Riya blushed as she lowered her head in embarrassment. She removed the duvet and got out of bed, but her body ached badly as if it had just been torn apart. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself; there were purplish-green marks on her neck, hand and chest which are definitely obvious to the eyes.
She quickly gather her clothes, put them on and left the room.
After she left, Karthik came out of the bathroom and looked at the messy bed. His eyes darkened the more when he thought of her.
"Damn it! That foolish girl!" he cursed aloud. A cellphone ring suddenly inside the room.
He picked up and heard a cheeky female voice from the other end full of mockery. "Riya, you're happy. We specially prepared a gift for you. Have you seen it? Do you like it? Now Karthik will definitely kick you out from the crew and I'll become the female lead. hahahaa!"
At that moment, the door opened and Zain came inside. He bowed respectfully and said, "Second Young Master, the woman that just left your room was with her friend last night. She was drunk and lead inside your suite that was why she ended up in your room..." he paused to take a deep breath before he continued, "She want you to remove her from female lead and take her as, so she planned this and also drugged you...."
Karthik held up his hand in a stopping gesture. "Enough! You can leave now"
Zain bowed and left the room.
...
As Riya walked down the streets, she tried to remember how she got to that man's room. She lowered her eyes to look at her messy clothes.
That sick man...
Suddenly, she remembered Ziya, but she didn't find her cellphone.
...
Two weeks later.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Mahi groaned, growing more and more agitated at the obnoxious sound. Why can't it shut up?! Just as she moved her hand, she winced in pain. She felt as if her body has been run over by a truck. Everything hurts, especially her head.
She heard a loud crash in the background. Something huge seemed to have broken from the impact. What followed after were shuffling of clothes and a thud on the wall, as if a body was shoved onto it.
"It's been two weeks and you still haven't stabilized her condition? How incompetent and useless." A familiar voice roared, resembling a provoked predator.
"Avatar bhai you have to calm down—"
"S-sir, please calm down—"
BAM! Something roughly collided on the wall, it sounded as if someone had punched it.
"Avatar bhai! Stop it! The doctor can't rush the healing process—"
"Shut up." He snarled and roughly shoved his younger brother away from him.
"Avatar bhai, you're going too far." Karthik frowned at the barbaric behavior of his older brother. They had encountered so many problems, yet, this was the first time he saw his older brother lose his composure like this. Bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and crooked suit, Avatar looked like a mess.
For as long as Karthik remembered, his older brother was the calm before the storm, the deadly silence before the disaster. Even as a kid, he had remained stoic through anything.
"Incompetent doctors shouldn't work at Mauve Hospital. Have this doctor's license revoked—"
A quiet voice spoke out. "That's...not necessary…" She could barely speak properly, her voice timid due to her scratchy throat from an entire week of dehydration.
Every head in the room snapped to the hospital bed, where Mahi barely had her eyes opened.
Mahi tilted her to head to look at the everyone, their similar appearances had varying expressions on them. Natasha looked as if she was on the verge of tears as her hands came up to cover her mouth in disbelief. Karthik wore a nonchalant, nearly bored, expression as if he didn't care if she woke up or not but how can he not, he's also very happy just didn't showing it.
He'll definitely throw tantrum when he found some alone time with her.
Avatar on the other hand, had a completely different expression from everyone.
She had lost weight from having to rely on infusions to keep her hydrated. Her face was no longer swollen but she still had a deathlike pallor on, while her forehead and neck had been bandaged. Her hair was an oily mess from not being washed for two weeks.
Despite her flawed appearance, Avatar looked at her like she was an angel who descended from Heaven. He looked awestruck by her.
On the other hand, Mahi was surprised to see his appearance. He was still handsome, but gone was the polished man she knew. His perfect suit was wrinkled, his hair was all over the place, and his eyes looked distraught. It was obvious he had been deeply upset for a long time.
Mahi shuffled in her position. She awkwardly eyed the brute that was on the verge of strangling the poor doctor.