devil love's angel

hospital

The car that had left the hospital came straight and stopped in front of Aditya Varman’s office. The man who got out looked at Shiva and said, “Night Wolf.”

Hearing this, Shiva replied, “Boss, we don’t need them.”

The man growled, “Okay, boss. If you say so, that’s right.” Then he took his phone, walked forward step by step, and entered the office.

He went straight into the room reserved for him. Outside that room, a golden nameplate read: Aditya Varman, M.D.. He opened the door, walked directly to the cupboard stacked with files and books, pressed a hidden button, and the cupboard shifted aside to reveal a passage. Inside was another door that required his fingerprint. Once he placed it, the door opened, and he went in.

There was an underground base just for him. He was not just part of the mafia—he was a king whom even mafia leaders bowed down to. Countless men worked for him inside. All of them had muscular, disciplined bodies; one hit from them and an enemy would collapse instantly. They were all dressed in black suits.

The moment they saw him enter, everyone bowed their heads in respect. Not a single person uttered a word. After paying their respects, they returned to their work.

There was a grand chair in the center. He walked calmly, sat down with one leg crossed over the other, and looked at the dollar chain around his neck. He smiled faintly. Everyone around immediately understood—something big was about to happen.

Moments later, Shiva entered.

“Tell me, Shiva. What happened to the matter I mentioned?” he asked.

“They’ve said they’ll be here in five minutes, boss,” Shiva replied.

“There are only two ways into this underground base. One is through your office, and the other… well, let’s see whose place that second path belongs to,” Shiva said.

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Meanwhile, at the hospital, Sangamitra was busy with her work when Naveen, who had just finished an operation, came to her room.

Seeing him, she smiled. “Come in, sir.”

He asked nervously, “Sangamitra, is everything okay?”

“Don’t worry, sir. Everything is fine. He isn’t as strict as you said. He only had a small injury on his hand. I treated it, dressed it, and prescribed some medicines. I just told him to avoid getting his hand wet for a while,” she replied.

“Really? Did he actually allow you to treat him? I thought he would have caused some big trouble,” Naveen said in surprise.

“Don’t worry so much, sir. I’ve handled plenty of patients worse than this. Patience is the first lesson of a doctor. Even if he gets angry, you should stay calm,” she said kindly.

Naveen smiled and left. Still, he was puzzled. Did she really treat him? This man never stays quiet… oh God, what if he’s set a trap for me? Please protect me, I’m just an ordinary man. My wife and child depend on me. With that prayer, he returned to his duties.

Back in her room, Sangamitra’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, her face lit up. She quickly answered and said, “Tell me, Sanjeev.”

On the other side, Sanjeev complained, “Darling, are you always this busy? Don’t you ever think of me?”

“Don’t say that, Sanjeev. No matter how busy I am, I always think of you,” she replied.

Sanjeev said, “I want to tell our families about our love. Will you come and talk to my parents? I’m sure they’ll agree.”

Hearing this, she asked in surprise, “Baby, are you serious?”

“Yes. But before we talk to your parents, I need to tell mine first. My mother will never agree easily. I’ll need time to convince her. Don’t rush things. You understand, right? Actually, I have an idea—but you’ll probably say no. If we have a child first and give it to my mom, she’ll never oppose us. What do you say?”

Hearing this, Sangamitra became furious.

“Enough, Sanjeev! Stop. Marriage is about uniting two families with blessings. We must never rush into such things. Whatever it is, we’ll face it after marriage. Until then, let’s continue to love each other. I will never leave you. But if our marriage has to start with something like that, then I don’t want such a marriage,” she said firmly.

Sanjeev, irritated, snapped, “Fine. I have work. I’ll call you later,” and cut the call before she could reply.

Sangamitra was deeply worried. But her loving heart felt guilty—Did I hurt him? That was her nature: soft, kind, patient in everything, handling even the biggest problems calmly. But once her anger arose, no one could stop her. Even the most hot-tempered people would surrender before her.

Just then, a nurse rushed in. “Doctor, emergency!” Without hesitation, Sangamitra grabbed her stethoscope and hurried away.

Meanwhile, Sanjeev muttered angrily after cutting the call.

This fool… I was planning to use her and throw her away, and she’s giving me lectures. Does she think she’s good enough for me? My father is a rich man, I’m from a millionaire family. Why should I go beg at her house? She’s nothing. I’ll sell her off when the time comes. Silly girl, wait—I’ll clip your wings soon enough.

At that moment, someone knocked on his door. It was his mother, Latha.

“Son, I’ve been knocking so long! Why didn’t you open the door?” she asked.

“Nothing, mom. Tell me—what about the matter I asked?” he replied.

She sat inside and said, “Listen, you know how I trapped your father into my control, right? That’s how we got this wealth, this luxurious life. As long as your father remains under my hand, everything is ours. Remember that. I even made him abandon his three children and wife on the street to get here.”

“Not just that,” she continued, “I want to marry your sister off to a rich man. But your father isn’t giving money like before. He suspects something. If he finds out we’re making money by selling girls, it’ll all be over. Be patient. I’ll handle him.”

Sanjeev scowled. “Mom, I don’t need these stories. I need money now. I asked him before, and he gave me, right? This time too, get it from him. You know I tried to kill him many times, but he escaped. This time, I want money for a plan to finish him off.”

“Son, every time we sell a girl, don’t we earn well? Use that properly instead of wasting it. Don’t always run to your father,” Latha scolded.

Still, the two of them went downstairs, where Karunagaran was sitting on the sofa.

They sat down. Karunagaran looked at them and asked, “What is it now? What do you want?”

Latha quickly said, “Nothing big… our son is running his own business. He needs fifty lakhs. Can you give it?”

Karunagaran frowned. “How many times must I give him fifty lakhs? I’ve already spent so much on him. Does he look like someone doing business to you?”

Latha’s eyes welled up, and she said emotionally, “So you won’t even give money when your own son asks? Do you not even consider him your child anymore?”

Karunagaran sighed. “Enough, Latha. Stop this drama. I’ll give the money.”

The faces of both mother and son lit up in joy.

What a family, one could only sigh.

Then Karunagaran asked, “By the way, where’s Mayuri?”

“She’s asleep. She came home late last night, so she’s resting,” Latha lied, hiding her fear.

In truth, Mayuri hadn’t come home. She had been out drinking with strangers. If Karunagaran ever found out, he would kill her. So Latha covered it up.

“Alright. I have to go to the office. I’m leaving,” Karunagaran said as he stood up.

“Okay, take care,” Latha and her beloved son chorused with fake affecting