Saanvi pov :

the warm sunlight streamed through my window, I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the brightness that filled my room.

I instinctively raised a hand to shield my face, murmuring, "It's too bright," before letting out a soft sigh. 

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet sinking into the soft carpet. The quiet of the morning wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

After stretching out my limbs, I finally pushed myself up and started my usual morning routine. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and checked the time 6:00 AM.

A peaceful silence surrounded me, and for a moment, I simply enjoyed the calmness before the day ahead.  After scrolling through a few messages and notifications, I placed my phone back on the table and headed to the bathroom.

As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a small smile tugged at my lips. My hair was a tangled mess, and my eyes still held the remnants of sleep. I chuckled softly at my reflection before stepping into the shower.  The moment the warm water cascaded over my body, I let out a deep breath, feeling my sleepiness wash away with it.

The steam filled the bathroom, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to relax before the day fully began. 

Once I was done, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. I picked out my favorite yellow anarkali suit its vibrant color always lifted my mood.

A few swift strokes of my comb tamed my tangled hair, and I admired my transformation in the mirror before heading downstairs. 

As soon as I stepped into the dining area, the delicious aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filled my senses.

"Mumma" I called out happily, walking over to embrace her. 

She turned to me with a loving smile. "Good morning, beta.

"Go eat your breakfast before it gets cold," she said, her eyes filled with affection. 

I nodded and took my seat beside Dad and my younger sister, Diya.

"Good morning, Dada," I greeted respectfully. 

Dad looked up from his plate, his face lighting up with a warm smile

"Good morning, my child," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. 

We chatted about our plans for the day, and when I mentioned my busy schedule at the hospital, Dad’s eyes filled with pride. 

"You're doing a great job, beta. We're all very proud of you," he said, his voice laced with sincerity.  Hearing those words filled me with warmth.

After finishing breakfast, I gathered my things, ready to leave for work.

"I'm off to the hospital, Mumma," I said, picking up my purse. 

Mom's expression immediately turned concerned. "Take care, beta. Drive safely," she reminded me, as she did every day. 

I smiled, reassuring her with a nod. "I will, Mumma. Don’t worry." 

Oh! Did I introduce myself?  I’m Saanvi Chauhan, a professional cardiologist. 

I stepped out of the house, feeling the crisp morning air against my skin . As I got into my car, I played my favorite devotional song, allowing the soothing melody to fill my mind with peace as I drove to the hospital.  Upon arriving, I parked my car and stepped out, taking a deep breath as the sunlight hit my face.

I looked around, my eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near the entrance. It was my best friend, Ishika.

I walked toward her, calling out her nickname, "Ishu"  She turned around immediately, her face lighting up.

"Saanvi Hey, doc, I'm so glad you're here," she said excitedly. "I was just catching up with Dr. Singhania." 

I smiled at the doctor and exchanged polite greetings before turning my attention back to Ishika. 

"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked curiously. 

Ishika's eyes gleamed with mischief. "We've got a packed schedule ahead of us," she said with a dramatic sigh. 

I chuckled. "When do we not?" 

"True," she laughed.

"But don't worry, I've got everything under control." 

I smirked, knowing Ishika’s confidence was well-placed. "I'm sure you do, Ishu."  She blushed slightly at the compliment.

With a shared laugh, we made our way toward the hospital entrance, ready to take on the challenges of the day.

And today, I just knew it was going to be a great day.

🌷Author Pov:

A dark shadow which is an enigma similar to a paradox it emits a cold aura yet enticing that can attract anybody. Although the entire world is incapable of comprehending of whom this lonely deep silhouette is but the mysterious soul attracts all.

Something that words can't describe his pairs Brown eyes which is dangerous they are beautiful as if someone might willing crave to get drowned in his dark brown orbs. The cold breeze pass through his thick hair ruffling it slightly. His physique the essence of his charisma which allures people in a constant pull. His well built body is like a greek god. It doesn't even resemble that he is the world's most sought after mafia . His abs ripple that has been curved in his body perfectly and his death God like personality make a heaven yet firece aura. But he is not an angel. It's a devil a dark devil.

I'm Rajveer Singh Rajawat widely known as pool of blood I'm the king of this world.

Rajveer POV:

I was beyond pissed. My night had taken a sharp turn from unwinding at the bar with my most trusted man, Abhiman, to getting shot in the damn arm.

The pain was searing, but my rage burned hotter.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my gun and fired back, taking down the bastards who dared to attack me.  

"Let's go" I gritted out, pressing a hand to my bleeding arm as we rushed out of the bar. 

Abhiman didn’t need to be told twice. He had my back, always. He got me into the car, his jaw tight with fury, and sped through the streets, heading straight to the hospital.  By the time we burst through the hospital doors, the metallic scent of blood mixed with the sterile air. I could feel the warm stickiness of it soaking through my sleeve, but I ignored it.

I’d had worse. 

Abhiman, however, was not as composed. He stormed up to the reception desk, his dark eyes blazing with fury. 

"Where’s the doctor?" he barked, his voice sharp enough to make the nurse behind the desk flinch. "My boss has a gunshot wound. Get someone in here now!" 

The young nurse, clearly terrified, hesitated before stammering, "S-sir, we have to report gunshot wounds to the police. It's protocol, and we can't risk" 

Abhiman slammed his fist against the desk, making everyone jump. "You’re going to risk her life over paperwork?" His voice was deadly calm now, which was always worse. "Listen carefully get a doctor in here now, or this hospital will regret ever crossing me." 

The nurse’s face turned pale. Her hands trembled as she quickly nodded.

"I-I’ll get the doctor right away" She turned and practically ran down the hall. 

I leaned against the counter, breathing through the pain, watching the scene unfold. The adrenaline was wearing off, and my arm throbbed with each beat of my heart. But more than that, my mind was racing. 

Who the hell had dared to come after me?

Who had the audacity to pull that trigger? 

I glanced at Abhiman. His fists were clenched, his whole body tense with barely controlled rage. But there was something else in his eyes determination. 

I knew that look. He wasn’t just angry. He was already planning. Already thinking about the people responsible. 

And I knew one thing for sure. 

Whoever had done this?  They were going to pay.

Saanvi POV:

I had just finished a long day of treating patients and was resting in my cabin, trying to rest. But my peace didn’t last long. A commotion in the corridor caught my attention. 

I got up from my chair and walked to the door, curious about the noise. As soon as I opened it, I saw one of the nurses hurrying toward me. She looked anxious, her face pale with worry. 

"Dr. Chauhan, are you on duty?" she asked, her voice trembling. 

I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the exhaustion. "No, my shift is over.

What’s wrong?" 

She let out a breath, relieved but still nervous. "A patient has been brought in with a gunshot wound to his right arm. I told them it's a police case, and we can’t treat him without proper procedure, but they won’t listen." 

That caught my attention.

"Who are they?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. 

She hesitated, glancing around before lowering her voice. "I don’t know exactly but they don’t look like the kind of people you argue with. They seem dangerous." 

A chill ran down my spine. I had dealt with all kinds of patients in my career, but this felt different.However, my duty was clear I was a doctor, and my job was to save lives, no matter who needed help. 

I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and nodded. "Alright, take me to them." 

Without another word, I followed the nurse out of my cabin and into the unknown.

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Rajveer pov:

I sat in the hospital corridor, my body tense as I clutched my bleeding right arm. The pain was sharp, but I had endured worse. What bothered me more was the waiting. My patience was running thin, and my eyes kept scanning the area for a doctor.  Blood dripped from my wound, staining my clothes and pooling on the floor. Abhiman, my right-hand man, stood beside me, arms crossed, his face set in a deep frown. I knew he was restless too, but we had no choice but to wait. 

Just when I was about to snap, the door to one of the rooms opened, and a doctor stepped out. I hadn’t expected much, but the sight of her made me pause.  She was petite, with a delicate face that seemed almost too soft for a place like this. Her big, expressive eyes held a quiet intensity, and her long black hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. She had full, pink lips, pursed slightly in concentration as she walked toward us. 

For some reason, I found myself staring. Maybe it was the way the harsh fluorescent lights made her eyes sparkle or the way her dimples deepened when she smiled slightly. Whatever it was, I couldn’t look away. 

Then, just as quickly as the moment came, it was gone. Her gaze met mine, and for a second, we just stared at each other. Something flickered in her eyes, something unreadable. I felt like I was drowning in those deep brown eyes, but before I could think too much about it, she looked away. A faint flush crept onto her cheeks as she turned her attention to me. 

"Hello, Mr..." she paused briefly, as if waiting for a name, then continued, "I’m Dr. Chauhan. What seems to be the problem here?" Her voice was soft but steady, carrying a quiet confidence. 

Before I could speak, Abhiman stepped forward, his frustration clear.

"Don’t you see, Doctor? My boss’s hand is bleeding," he said, his tone edged with impatience. 

I shot him a sharp glare. Couldn’t he see the doctor was just doing her job? There was no need for the attitude. 

To my surprise, Dr. Chauhan didn’t seem fazed at all.

Instead, she turned to Abhiman with a calm, almost amused expression. "Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Bodyguard," she said, rolling her eyes. "I totally didn’t notice the ocean of blood pouring from his hand. Thank you for stating the obvious. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll do my actual job and treat him." 

I smirked despite the pain.

She had a sharp tongue.

I liked that. 

She knelt beside me, her fingers gently examining my wounded arm. Her touch was light but firm, her eyes scanning the injury with a keen focus.

I felt a strange sense of relief wash over menot just because I was finally getting treated, but because, somehow, she made me feel like I was in good hands. 

Still, as I watched her work, I couldn’t ignore the spark of attraction creeping up on me. There was something about her confidence, her calm demeanor, the way she carried herself that intrigued me. 

I pushed the thought aside. I had bigger problems to deal with than a pretty doctor. But even as I tried to focus, I found myself stealing glances at her, fascinated despite myself.

Saanvi Pov:

As we walked in, I immediately noticed the two men in the room. One stood near the bed, his posture stiff and alert, while the other sat in a chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. 

It was the man sitting down who caught my attention. He had an air of authority about him dark, brooding, and intense. His piercing eyes locked onto mine the second I stepped inside, and for a moment, I felt frozen in place. A strange shiver ran down my spine as an unexplainable tension settled between us. 

For just a second, I forgot why I was there. The patient, the wound, the urgency of the situation all of it faded into the background. The only thing that seemed to matter was the way he was looking at me, as if he could see straight through me. 

I forced myself to break eye contact, swallowing hard as I turned my attention back to the injured man lying on the bed. Reminding myself of my duty, I took a deep breath and got to work. 

As I prepared to remove the bullet from his arm, the atmosphere in the room remained thick with tension. The patient was silent, his face unreadable, but his eyes never left mine. 

"This is going to hurt," I warned him gently. "But don't worry, I'll take care of it." 

He gave a brief nod, showing no sign of emotion. I steadied myself and began the delicate procedure. My hands moved with precision, carefully extracting the bullet while doing my best to minimize the pain. 

Even as I worked, I could still feel his gaze on me intense, unwavering. It made me uneasy, but I refused to let it shake my focus. 

Minutes passed, feeling longer than they should, but finally, I managed to remove the bullet. Exhaling a small breath of relief, I quickly cleaned the wound and dressed it with a fresh bandage. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, glancing up at him. 

He gave another curt nod, his voice gruff when he spoke. "Yes." 

Despite his cold tone, I smiled lightly and turned to leave. But before I could take a step, he suddenly stood up. His movements were swift, almost too fast for someone who had just been injured. Instinct kicked in, and I immediately reached out, my hands pressing against his arm. 

"Wait!" I said firmly.

"Your wound isn't fully healed yet. You shouldn't be moving around like this." 

His eyes flashed with annoyance as he turned to face me.

"That's none of your business, Dr. Sahiba," he muttered, his voice low and threatening. 

I didn't flinch. Instead, I held my ground, meeting his glare with calm determination. "Actually, it is my business," I countered. "As your doctor, my job is to make sure you get the right care.If you push yourself too soon, you’ll only make things worse." 

For a long moment, he said nothing. The tension in the room crackled like electricity, but I refused to back down. I could see something shift in his expression just the slightest hesitation before he finally looked away. 

Satisfied, I allowed myself a small, victorious smile. "Good," I said, stepping back. "Now, let’s get you back to bed so you can heal properly." 

He didn’t argue, but the look he gave me as he sat down told me one thing this wasn’t over.

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Rajveer Pov:

I sit there on the bed, I couldn't help but notice how close she was to me. Her face was inches from mine, and I could feel her warm breath on my skin. Her hair was a tangled mess, and strands of it had escaped her ponytail, framing her face and brushing against my cheek.

I was frozen in place, unsure of how to react. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch her, to see if she was real. Another part of me wanted to step back, to put some distance between us.

But before I could do either, she suddenly realized how close we were. Her eyes widened, and she turned her face away from mine, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

she turned, her hair brushed against my face, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I knew in that moment that I was in trouble.I was drawn to her, to her spark, her energy, and her beauty. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay away from her for long.

She examined my wound, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was standing so close to me, my face inches from her, and her hair was brushing against my cheek. I felt a flutter in my chest, and her hands trembled slightly as she worked.

She quickly pulled myself together, realizing how close we were. She turned away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

She turned to leave, I spoke up, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Dr. Sahiba, can I go home now?" I asked.

"You need to take care of yourself," she said, her voice firm. "No more fighting."

I laughed, the sound low and husky. "I make no promises, Doctor Sahiba," I said, my eyes locked on hers.

Her's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. Instead, she met my gaze, a spark of determination in her eyes.

"I'll take that as a challenge," She said, a small smile playing on her lips.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her spirit. "You shouldn't," I said, my voice low and husky.

Her's eyes locked on mine, a hint of defiance in their depths. "I'm not afraid of you," she said, her voice steady.

I laughed, the sound low and menacing. "You should be," I said, my eyes burning with intensity.Her smile faltered, but she didn't back down. Instead, she met my gaze, a spark of determination in her eyes.

"I'm not intimidated by you," She replied , her voice firm.

I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers. "You should be," I whispered, my breath dancing across her skin.

Her's eyes fluttered closed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she stood frozen, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.I could feel the tension between us building, the air thick with unspoken desire. I knew I should step back, but I couldn't resist the pull of her proximity.

SAANVI POV:

I change the topic because he makes me nervous," I thought to myself, trying to compose my professionalism.

I smiled and shook my head. "Sorry, sir, but your wound is not fully recovered. You need to rest and let it heal."

He nodded, but I could sense a hint of impatience in his tone. "I will come tomorrow morning for a checkup," he said.

I smiled, trying to reassure him. "What if you didn't?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.But his response was anything but light. His tone turned rough and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. "I swear, I will come at 9 am tomorrow," he growled.

I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart skipped a beat. There was something about his tone, something that made me feel like I was in trouble. But I just smiled and nodded, trying to keep my composure.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," I said, trying to sound calm.

SAANVI POV:

I walked into my cozy cabin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day, and I was exhausted. I grabbed my purse and headed to the parking area, eager to get home and unwind.

The drive home was uneventful, and I found myself lost in thought as I navigated the familiar roads. As I pulled into my driveway, I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me.

I changed into something comfortable and headed downstairs, where my mom was busy making dinner. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, and my stomach growled in anticipation.

Just as we were about to sit down to eat, the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it, and my heart swelled with joy as I saw my dad standing on the porch, a warm smile on his face.

"Papa!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him and hugging him tightly. "Welcome home!"

My dad chuckled and hugged me back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sanu beta, you will never grow up," he teased, using my nickname.

I laughed and we spent the rest of the evening catching up and enjoying each other's company. As we sat down to eat, I felt grateful for this warm and loving family of mine.