His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

Withered Rose.

She was a pure white rose,
But he made her bleed,
Painting her in her own blood.

_Aastha.

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Aksh Singhania's P.O.V

I sat on the ground weeping for hours, hoping they would let me in, to stay with my rose. I kept tucking my mehak's dairy close to myself, imagining that I'm hugging her instead of a diary. It was the only thing which I had with me at the moment, which gave me comfort in unimaginable ways when I had nothing but tears and an open sky, with mockery surrounding me, which gave me the feel of my rose, being with me. I was drowning in my own created abyss, and the only thing which barely kept me floating was mehak. And like a desperate drowning man, I was holding that thin thread of her essence tightly. And right now, my rose's diary is the closest thing from which I can feel her.

I didn't care about the media, producing breaking news with headlines stating Aksh Singhania being found weeping on the ground in front of the hospital, I didn't care about the people whispering among themselves after seeing my state, as they passed by me, I didn't care about my all mighty reputation of cold hearted businessman, I didn't care about the hospital staffs mocking at the tears which were continuosly being shed by my eyes, I didn't care about anything except my rose. But minutes turned into hours, yet not a single move was made. I finally acknowledged that they won't melt, and wouldn't let me in.

No! I can't leave her alone.

I stood up with determination this time, adamant to reach her, despite all the restrictions and plotting Anurag and Shourya has made. I pulled out my iPhone and dailed the number of my PA. There was certain thrive surging through me, to reach her, to stay with her, to soothe any restlessness she'd feel but wouldn't be able to voice out. I simply needed to be with her now, more than ever.

"Evening, S-" I cut off his pleasantries.

"Listen carefully Piyush, I want you to buy Hope - The Medicity hospital by tomorrow morning at any cost. I don't care what you'll do, and how will you do, shower money like rainfall I don't care, but I want the authorisation paper with every legal rights of it, on my name by tomorrow morning."

"But Sir, it's owned by-"

"I don't like to repeat myself. I want the fucking papers by tomorrow." I deadpanned.

"Okay, Sir." He sighed, defeated. He very well knows about me. And that's what he's good at, getting the impossible works done within the limited time period.

"Send me a car within 10 minutes outside the parking area of Hope - The Medicity hospital." I ordered further.

"Got it Sir. Uhh... The media.." He hesitantly trialed off, but I knew what he was implying.

"Haven't I told you to shut the mouths of the high official media?" I rubbed my eyes with a sigh.

"Sir, they have been already shut but lately a video of yours is leaked... Of few hours ago." I understood he deliberately didn't mention that content of the video which had captured my weeping. I'm thankful he didn't leave the job or insulted me, and still gives me the same respect which obviously I don't deserve but money can do wonders.

"Feed them more money. I don't want the news to be aired on any channels. Take down all the videos which have been posted on social media sites and brand it as a morphed video. I want everything related to it to be wiped out." My voice had turned ice by now. I don't have time to spare on the nuisance of media or the questions that will be labelled with the disclosure of video. My only concern is my rose now. I can't do shit by playing question answer.