"THE WAR HAS BEGIN"
293 Words
The OT light blazed overhead - cold clinical
.
Rivan Malhota lay on the surgical table , stripped of his jacket , blood gauze at his shoulder . His breathing was steady , controlled - just like him
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.
He watched her walk in
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Anivika Rathore
Hair tied tight. Gloves on.Scrubbed in silence
The woman who shot him was now the women who would save him.
"Didn't think you would be the one doing this," he murmured, voice low, strained but amused , "Or is this the part of punishment?"
She didn't respond. She didn't even
flinch.
She only looked at the monitor, her eyes trained, heart locked behind still.
"You should've let me die". he said
"Trust me," she whispered, eyes flicking to his. "That option is still on the table."
Rivan chuckled despite the pain. "You are colder than I imagined."
"You imagined me?"
He smirked. "more than once"
she picked up the scalpel. The room stilled .
Her hands move like poetry- precise, flawless. She cut through the fabric, through the wound, stitching flesh as if it were marble.
"You aimed close to the heart," he said
"I don't miss."
"Then why didn't you kill me?"
She looked at him, her expression unreadable under the mask.
"Because dead man can't regret."
For a moment, silence felled. A charged silence, thicker than blood.
"I will have what I came for," he said, his voice softer now. But thicker than blood
She leaned in, lips near his ear. So close he can feel her breath .
"TRY ME." she whispered.
She stepped back. The surgery was
done.
He lay there, wounded but alive.
And for the first time in years, Rivan Malhotra didn't feel in control.
He felt OWNED
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