Romance FF
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Part 29
The elevator doors slid open.
Maan stepped inside, his hand pressing the button almost absently—but a small, charged smile was already pulling at the corner of his mouth.
For once, he didn’t feel like he was dragging himself through the motions.
For once, every step felt... alive.
The descent to the lobby was quick, but his mind was quicker—rushing ahead, filling with flashes of her laugh, her stubborn chin, her quiet strength. The way she looked at the world like she carried her own universe inside her.
And somehow, she'd become the center of his too.
The realization lit something inside him—something bright, something electric.
He wasn’t chasing guilt.
Wasn’t chasing fear.
He was chasing her.
The doors opened with a soft ding.
Maan strode out into the lobby, the cool air brushing his face, his heart beating fast—not with dread, but with something so new and fierce it almost made him laugh under his breath.
God.
He wanted to see her.
He needed to tell her.
No games. No walls. No half-truths.
Just—her.
He reached the parking lot, the keys slipping into his hand easily, the car unlocking with a quick beep.
As he slid into the driver's seat, he paused for a moment, hands gripping the wheel, a boyish, unstoppable grin breaking through—sharp, wild, real.
For the first time in longer than he could remember, he wanted something without conditions, without logic, without defenses.
He wanted her.
Not someday.
Tonight.
He started the engine.
The city blurred past his windows as he drove, headlights catching on the small, ordinary beauty of the streets—but to him, everything shimmered with new meaning.
Hang on, Geet.
I'm not running anymore.
I'm coming to tell you exactly what you are to me.
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Maan’s car pulled up in front of Geet’s apartment building, the engine humming low beneath the buzz in his ears.
He stepped out quickly, the chilled night air slapping against his face—but it did nothing to quiet the racing inside his chest. His hands clenched at his sides, his heart hammering. Every step toward the building’s entrance was powered by purpose, by something dangerously close to hope.
I just need to see her. Say it. She needs to know.
But halfway up the walkway, his feet slowed.
His breath caught.
Red and blue lights flashed across the street, bouncing off windows and casting fractured beams over pavement.
Maan froze.
An ambulance was parked outside the building, back doors flung open. Paramedics rushed out from the lobby, wheeling a stretcher between them with practiced urgency.
His pulse shot to his throat.
No.
No, no—
He broke into a run.
A crowd had gathered on the sidewalk, murmuring, faces lit by phone screens and fear.
Maan shoved past them, his voice caught in his chest.
Please don’t let it be her.
But then—
He saw her.
The world tilted.
Geet lay on the stretcher, motionless.
Her hair was matted with blood, her forehead split just above the brow, a gash trailing down the curve of her temple. Her face was pale—too pale—and her left arm was twisted at a sickening angle beneath the straps that held her still.
She looked small.
So heartbreakingly still.
Like life had drained from her, leaving only breath and bruises.
His throat dried.
“Geet…” he whispered, but it came out broken, barely air.
Maan surged forward, panic crashing over logic.
A paramedic blocked his path, holding out a firm hand. “Sir, step back.”
“I know her—she’s—” His voice cracked. “What happened? Is she—?”
The man’s face was taut, focused. “She was assaulted. We’re stabilizing her and taking her to City General.”
Maan reeled.
The word hit harder than anything else. Assaulted.
As if someone had ripped the floor out from under him.
The stretcher lifted. Geet’s limp arm dangled briefly before a medic tucked it close, strapping her in. They moved swiftly, the gurney sliding into the back of the ambulance.
Maan stood rooted. Staggered.
He couldn’t breathe.
Maan (thinking): “This can’t be happening. I was supposed to fix this. She was supposed to be okay. I was just about to tell her—”
But she’d been out here alone.
While he was in his office, brushing off Priyanka’s curves, lost in his own torment, Geet had been bleeding.
His knees almost gave.
The ambulance doors slammed shut, and the siren blared to life.
Maan didn’t move. Couldn’t.
The wail tore through the night, and the vehicle sped away, disappearing into city light and shadows.
He just stood there, staring.
The crowd began to scatter, voices dimming into background noise, but Maan was locked in place.
Maan (thinking): “This is my fault. I let her walk away. I let her think she didn’t matter.”
His hands curled into fists. Guilt surged up his spine like a fire he couldn’t douse.
He ran both hands through his hair, his breathing jagged.
And then—
He moved.
He snatched out his phone with trembling fingers and dialed.
“Bring the car around. Now,” he snapped, barely getting the words out.
By the time the headlights flashed beside him, he was already pulling the door open and sliding into the seat, slamming it shut behind him.
“Hospital. City General. Drive.”
The city outside blurred.
Streetlights. Billboards. The echo of sirens in the distance.
His fingers gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles whitened.
Maan (thinking): “Hold on, Geet. Please. I can’t lose you. Not now. Not after everything.”
Images bombarded him—her laughter, the warmth of her hand on his chest, the way she whispered please in the break room like it cost her everything.
He’d been a coward.
He’d let silence win.
And now?
Now, she was in the back of an ambulance, her skin broken, her body bruised, her fate unknown.
The hospital’s emergency bay came into view, flooded in harsh white light. Nurses moved in waves. Gurneys lined the walls. Maan leapt from the car before it had even stopped, sprinting toward the ER doors.
He didn’t know what he’d find.
He only knew he had to be there when she opened her eyes—
The hospital emergency room was a stark, fluorescent wasteland. The air hung thick with the antiseptic scent of cleaning solution and a faint, underlying odor of blood, doing nothing to quell the storm raging within Maan. He rushed through the automatic doors, the cold, sterile light assaulting his eyes, the cacophony of beeping machines and hushed voices a jarring assault on his already frayed senses. The waiting room teemed with people—faces etched with worry, some stoic, others openly weeping—but to Maan, they were a blur, a meaningless backdrop to the single, desperate point of his focus.
Geet.
He descended on the front desk, his voice a raw, unsteady rasp. “Geet…Geetanjali Kumar. She was just brought in. I need to know her condition.”
The nurse behind the desk, her face a mask of professional calm, glanced at her computer screen. “She’s in surgery right now. You’ll have to wait here until the doctors can update you.”
Surgery.
The word crashed against Maan like a physical blow, its weight suffocating. It wasn't a word he associated with Geet. It was a word of violence, of desperate measures, of the razor's edge between life and death. He felt the ground tilt beneath him, the solid certainty of his world dissolving into a sickening uncertainty. He nodded, a jerky, almost convulsive movement, and stumbled toward the nearest row of chairs, collapsing into one with a heavy, defeated sigh. His head fell into his hands, the cool plastic of the chair digging into his temples.
He should have been there.
The thought was a relentless, gnawing ache. She had always been there for him, a constant, unwavering presence in his chaotic world. And he had let her down, allowed her to walk out of his life, out of his protection.
The image of Geet on that stretcher, broken and vulnerable, was seared into his mind, a horrifying tableau that played on an endless loop. Guilt, sharp and corrosive, ate at him. What good was his intellect, his wealth, his power, if he couldn't shield the one person who had managed to breach his defenses, to see beyond the carefully constructed walls he had erected around himself?
Hours bled into an eternity.
Maan couldn't sit still. He paced the small, confined space of the waiting room, a caged animal driven by a frantic energy. He ignored the buzzing of his phone, the persistent messages from Priyanka a distant, irrelevant annoyance. Nothing mattered but Geet.
His mind was a whirlwind of memories, each one a fresh torment. Geet's laughter, bright and unexpected, echoing in the sterile silence. The way her eyes had flashed with intelligence and challenge, meeting his gaze without flinching. The quiet strength with which she had cared for him, anticipating his needs, grounding him in a way no one else ever had.
He had never told her.
The realization was a knife twisting in his gut. He had never voiced the depth of his feelings, the profound impact she had had on his life. What if he never got the chance? The thought was a cold fist squeezing his heart, constricting his breath.
That moment he realized what real fear was.
Fear.
Engulfing, suffocating fear.
It wasn’t the kind that screamed and thrashed.
It was quieter.
More lethal.
A slow, relentless tightening around his chest, around his throat, until every breath felt stolen, until every thought splintered into helpless, desperate prayers.
Fear that didn’t live in the mind —
It lived in the marrow of his bones.
It crawled under his skin, wrapped cold fingers around his spine, made his knees weak with the weight of possibilities he couldn't bear to name.
What if he never heard her voice again?
What if he never saw those stubborn, defiant eyes glare up at him —
never felt her small, steady hands grounding him when he spiraled?
The air in the waiting room thickened, heavier with each passing second, until Maan could barely stay standing.
He pressed a fist against his mouth, a sound escaping him — raw, broken, animalistic- the kind of sound a man made when the world was ripping something irreplaceable from his hands and he was powerless to stop it.
Fear wasn't an emotion anymore.
It was his whole existence.
He had never felt this vulnerable, this exposed. All his life, he had cultivated an image of invulnerability, a carefully crafted persona of control and detachment. Now, stripped bare by fear and regret, he was forced to confront the fragility of life, the devastating possibility of losing the one person who had made him feel…alive. The walls he had so painstakingly built, brick by agonizing brick, crumbled into dust.
Finally, after an endless, agonizing wait, a doctor approached. He pulled off his surgical mask, the faint lines around his eyes betraying the long hours he had spent in the operating room. His expression was calm, but serious.
“She’s stable for now, but it was close. She suffered serious injuries, but we’ve done everything we can. The next 24 hours are critical.”
Maan sagged against the wall, a wave of relief and terror washing over him in equal measure. She was alive. But the fight was far from over. The doctor continued to speak, outlining the extent of her injuries, the procedures they had performed, but Maan's mind was reeling, struggling to process the information.
One thought, clear and unwavering, cut through the fog of his fear.
He wasn’t leaving her side. Not this time.
Part 29
Maan's impatience and thoughts were reasonable
great that he is no longer running away
glad that he wants to tell Geet what she means to him
of cos Maan was petrified seeing the ambulance outside Geet's residence
he was naturally shocked and worried seeing Geet on the stretcher
Gosh Geet was brutally injured
sad seeing Geet like that
Maan was indeed motionless
oh Maan blames himself for Geet's condition
as expected Maan rushed to the hospital
Maan's tension and concern was justified
how this happen to Geet?
so Geet in is surgery
can understand Maan's state of mind
pleased that Geet is stable
however the next 24 hours are critical
not surprised that Maan will not leave Geet's side
hope Geet recovers and will be fine
update soon
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