Scene - 1

She was walking aimlessly on the road with her broken heart and teared eyes holding the roses bouquet that she brought for him .

Just a few hours ago, a soft, petal-like smile had adorned her lips. Now, it was replaced by the agony of betrayal, like a thorn piercing her heart. This was from the very person she claimed to at least like, who had promised to cherish her for his entire life. Damn, he couldn't even keep that promise for a year.

She looked at the roses, sobbed even more, and was about to throw them angrily when a realization struck her. The bouquet had cost 230 rupees; her Aashu would be furious if she wasted that much money on someone who wasn't worth it. Clenching the bouquet tightly, she walked toward the nearby park, searching for a secluded spot to let her tears flow freely. She wiped away the tears from what felt like her first breakup, even though it wasn't really a breakup.

She still remember what her soul-sister had said about that rascal person.

"Akhand Chu*yapa likha hua hai iske face par "

"You was right Aashu , that dusht jaanwar really didn't deserve that chance " She said wiping away her tears with the back of her palm still sobbing.

Suddenly, she heard someone groaning in pain. She rubbed her cheeks with a frown and, still sitting on the bench, searched for the source of the sound. As time passed, the groaning grew louder, stirring her natural instinct to help as a doctor.

She stood up and began searching for the source of the sound. Moving ahead, she was shocked to see an old man lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood. A man dressed entirely in black-from his clothes to his cap and mask-was pressing his foot on the old man's wounded palm, causing blood to ooze out and the old man to cry and whimper in pain.

She closed her eyes at the sight of his cruelty, then gave him an angry look. She stared at the masked man as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the old man, exuding a completely merciless vibe.

He asked the old man something, but it was inaudible as she was standing far away, hiding behind the trees. The masked man kicked the old man in the stomach, then pressed his foot on the old man's wounded chest before shooting his right palm. The old man cried out for mercy, and she flinched at the sound, placing her hand on her chest and closing her eyes.

He loaded his gun to shoot, but halted when he heard someone screaming. Looking up, he saw a woman in a white dress sprinting toward him, clearly intent on saving him. He raised an eyebrow at her bravery and smirked; now, it seemed, he had two lives to take now

"Look someone want to protect you " He said to the old man then point his gun at the girl who was little far .

"Then , let her reach there first where you will arrive next , for treating your wounds " he sarcastically said looking at the girl with a smirk

"He was poised to pull the trigger when he caught sight of her face, triggering memories of the temple incident. Strangely, his hand withdrew involuntarily, and he found himself simply staring at her, still screaming as she ran towards him . She halted in front of him, placing her hands on her waist and taking deep breaths to calm herself. As she looked up, her black eyes met his piercing blue ones, sending chills down her spine and causing her heartbeat to quicken. His gaze was cold and callous. She immediately looked away with a gulp.

"Ekaksh glared coldly at her with anger, frustrated that this girl could provoke such a reaction from him after only their second meeting. Internally growling, he fired two shots into the air, then kicked the old man and pointed his gun at her once more. The old man doubled over, coughing up blood from Ekaksh's powerful kick . She panickedly covered her ears, being ligyrophobic, while Ekaksh enjoyed her distress with a bitter expression."

Hell , He thrives on it. Ekaksh revels in the fear people show in his presence, finding pleasure in tormenting them; killing is merely a hobby. With vast wealth and power at his disposal, he knows none dare raise their voice against him

"Do you want to save him?" He asked in a hard, cold tone . She looked up at him, realizing he could kill her with just a glance. With a gulp, she withdrew her hands from her ears

" I-i-

She couldn't finish her sentence as a large hand roughly gripped her neck, forcing her to stumble back from the old man. She glanced at him, seeing rage in his eyes as he choked her, causing tears to well up due to the lack of oxygen in her windpipe.

She held his hand with her one hand and wiggled to come out of his grip but every passing second his grip was getting tighter and she knows that will literally leave fingerprints as she is already feeling burning sensation.

She squirmed in his grip, desperate to escape as it seemed he was determined to leave her dead. Digging her nails into his skin drew blood, but he showed no reaction, making each passing second more suffocating. Frantically searching for something to use, her eyes fell on a nearby bouquet of flowers. With a surge of adrenaline, she swung the bouquet at his face, the petals bursting forth and scattering in a shower upon him.

He jerked his head to the left after the sudden swing from the right, petals striking his face. He released her instantly, allowing her to gasp for long, deep breaths. Gritting his teeth, he stared at her with rage and curiosity, impressed by her daring move. Once again, he leveled his gun, its cold touch against her temple.

She hurriedly looked up, sensing something cold against her forehead, and gulped hard. Meeting his gaze, she saw he was on the verge of killing her. Determined, she considered repeating her previous action, lifting her hand clutching the bouquet once more.

But this time, he tightly gripped her hand midway and pinned it above her head. She struggled, causing rose petals to rain down on both of them. He glared at her fiercely, while she returned his gaze with angry tears in her reddened eyes, still wriggling to free her hand. Both held intense eye contact, locked in a silent battle of wills.

SCENE - 2

She was sitting on the dining chair, legs pulled up with her right cheek resting on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. Her eyes were fixed on the large wall clock, its hands showing past midnight. Her husband was still not home, as was the case every day. The servants had all retired to bed after giving her sympathetic looks and urging her to stop waiting, but she refused. Waiting for him had become a nightly ritual, and she wouldn't retire to bed until she had served him dinner upon his return.

She sighed heavily and glanced around the spacious hall, feeling utterly exhausted from performing a long surgery before finally returning home.

"I hope you are fine," she whispered, her chest tight with anxiety. Ever since the surgery, her heart had been weighed down by a foreboding sense that something was about to happen.

"Kaha hai aap ? Aksh (Where are you, Aksh? )" she said wearily, toying with her necklace and nervously tapping her foot on the chair's seat.

She rested her head on her knees for a while. Eventually, she heard his car horn honk and quickly got off the chair, running fast towards the gate. However, she abruptly stopped in her tracks, lips parting in shock, tears welling in her eyes as she beheld the scene before her

"Aksh," she cried out, her palm pressed against her trembling lips. Her tear-filled, reddened eyes met his tired, blue orbs as he struggled to keep them open, taking deep breaths. She quickly run toward him and hugged him tightly without caring about his blood soaked cloths

"Isha," He uttered tiredly, gently detaching her from him by holding her shoulders. He couldn't bear to let his sins touch his pure, angelic wife in any way.

"Ye-ye ka - kaise hua ?" She timidly spoke, her gaze fixed on the wounds on his face and the cuts from which blood still trickled.

"It's nothing, just an attack and..." he said wearily, exhaling heavily.

"Ekaksh, hu-hume , hume hospital chalana chaiye ( Ekaksh, w-we need to go to the hospital,)" she panicked, gripping his hand tightly as she led him towards the entrance. He abruptly pulled her towards him by her hand, causing her to collide with his hard chest.

"Isha, calm down," he said, gently cupping her cheeks. She was still traumatized, looking at his blood and cuts, and was sobbing in anguish for his pain.

"Ye-ye-ye sab..." she stuttered, extending her trembling hand toward his cuts, tears continuing to stream down her cheeks as she looked at them.

"Its nothing, just some cuts and wounds , it just need some first aid ."He said nodding his head making her nod too but still she was panicked which was clearly looking at her face

" th- that why , We - we should go to hospital Ekaksh " she said, her voice trembling slightly as she attempted to pull him towards the door once more

" Isha "He said in a bored cold tone

He pulled her hand again, causing her to turn around abruptly and collide with his chest once more. His hands gripped her bare waist, closing the distance between them completely. Then, he lifted her by the waist, causing her to stand on her toes. Her tear-filled eyes met his cold gaze, which had softened slightly towards his wife in recent days.

"My wife is a cardiologist, a doctor by profession. I believe she can provide first aid for these wounds better than anyone else, Right ?" he said, looking at her face. She continued to silently cry, her eyes fixed on his wounds

"Isha, you're a doctor. Remember?" he asked, gently holding her chin and making her meet his gaze and a small sob escaped her lips

"Ha . H- Ha " she said, realizing he had been saying something while nodding her head vigorously, wiping away her tears.

"Ja-jaldi aayiye," she said, holding his hand and pulling him along behind her. He looked at his ever-sensitive and caring wife, who was crying over his wounds. A wave of guilt flooded his heart as he remembered his cold actions towards her earlier in their marriage. He chuckled bitterly at his fate.

"Isha, it's not that painful," he said, rubbing his thumb gently on her hand as they walked together. He sighed softly when he received no response, knowing she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied that he was truly okay.

"Aa-p ap baithiye ma-main First aid laati hu " She stuttered

"Relax-

Before he complete she hurriedly run towards the bathroom .He keeps on hearing the falling of things that his wife must be breaking in the search of first aid in her panicked mode. She quickly ran back towards him, finding him still standing in place, having waited for her for almost thirty seconds while she presumably searched frantically through the bathroom for first aid supplies. He knew she must have turned the bathroom upside down in her search.

"Why are you still standing? Sit," she said in a frustrated tone, dragging him to the couch and making him sit down

"Oo- open your shirt," she said, placing the kit on the table and taking out bandages and antiseptic solution.

"Ja- jaldi ki-kijiye," she said loudly, pouring the solution onto the cotton pad while standing at her place. He was busy staring at her with emotions in his eyes-perhaps guilt-wondering how someone could be so selfless and forgiving like her.

"Aap kya kar rahe hain?" she said with a tear-streaked face as she moved towards him. Leaning in, she began unbuttoning his shirt, then pulled it away from his body, only to gasp in shock at the deep cuts. She covered her mouth with her palm, taking a few steps back, tears streaming down her face.

"Ekaksh, these wounds are too deep. We need to go to the hospital. How can you be sitting here so calmly?" she exclaimed in shock, examining the wounds. They seemed severe to her, especially from her Doctor prepective , but seemingly nothing for him.

"It's not that painful, Isha. I'll take some medicine and it will be fine," he said reassuringly, trying to calm her. For him, the wounds were nothing compared to what he had endured in the past.

"Ekaksh it is really deep ,and I am a doctor , I am say -

"And I am your husband. Do the first aid if you want, or else I'm going to take a shower," he said, knowing full well that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to escape the silent reproach from his wife, whose tears had already left an indelible mark on him.

"Aa-aap peeche ghoomi-ye " she said, and he complied with a bored expression.

"Na-nahi nahi please nahi .Mai-main kar rahi please aap baithiye please ("N-no, please, no. Let me do it. Please sit down," she hurriedly said as he was about to stand up

"One minute "She said quickly going to bathroom and coming back with a wet towel

She wiped his wounds, tears streaming down her face as she tried to control her sobs. He sighed heavily, feeling a mix of anger and sorrow towards those attackers. It pained him deeply to see his wife crying because of them, her sobs piercing his heart and her tears causing him immense ache.

" Those fuckers will be killed in most inhuman way by my one of most brutal killing skills for sure" He promised looking at the tears , only if they had not given him these wounds ,then she would not be crying feeling pain in behalf of him

"Aa-aap peeche ghoomi-ye " she said, and he complied after a nod . She gasped as she looked at the healed marks, which still bore evidence of how brutal and potentially fatal the wounds had been

Ekaksh frowned when he didn't feel any movement, and he turned back to see her still standing there, staring at his back in shock. He looked at her and sighed once more. He turned around and grabbed her wrist adorned with bangles, pulling her gently to stand in front of him. He looked up at her as she looked down at him.

"He- ye sab ky- kya hai " She asked while wiping her tears , maintaining eye contact with him

"Hum baad me bhi baat kar sakte hain iske baare mein," he said, and she nodded, understanding what was more important right now. She hurriedly wiped his back, ensuring each move was gentle to avoid hurting him, while he chuckled bitterly at his earlier actions. Her care was overwhelming him, but he knew distancing her was the last thing he would choose to do.

She took the cotton and began cleaning the cuts delicately, her hands trembling with nervousness, yet ensuring he felt no pain. As he turned around, she glanced at the deep gash on his right chest, more tears falling from her eyes at the sight of her husband's wounds. Slowly, she cleaned the wound with trembling hands, sobbing softly. Witnessing her depth of emotion stirred something within him, his heart in his left chest clenching with unfamiliar feelings. He realized that his heart too could feel, and the primary source of those emotions was his wife, clearly suffering with him as evidenced by her tears. He thought while staring at her face as she sobbed, her nose shrinking with each breath.

He held her hand that held the cotton and pulled her towards him, guiding her to sit on his left thigh. She looked at him as he continued to gaze intensely at her face, then he gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.

"Now, you do" he said softly, rubbing his thumb near her eyes. She gave a curt nod, taking a deep breath , biting her lip to prevent herself from crying. She knew she would likely get a fever, as the cold was already on its way.

He continued to gaze at her intently as she finished cleaning the wound. Blinking slowly, his eyes moved to her lips, which she was biting harshly enough to draw blood. Gently, he freed her lips from her self-inflicted torture with his thumb, softly caressing the mole on her lower lips . She closed her eyes, her hand holding the bandage paused, and her tears gradually ceased.

"Ek-Aksh," she whispered with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths

He looked at her, noticing that she had stopped crying and her sobs had almost ceased. His gaze fell on her lips, then drifted down to her chest, which rose and fell steadily as she took uneven breaths in reaction to his touch. He smirked, pleased to see the effect he had on her.

"Focus, Mrs. Ranawat," he uttered, leaning close to her ear, his lips barely touching it. She instantly opened her eyes at his touch, cheeks flushing with realization. Hurriedly, she finished bandaging his wound and applying cream to the smaller cuts. His lips twitched slightly at her reaction, noticing the crimson blush on her cheeks.

She carefully applied the cream to the small cut on his right cheek, focusing intently on her task. Meanwhile, he was lost in staring at her lips, contemplating the possible outcomes if he put his lips on hers and tried his ways with his little wife

"Done" She said still searching for any cut if she has missed on his face

"Not yet " He said staring at her lips knowing the chance he missed or maybe

"Hnnn" She frown and look at his eyes which was staring into her as he already has averted from her lips not wanting to catch up by his innocent wife .

"Let me bring water then have your painkiller " She said and was about to stand up from his lap

"Did you have your dinner? " He asked , making her look at him

"It doesn't matter now " She said dodging the topic

"But you always matter," he said, pulling her closer by her waist so that her right side pressed against his front

"Did you have dinner or not?" he asked in a serious tone, tightening his hold on her gently. She shook her head in response, indicating she hadn't eaten. This made him give a small scoff at his stubborn Wife

"I told you to eat on time and not wait. Was that too much?" he asked coldly, his tone annoyed, making her turn to face him

"Please come home earlier for dinner. Was that too much, Ekaksh?" she asked in return, her voice strained as she fought back tears. He knew she was on the verge of crying, as she often was in such situations

"No, that was not too much," he said firmly, standing up abruptly and picking her up in his arms. She gasped at his sudden action, surprised by his sudden action

"Ekaksh ye aap -

"But my world is full of fuckers and jerks, unlike our mansion, so it was a bit hard," he said, looking at her face as he walked towards the door with her in his arms.

"Ekaksh, what are you doing? Please put me down or else your bandage might open," she said fearfully, placing her hands on his cut, doing her best to avoid putting pressure on it.

"You're not that heavy . Diet par dhayan do please " he said as he continued walking

"Ekaksh, please, it will hurt a lot," she said, carefully protecting his wound, a single tear falling from her eyes

" It is really hurting -

"Maine kaha tha na " She said looking up , giving a angry look at his carelessness

"So stop crying," he completed his words. She blinked her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to her husband's flirtatious remark. Instantly, she looked away with a flushed red face, her heart fluttering at his words

"Look, we're almost in the hall. I can walk from here, I promise, Ekaksh," she said, joining her palms together as he descended the stairs

"Shut up, Mrs. Ranawat," he said, and she pressed her palms together in frustration as he walked ahead with a casual demeanor. He walked to the dining table and placed her in her seat beside his usual spot

"Ah," he winced slightly as he leaned down, but he managed to properly place her on the chair and then stood up straight

"Aap - aap please bathiye please " She hurriedly said holding his arm and making him seat on the chair beside her .

"Main medicine lekar aati hoon," she said, about to run, when he held her wrist

"First, we will have our dinner, then you can get the medicine," he said firmly, pulling her back gently

"Par Wo -

"Isha," he said in a hard tone, and she nodded with a helpless sigh, resigning herself to his insistence

" Let me heat them first "She said and he nodded

She lifted the bowl and went into the kitchen, with him trailing behind her. Each time she came back to fetch more items, he followed her, not once thinking to help. He simply trailed behind her, shirtless, wrapped in bandages, and looking disheveled in just his pants but still enough handsome to allure any sense

" Mrs.Ranawat " He called her from behind and she stopped felling a tug on her shoulder , She looked back and found him holding the end of her saree , looking at her softly

SCENE -3

"I dare you to follow me or say something " She said turning around and walking away in anger

"But Sweetheart "He shouted back with a slight smile

" Kya hai ?"She snapped looking back in anger which was giving him a hard time to control his wide smile

(what ?)

"Talab ho tum " He said take a step forward

(you are my thirst )

"Tum ho nasha " He said with a smirk and she glare

(you are my intoxication)

"Gulaam hai dil ye tera " He said walking more close to her and she folded her hands with a hard stare

(My heart is your slave )

"Khule jara jee loon tujhe " He huskily said near her ears , slightly touching them with his lips standing too close to her

(let me live you freely )

"Aaja meri saanso mein aa " He said moving his lips toward hers , still looking into her black orbs ,their lips were about to touch when she step back

(come in my breath)

"Bakwas " She said glaring at him and he rise eyebrows then wink at her and she huffed turning around

(nonsense)

"Oyeeee " he shouted again and she look back at him

"Mareeze e-ishq hoon main , kar do dawa " He said opening his hands and she rolled her with a unbelievable look ,knowing very well who have given him such chessy idea .

(I am the patient of love ,cure me )

"Haath rakha do , Mrs.Cardiologist, tum dil par zaraa" He said with slight smile winking at her and she shake her head with a irritated look and close eyes

(Just put your hand on my heart Mrs.Cardiologist )

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"Sunte hai " She asked

"Sirf aapki " He replied

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