𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

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M A H I R

Sometimes we hurt the people who care about us the most, who help you even when you didn't ask for it. My entire life I never needed any help, I was taught to be strong. My father was like any other father, teaching us how to live upto their reputation.

Growing up I have always admired his efforts and dedication towards his family and business. I wanted to be like my father like any other son and somehow in the process I became like him.

I became my father. Cold and unapologetic. The moment I took over the company, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. A world where there's no second chance. Where there's no forgiveness. And as the time passes, I find it entirely comforting knowing I'm someone who's feared and respected. Someone who's not at the mercy of these things they call fate and destiny.

But I wasn't always like this.

"How is she?" I asked glancing at the unconscious girl on the bed.

"Nothing to worry. She fainted because of shock." Docter Raj, our family doctor informed.

"I'd like to see her medical history." He added later earning a nod from me.

"Is she okay? There's no serious injuries, right?" I asked worried.

"No, she's okay. Although she sprained her ankle." The doctor said showing me her left ankle which is swollen now.

"Make sure she doesn't walk or put pressure on her feet for the next twenty four hours." I nodded watching him check her pulse one last time before grabbing his suitcase.

"Mr Mahir," I looked at her docter who seemed a little hesitant.

"I don't want to pry but I saw some bruises on her wrist. I'll text you the name of the ointment, make sure she applies it and take her medicines on time." I nodded at him appreciatively.

"Thank you, docter." I walked him out.

Removing my suit jacket I went straight to her room. As I sat down beside her the scene from before keep appearing again and again.

What if I wasn't fast enough? What if I hadn't saved her? The thought alone brought an unknown feeling inside me.

My eyes caught the bruises on her wrist causing me to clench my fist in anger. How could I hurt her?

I was angry but there's nothing that could justify my actions. I shouldn't have hurt her. Regret filled my senses as I sat there waiting for her to wake up.

Rudra was right. Bella doesn't deserve all these. She doesn't deserve my anger or the hateful words I say to her. She's just someone who's caught up in all this.

She's someone who's paying the price for being a Raghuvanshi.

I don't know for how long I sat there but it was like I was assuring myself that she was okay. I wanted her to know that I was there for her when she wakes up.