In the darkness of the room, a soft golden glow emanated from a few dim lamps, barely illuminating the luxurious space. On the large, plush bed, two figures lay entwined, their bare skin warm against one another. The sheets were tangled around them, whispering of the passion that had just unfolded.

Clothing was strewn across the floor, a silent testament to the urgency of their desire. The boy, however, seemed restless, shifting as if searching for comfort. He moved closer, his head nuzzling downward until it found a resting place in the soft curve of the girl's cleavage.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she felt him settle. "Now you're comfortable, right?" she whispered playfully, her voice laced with affection.

As he nestled into her embrace, she gently stroked his hair, her fingers running through his tousled locks. Leaning down, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, a gesture that spoke volumes. In that quiet intimacy, nothing else existed but the warmth of their connection.

Time slipped away, marked only by the steady rhythm of his breathing, which indicated that he had drifted into a deep sleep. Carefully, she began to sit up, mindful not to disturb him. Yet, as she shifted, he instinctively tightened his hold around her waist, his arms wrapping more securely as if afraid she might slip away.

She paused, looking down at him with tenderness. His peaceful face, half-buried against her, radiated innocence. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, touched by the purity of the moment.

Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair and leaned down to whisper, "You're so adorable... just like a child."

Her heart swelled with affection as she gazed at him, feeling an unbreakable bond with the boy who held her so tightly. Leaning back against the pillows, she decided to remain still, wanting to savor the moment for as long as possible.

After a few moments, she carefully reached over to the bedside table and retrieved a small, well-worn diary from beneath the dim lamp, its pages filled with memories and thoughts. Gently, she turned onto her belly, ensuring she wouldn't disturb his hold around her waist.

With a soft smile playing on her lips, she opened the diary to a blank page, the lamp's glow just bright enough to illuminate the paper. Picking up a pen, her fingers curled around it as she began to write, the nib scratching softly against the page.

"Tonight is so special... these moments with him, like a dream. I will always treasure this moment in my heart."

Pausing, she glanced at the boy, still asleep, his face serene. A tender smile curved her lips as she continued to write, pouring her emotions onto the paper.

"When he's this close to me, it feels like I have all the happiness in the world. His breath, his touch... everything feels so much like my own."

Her writing was slow and deliberate, each word carefully chosen to capture the essence of the moment. The diary became a silent witness to her deepest emotions, a place to pour her heart out without fear.

As she finished her entry, she closed the diary gently and placed it back on the lamp table. Turning onto her side, she snuggled closer to him, feeling content and at peace. Her heart felt full, knowing these moments would live on in her memory, carefully preserved in the pages of her diary.

The morning sun began to creep into the room, its rays gently disturbing his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the light, and felt the soft warmth of her back pressed against his chest. Smiling, he kissed the back of her head and whispered softly, "Good morning, love."

But there was no response. His smile faded as a flicker of concern crossed his face. He gently turned her over, expecting to see her sleepy smile, but instead, his heart stopped. Blood smeared across her nose, and her face was pale.

Panic surged through him as he quickly sat up, his mind racing. Without hesitation, he hurriedly grabbed clothes from the floor, dressing both of them with trembling hands. He scooped her up into his arms, cradling her bridal-style, his heart pounding with fear.

The bedroom door swung open, revealing two men dressed in black—his bodyguards, always alert. They stiffened at the sight of their boss and his wife in such a state.

One of the guards opened his mouth to speak, but the boy silenced him with a sharp look and barked, "Raghav, car!" The command was enough; both guards sprang into action. Raghav sprinted to the driver's seat while Tiger rushed to open the back door.

The boy carried her to the car, gently placing her on the back seat as he tried to wake her. The drive to the hospital was a blur of fear and urgency. Upon arrival, the sight of him carrying the unconscious girl sent shockwaves through the hospital staff. No one dared to stop him.

The head doctor hurried over, quickly assessing the situation. "Get the operating room ready, now!" he ordered, gesturing for a nurse to prepare for immediate surgery.

Before the doctor could move, the boy grabbed him by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury and desperation. "Don't let anything happen to her, understand? If something happens to her, I'll end all of you. And you know I can do it."

The doctor nodded quickly, his face pale, and rushed toward the operating room. The boy watched him go, heart pounding in his chest as he prayed silently for her safety.