Nishiv was sitting in his office when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was his grandmother calling. Picking up the call, he greeted her, but she immediately said, "Where are you?"
"At the office," Nishiv replied.
Hearing this, his grandmother retorted, "Still at the office? Do you even remember that you were supposed to bring your wife back from her parents' house today? You've married her, but it seems you've forgotten that you have a wife. Leave everything aside and go bring Nandini home. And I don't want to hear any excuses!" With that, she ended the call.
Nishiv was left stunned. It dawned on him that Nandini hadn't returned home yet. Where was she since morning? Quickly, he called the man he had tasked to follow Nandini. As soon as the call connected, the man nervously greeted him.
"Why didn't you inform me that Nandini hasn't reached home yet?" Nishiv demanded.
The man stuttered in fear, "S-Sorry, sir. She's still at the park. She's been sitting there, lost in thought, since morning."
"And where are you?" Nishiv asked sharply.
The man hesitated before replying, "S-Sir, I was keeping an eye on her, but I stepped away for a bit to grab some food. I...I was hungry..." His voice trailed off, trembling with fear.
"Go back to her immediately and send me her location," Nishiv commanded. The man sent the park's address to Nishiv, who instructed him to keep watch on Nandini until he arrived. Nishiv left his office in a hurry, knowing that if he returned home without Nandini, his grandmother would not spare him a scolding.
As Nishiv sped toward the park, his phone rang again. Answering the call, he heard something that left him utterly shocked. His only response was a single word: "What?"
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Now, Nishiv stood outside a hospital room while doctors treated Nandini inside. She was unconscious, and he anxiously awaited the doctor's update. The room's door opened, and the doctor stepped out to speak with him.
"I've bandaged her wounds. Your wife is out of danger, but she's extremely weak. It seems she hasn't eaten or drunk anything in the past two days," the doctor informed him.
Nishiv was surprised—Nandini hadn't eaten for two days?
The doctor continued, "She's also under a lot of mental stress, which has worsened her condition. It may take until morning for her to regain consciousness. You'll need to take special care of her, especially with her food and rest. Once she's stable, you can take her home."
The doctor left, and Nishiv entered the room. He stared at Nandini, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale and weary.
As he looked at her, anger surged through him. His fists clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead stood out in rage. He muttered to himself, "You've made a grave mistake. You'll regret this." His voice dripped with hatred as he glared at her.
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Meanwhile, in a hotel room, another man sat fuming, a glass of liquor in his hand. A subordinate stood before him, head bowed, fear evident on his face. Suddenly, the man hurled the glass to the floor, shattering it into pieces.
"How? How does he always find out my every move before I make it? How does Nishiv Rathore keep turning the tables on me?"
The subordinate hesitantly replied, "Sir, we gathered all the information thoroughly. Nishiv was supposed to marry Riya, and the girl we sent to his room that night was just a lowly hotel employee. There's no way she could be his fiancée."
Hearing this, the man roared, "Then how did the news break immediately after ours that the girl in Nishiv Rathore's room was actually his fiancée? And why couldn't you stop that news from spreading? You even failed to protect the story we planted from being deleted!"
The subordinate, trembling, responded, "Sir, it's possible they discovered our plan and spread false news to protect his reputation. You know how everyone fears Nishiv Rathore. The reporters told me they had no choice but to delete everything. I...I'm sorry, sir."
The man's fury intensified. "And you're telling me now how our plan failed?!" He smashed another glass to the floor, causing the subordinate to flinch.
The man took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'll have to play a bigger game to take down Nishiv Rathore. I need to set a trap so carefully that he'll have no escape."
He stared ahead, plotting his next move, his rage palpable in the room.
Nishiv was sitting in his office when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was his grandmother calling. Picking up the call, he greeted her, but she immediately said, "Where are you?"
"At the office," Nishiv replied.
Hearing this, his grandmother retorted, "Still at the office? Do you even remember that you were supposed to bring your wife back from her parents' house today? You've married her, but it seems you've forgotten that you have a wife. Leave everything aside and go bring Nandini home. And I don't want to hear any excuses!" With that, she ended the call.
Nishiv was left stunned. It dawned on him that Nandini hadn't returned home yet. Where was she since morning? Quickly, he called the man he had tasked to follow Nandini. As soon as the call connected, the man nervously greeted him.
"Why didn't you inform me that Nandini hasn't reached home yet?" Nishiv demanded.
The man stuttered in fear, "S-Sorry, sir. She's still at the park. She's been sitting there, lost in thought, since morning."
"And where are you?" Nishiv asked sharply.
The man hesitated before replying, "S-Sir, I was keeping an eye on her, but I stepped away for a bit to grab some food. I...I was hungry..." His voice trailed off, trembling with fear.
"Go back to her immediately and send me her location," Nishiv commanded. The man sent the park's address to Nishiv, who instructed him to keep watch on Nandini until he arrived. Nishiv left his office in a hurry, knowing that if he returned home without Nandini, his grandmother would not spare him a scolding.
As Nishiv sped toward the park, his phone rang again. Answering the call, he heard something that left him utterly shocked. His only response was a single word: "What?"
---
Now, Nishiv stood outside a hospital room while doctors treated Nandini inside. She was unconscious, and he anxiously awaited the doctor's update. The room's door opened, and the doctor stepped out to speak with him.
"I've bandaged her wounds. Your wife is out of danger, but she's extremely weak. It seems she hasn't eaten or drunk anything in the past two days," the doctor informed him.
Nishiv was surprised—Nandini hadn't eaten for two days?
The doctor continued, "She's also under a lot of mental stress, which has worsened her condition. It may take until morning for her to regain consciousness. You'll need to take special care of her, especially with her food and rest. Once she's stable, you can take her home."
The doctor left, and Nishiv entered the room. He stared at Nandini, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale and weary.
As he looked at her, anger surged through him. His fists clenched tightly, and the veins on his forehead stood out in rage. He muttered to himself, "You've made a grave mistake. You'll regret this." His voice dripped with hatred as he glared at her.
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Meanwhile, in a hotel room, another man sat fuming, a glass of liquor in his hand. A subordinate stood before him, head bowed, fear evident on his face. Suddenly, the man hurled the glass to the floor, shattering it into pieces.
"How? How does he always find out my every move before I make it? How does Nishiv Rathore keep turning the tables on me?"
The subordinate hesitantly replied, "Sir, we gathered all the information thoroughly. Nishiv was supposed to marry Riya, and the girl we sent to his room that night was just a lowly hotel employee. There's no way she could be his fiancée."
Hearing this, the man roared, "Then how did the news break immediately after ours that the girl in Nishiv Rathore's room was actually his fiancée? And why couldn't you stop that news from spreading? You even failed to protect the story we planted from being deleted!"
The subordinate, trembling, responded, "Sir, it's possible they discovered our plan and spread false news to protect his reputation. You know how everyone fears Nishiv Rathore. The reporters told me they had no choice but to delete everything. I...I'm sorry, sir."
The man's fury intensified. "And you're telling me now how our plan failed?!" He smashed another glass to the floor, causing the subordinate to flinch.
The man took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'll have to play a bigger game to take down Nishiv Rathore. I need to set a trap so carefully that he'll have no escape."
He stared ahead, plotting his next move, his rage palpable in the room.