you're mine... even if you hate me
CHAPTER1 [THE RETURN]
London.
The emergency doors burst open as a stretcher was rushed inside.
"Severe cardiac trauma. BP dropping rapidly," a nurse reported urgently.
"Prep the OT. Now," came a calm but commanding voice.
Dr. Aarohi Mehra walked in, her expression composed, her eyes sharp and focused. There was no panic in her movements-only precision.
"Patient history?" she asked while putting on her gloves.
"Minimal details, ma'am. Condition critical. Chances are very low."
Aarohi didn't respond. She simply adjusted her gloves.
"Shift him to the operation theatre."
...
The bright lights of the OT flickered on.
Machines beeped steadily, filling the silence.
"Scalpel."
"Scalpel," the nurse repeated, placing it in her hand.
"Incision."
"BP falling, ma'am."
"Stabilize it. I need him alive."
"Yes, doctor."
"Forceps."
"Forceps."
"Suction."
"Suction on."
"Clamp."
"Clamp."
Every instruction was followed instantly. Every movement of hers was precise, controlled... almost flawless.
Sweat formed on the nurse's forehead, but Aarohi remained steady.
"Come on... don't give up," she murmured under her breath.
"Pulse is weak!"
"I know. Stay with me," she said, her voice firm.
Minutes felt like hours.
The room was filled with tension, fear... and determination.
Then suddenly-
"Pulse stabilizing!"
Aarohi didn't stop.
"Continue."
After what felt like an eternity, she finally stepped back.
"Close the incision."
Silence.
Then-
"Vitals stable, doctor."
Aarohi removed her gloves slowly, her face calm as ever.
"The surgery was successful."
Relief spread across the room instantly.
For them, it was a miracle.
For her...
it was just another life saved.
New York.
Darkness filled the room, broken only by a faint beam of light falling across the floor.
At the center, a man sat on a chair-calm, composed... like a king in his own empire.
In front of him, another man knelt, trembling.
"P-please... give me one more chance... I won't make this mistake again," he begged, his voice shaking.
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Then-
A voice echoed through the room. Cold. Dangerous. Unforgiving.
"You should have thought about that... before betraying me."
The man froze.
That voice alone was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"Do you know the punishment for betrayal?" the voice continued, slow and deadly.
The man shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face.
"There's only one."
A pause.
"Death."
The next second, the man in the shadows stood up.
He stepped forward, his face finally revealed-sharp features, dark eyes, an unreadable expression.
Without a hint of hesitation, he pulled out a gun.
The man on the floor cried out-
But it was too late.
Gunshot.
The sound echoed in the room.
Silence followed.
The body dropped lifelessly to the ground.
The man lowered his gun, completely unaffected.
As if it meant nothing.
He turned and walked towards the door.
"Get rid of the body," he said coldly to the guards waiting outside.
"Yes, sir."
He didn't look back.
Because for him...
it was just another consequence.
And that man-
was none other than
VIHAAN SINGHANIA.