha had wanted this moment for so long. Now she would play her game.She followed Aria into the room, like a shadow. Aria sat on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands as her shoulders shook with every sob that tore through her.The sight made something cold and satisfied blossom in Nisha’s chest.A slow, cruel smirk slid across Nisha’s lips. She set her bag down with deliberate care, the sound loud in the room. “Didn’t I tell you?” she said, voice soft but sharp. “You’re going to learn this the hard way.”“It’s okay,” Nisha murmured, putting her hand onto Aria’s shoulder wi
Author's POV That face the sharp eyes. The same woman from that day. The woman who had called herself Vincent ’s sister. The woman who had looked at Aria like she was filth… who had spat those words that burned into her memory.A passing thing. A whore.Aria’s eyes locked on the woman, confusion flickering through her expression as her lips curved into a knowing smile.“Oh… hi, Aria,” the woman said smoothly, her tone laced with mock surprise. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”That voice is soft yet venomous. Before Aria could respond, another voice came from inside.“Nisha, you came,” Ritik said, walking forward.Nisha turned to him, her smile. “Of course. When Vincent calls and Nisha doesn’t come that can never happening.”She moved closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “I missed you, sister,” Ritik murmured, playing his role too perfectly.Aria stood by the doorway, motionless. The name Nisha rang in her head like a curse. She
Author's POVAria sat quietly on the hospital bench, her hands clenched together, still trembling from everything that had happened. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, but her mind was far from any calm.Then came a familiar voice, breaking her thoughts, making her come out of her illusion.“Aria?”
Aria's POVThe morning sunlight made me wake up from sleep slowly. Sitting on the bed, I blinked as the familiar ceiling hovered above me. I felt my body stiff and heavy, unable to get up from the bed.For a second, everything felt blank.And then, like pieces of glass falling into place, last nigh
Aria's POVThe train began to move slowly, wheels screeching against the tracks, making a sound I didn’t want to hear.I stood frozen on the scratched road, my hand half-lifted in a goodbye I wasn’t ready to say.Mom leaned out the window slightly, tears welling in her eyes just like mine. She wave
Author's POV Vincent’s steps grew fast and louder, echoing in her ears as danger, each one syncing with her heartbeat.Her breath hitched, dread crawling up her spine, making her paralyzed on the spot.He came closer, his eyes locked dead on hers. And she… she couldn’t look away. Even if she wante







