Chapter 33 | Devil King

Don't fret precious, I'm here

Step away from the window, go back to sleep

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils

See, they don't give a fuck about you like I do

Count lies like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep, like sheep

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I was fast asleep, thanks to the sleeping pills that had finally given me some peace. But then, I was gently awakened by a melodious voice that seemed to radiate like a shining sun. I smiled, still with my eyes closed, as I recognized the voice as Jaana's. She was singing, and her voice was like a dream.

"Oh God, kitna aacha gaati hai meri choti se Koyal," I thought to myself, my heart skipping a beat. I couldn't help but wonder if she was actually here, in my house, singing just for me.

I quickly opened my eyes and sat up, looking around the room in hope of catching a glimpse of her beautiful face. My eyes scanned the room, and for a moment, I thought I saw her. But then, I realized it was just her painting on the ceiling above my bed, glowing in the morning light.

As I looked around, my eyes landed on my mini player, and I remembered that I had set my Jaana's voice as my wake-up alarm the night before. I had been trying to sleep, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that I wanted to hear her voice one more time. So, I had set her voice to play, and now, it was waking me up.

The thought of her being here, in my house, made my heart zingal. I couldn't believe it - a person who claimed not to have a heart was now feeling it flutter just at the sound of her voice. It was absurd, but I couldn't deny the way I felt. Jaana had a hold on me, and I couldn't escape it.

As I lay there, basking in the serenity of Jaana's voice, memories of yesterday came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of my mind. I saw her face, her messed-up body beneath me, looking like a serene goddess that I couldn't even begin to describe. Her beauty was intoxicating, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I felt like I was at the end of my sanity when it came to her, like I was consumed by an insatiable hunger that only she could satiate.

She was my goddess, my obsession, my everything. I felt compelled to worship her, to put her on a pedestal and adore her for all eternity. I wanted to take down heaven and hell at her feet, to move mountains and oceans to make her mine. And I knew I would, I would stop at nothing to possess her, to make her mine and mine alone.

As I listened to her voice, I wanted her to be present in my house, humming like a bird, waking me up every morning, and singing for me for the rest of my life. I wanted her just like yesterday, messed up but in my arms, in my bed, every day. I wanted to write possessive words on her skin, to brand her as mine, to make her understand that she belonged to me and me alone.

When I bring her to my house, I will cherish her, worship her, and adore her. I will make her feel like the queen that she is, and I will do everything in my power to make her happy. But, I know that my love for her is not just love, it's obsession, it's possession. I want to own her, to control her, to make her mine. And I know that I will stop at nothing to make that happen.

The thought of her sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that I was willing to do whatever it took to make her mine. I was willing to cross boundaries, to push limits, to do whatever it took to possess her. And, as I lay there, listening to her voice, I knew that I would never let her go, that she would be mine, forever and always.

As I emerged from my dream, my phone buzzed, shattering the serenity of the moment. I glared at the phone, wondering who dared to disturb me. I commanded Alex to pick up the phone and put it on speaker, my voice firm and authoritative. "Speak," I growled, my eyes narrowing.

It was Arjun, my assistant, on the other end. "Sir, today is your meeting with Collen Martin, and after the meeting, he has to go back to London," he informed me. But then, he hesitated, curiosity getting the better of him. "But Boss, you already had a meeting with him yesterday, why today?"

I smiled to myself, amused by Arjun's naivety. He didn't know me well, and I preferred it that way. For now, I didn't want him to understand my true nature, the devil that lurked beneath the surface. "Arjun, fix my private meeting with Mr. Martin. No one needs to know, and one more thing, Arjun - curiosity kills the cat. Just do what I say, without questioning," I said, my voice cold and dominating.

Arjun apologized and quickly ended the call, no doubt intimidated by my tone. I took a deep breath, my mind already racing with thoughts of the meeting ahead. It was going to be fun, dealing with Collen Martin. I got out of bed and walked over to Jaana's painting, kissing it gently. "I'll see you soon, love. Wait for me," I whispered, my heart aching with longing.

I took a shower, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen, where I had a crumbled egg with toast and a glass of orange juice. I instructed Raj to bring the car, and soon, we were driving to the office. My mind was already focused on the meeting, and I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead. Bring it on, Collen Martin.

As I stepped inside, Arjun greeted me with a nod. "Good morning, sir. Mr. Martin is waiting for you in the meeting room." I hummed in response, signaling him to leave. I walked into the room, where Collen Martin was waiting for me. I welcomed him with a smirk, knowing he wasn't pleased with my sudden summons.

But he had no choice, did he? I was the one in control, and he had to please me. He got up from his seat and bowed, trying to show respect. "Take a seat, Martene," I told him, my voice firm.

He sat down, a smirk on his face. "Why did you call me, Mr. Randhawa? Did you change your mind and decide to backstep on your dealing partner's .?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. I raised an eyebrow, my expression cold and dark.

"This is the way to talk to your king, Martin," I said, my voice low and menacing. I don't tolerate anyone speaking to me in a higher tone than me. "Are you forgetting who you're talking to? You have a death wish, Martene?"

Martin's smirk faltered, and he began to tremble like a dried leaf. I could see the fear in his eyes, and I reveled in it. "Sorry, King," he stuttered, trying to apologize.

But I wasn't done yet. "You'd better realize early that I'm not someone to be trifled with," I said, my tone playful but deadly. "If not, then I've already thought of how to kill you. Well you know i recently bought a tiger He needs to taste some foreign flesh. And guess it was today but -- forgot that."

Martin's eyes widened in terror, and his face turned pale. I chuckled, enjoying the effect I had on him. "What's wrong, Martin? Don't worry, you've saved yourself... for now. Take a glass of water and drink it," I said, my voice dripping with amusement.

Martin's trembling hand reached for the glass, and he gulped down the water in one go. I leaned back in my chair, a smirk still on my face. "Martin, you know how I work, right? Still, you dare to question me? I'm offended, seriously."

I paused, my expression turning dead serious. "And you have to compensate for that." Martin's face lost all its color, and he looked like he was about to pass out. "How?" he stammered, his voice barely audible.

As I sat in my chair, I gazed at Marten with an intense stare, my eyes piercing through his very soul. "You know, Marten, backstepping is not my style," I said, my voice low and menacing, sending a shiver down his spine. "I always attack the chest, and that too by looking into the enemy's eyes, making sure they know who's boss."

Marten nodded fervently, his eyes wide with understanding, as if he was trying to engrave my words into his memory. "The deal we made yesterday was legal, and I like to remind you that you are also my work in my dark paradise," I continued, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Are you forgetting that, Marten?"

Marten shook his head quickly, his face pale, as if he was afraid of forgetting his place. "No, King," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, satisfied that he remembered his position, and leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "Well, Marten, you know that I'm well aware of what's happening all around my possessions, and I'm also aware of what's happening in London, Italy, and Luxembourg," I said, my eyes glinting with amusement. "And I'm proud of you, Marten, that you took down Luxembourg. Now, that country is at my mercy, and I must say, it's a beautiful feeling."

I chuckled to myself, thinking about how another country had come under my control, and Marten shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as if he was trying to avoid my gaze. But then, my thoughts turned to Italy, and my expression darkened. "Marten, what happened to Italy?" I asked, my tone turning sacred, my voice dripping with anger. "That Italy is my control, but suddenly I get to know that the mafia in charge is trying to betray me."

Marten took a deep breath before speaking, his voice trembling slightly. "King, you are well aware that you are the only king of half of the country, but there is also a man who is ruling over there, competing with you," he said, his words spilling out in a rush. "And that Italy bastard went towards him because he won him over with money and mind both. King, he is too clever, and we don't know much about him."

I clenched my fist, feeling anger taking over me, and slammed it on the table, making Marten jump. "Who is that fucking bastard who tried to come in my way?" I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. "I'm not going to leave him; he has to face the devil, and I'm going to make sure he pays for his betrayal."

Marten trembled, his eyes wide with fear, and spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "King, we are trying to find out, but he is so mysterious. We didn't even get to know who he is or where he rules from."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and leaned forward, my eyes glinting with determination. "Find out, Marten," I said, my voice was cold and deadly. "And before that, you know what you have to do with that Italy mafia fucking bastard who betrayed me and backstabbed me. He has to face the worst, and I want you to make sure he suffers, well not only suffer but to make sure he isn't able to see next morning sunrise."

Marten nodded, his face pale, and spoke up, his voice trembling. "Ok, King. I'll take care of it."

I looked at him, my eyes narrowing, my voice dripping with danger. "Marten, are you also going to betray me?" I asked, my tone sending a shiver down his spine.

Marten shook his head quickly, his eyes wide with fear. "No, King. I will never betray you. You once saved me and my family, so I'm repaying you."

I smiled, satisfied with his answer, and leaned back in my chair. "Good to hear that, Marten. But if you try to even think about betraying me, then always remember the devil who is in charge of your whole fucking life, with interest, your family members," I said, my voice cold and menacing.

Marten shivered, his eyes wide with fear, and nodded, understanding his place. "You get that, Mr. Collen Marten?" I asked, raising my brow. "Do you have any options?"

Marten shook his head slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, King. I don't have any options."

I smiled, satisfied, and leaned forward, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Good, Marten. And for the 5000 crore weapon deal, it has to be finalized before you leave India. Do you get that? This is why I called you here."

Marten nodded, his face pale, and spoke up he is trying to hide his nervousness and death of fear which my devil already saw in his eyes.

Look Aahan Singh Randhawa how much he Obey you now I'm satisfied. I devil growled inside me.

I smirk and Marten nodded, and I dismissed him. "You can leave now."

But Marten stopped and turned around, asking, "King, what about Mexico?"

I smiled, knowing what he was trying to say. "Do they have an option, Marten?" I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Marten smiled, understanding. "No, King."

I chuckled, and Marten left the room, knowing his place and what was expected of him.

As I gazed at Martin, I knew that Mexico was not a straightforward case. That man was a threat, a significant one, and I couldn't afford to take any risks. I had to take him down, no matter what it took. I had to manipulate him, make him bow to my feet, and accept my dominance.

If he was willing to work under me, I would finally uncover the identity of the person plotting to destroy me and my empire. I wouldn't let anyone take what was mine, not now, not ever. When I said he had no option, I meant it. He had to be ready to work under me, no matter what.

If he refused, I couldn't predict what I would do to him or his entire operation. I would unleash my wrath, and it wouldn't be pretty. But I was willing to wait, to bide my time, for Vihaan to arrive with the latest news. I wanted it to be good news, news that would solidify my position and crush my enemies.

"Wait for Vihaan," I said to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face. "He's coming with the news, and I want it to be very good news for me, Vihaan." I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together, as I waited for the update that would change the game. The game of power, the game of empire, the game of survival. And I was ready to play, ready to do whatever it took to emerge victorious.

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As I sat in my cabin, surrounded by stacks of medical files and notes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of monotony wash over me. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly, casting an artificial glow over the space.

I am busy in my cabin studying some important case because I have to perform one of the important cases and I have to sly it without causing any mistake that the patient has already come here after being denied to operate by many other doctors and he said I'm the only hope,

"well kya kahun aapni taraf me main. Main hu hi itni intelligent and beautiful bhi. As use admi ki bhi koi galti nahi hai mere alawa ye case koi handle kar hi nahi sakta, right Ashika I said while looking at my phone camera."

I was so engrossed in my studies that I didn't even notice the knock on the door at first. But when I finally looked up, here, miss gossiping queen urf Dr Arohi come in my cabin she is such a pain in ass she is free and roaming around here and there like she comes to some supermarket because for some time she didn't get any patient and I'm sure she comes here with some gossip

A mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Heyy Ashika, kaise hai?" she asked, her voice dripping with false concern. She knew I was busy, but she also knew that I couldn't resist a good gossip session.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to convey a sense of annoyance, but Arohi just chuckled and plopped down in the chair in front of my desk. "Bahut buri hu, dekh nahi rahi hai," I replied, trying to sound busy and uninterested. But Arohi wasn't buying it. She knew me too well.

She made a few dramatic faces, pretending to be hurt by my tone. "What's with this tone, yaar? I'm just asking my friend if she's good or not, and you're behaving like this. I'm hurt," she said, her voice trembling with mock emotion.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that Arohi was just trying to get a rise out of me. "Just shut up, drama queen. I know why you're here. You didn't remember your friend for the rest of the day. There must be something in your stomach that you can't digest, or you must not have found anyone else to spit it out to. That's why you've come to me," I said, trying to sound sarcastic.

Arohi smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hehe, you know me right?" she said, leaning in, eager to share the latest gossip. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Of course, I know you. Spit out the bean, jo tere pet me atka hua hai," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Arohi burst in with a mischievous grin "Oh, then listen to what I bring! Did you know I heard Rishi received a proposal? Someone proposed to him!" she exclaimed, barely containing her giggles.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "What? That cockroach received a proposal? Are you serious?" I asked, trying to sound sarcastic, but Arohi's infectious laughter was already getting to me.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, you heard it right! But he rejected it, saying he loves someone." She paused for dramatic effect, and I leaned in, curious. "And you know it happened through letters!"

I furrowed my brow, confused. "What do you mean by letters?" I asked, and Arohi burst into laughter.

"Mean, he didn't even meet the girl before! They were talking through letters!" she explained, still chuckling. "Can you imagine? Rishi, the dumb head, getting proposed to through snail mail!"

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Who uses letters this time?" I asked, shaking my head. "Maybe she's a fan of old-school romance or something."

Arohi grinned mischievously. "I know, right? And you know what? After rejecting her, he received a sudden message saying, 'You want to be my sugar baby then'!"

My jaw dropped, and I felt my eyes widen in surprise. "What? Seriously, Arohi, the same lady asked him that?" I asked, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

Arohi nodded, laughing uncontrollably. "Yes! And when he inquired about it, he found out the woman was a mid-45 lady looking for a sugar baby!"

I joined in, our laughter echoing through the cabin. "Oh my god, Arohi, that cockroach has the best luck, btw!" I exclaimed, wiping tears from my eyes. "I mean, who gets proposed to and then asked to be a sugar baby on the same day?"

Arohi's grin was still plastered on her face. "And Ashika, not only that, she comes directly to the hospital and says to him, in front of everyone, 'Last night was the best, baby' and gives him a card with money! Now, the whole hospital knows about it!"

I felt my face contorted in disgust. "What? He spent the night with that...budhia?" I asked, trying to sound horrified, but Arohi's laughter was infectious.

She laughed, holding her stomach. "No, fool! She mistook him for someone else! After that, he cleared it up, but..."

We both erupted into laughter again, our conversation devolving into a fit of giggles. "The whole hospital is gossiping about him, and he's making a suckling face!" Arohi managed to choke out between laughs.

I shook my head, still chuckling. "Poor Rishi! He's going to kill us for this! But seriously, what's wrong with that woman? Does she not have a filter or something?"

Arohi wiped tears from her eyes. "I know, right? Maybe she's just desperate for love...or a sugar baby."

I grinned mischievously. "Well, maybe we should start a betting pool on how long it takes Rishi to get proposed to again, or be a sugar baby oh my god this is so fucking hilarious."

Arohi's eyes lit up. "Game on! I'll start taking bets. Loser buys dinner at the winner's favorite restaurant."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're on. But don't expect me to lose. I know Rishi's luck all too well."

I smiled at Arohi, still chuckling about Rishi's sugar baby debacle. "Now excuse me, Arohi, I have an important surgery to handle," I said, trying to compose myself. "And after that, we both will ask Rishi about his experience of being asked to be a sugar baby. Can you believe this? Now, the hospital chief's son needs money and is asked to be a sugar baby?"

Arohi burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but join in. "That's right, Ashika, that is the world's best experience, btw," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Just think how his father, Mr. Mehra, will react. 'My baby is going to become someone's sugar baby'!" she mimicked, using a tone that perfectly captured the hospital chief's dignified yet exasperated demeanor.

I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. "Oh God, this becomes the best laughter therapy for me," I said, holding my sides. Arohi and I laughed together for a few more moments, enjoying the absurdity of the situation.

Finally, I excused myself and headed towards the new operation room, still grinning from ear to ear. As I walked, I thought to myself, "I must say, this hospital is wonderful." Not just because of the state-of-the-art equipment and facilities, but because of the people who worked here. People like Arohi, who could find humor even in the most absurd situations, and people like Rishi, who seemed to attract drama and comedy wherever he went.

I took a deep breath, composed myself, and focused on the task at hand. I had a surgery to perform, and I needed to be sharp. But I couldn't wait to finish the surgery and get back to Arohi and Rishi's sugar baby story. It was going to be a long and entertaining day.

As I scrubbed in and prepared for the surgery, my mind wandered back to Arohi's mimicry of the hospital chief's reaction. "My baby is going to become someone's sugar baby," she had said, and I couldn't help but giggle again.

I took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand, pushing aside the distractions. The patient's life was in my hands, and I needed to be sharp.

As I began the surgery, my training and experience took over, and I became completely absorbed in the procedure. The hours passed quickly, and before I knew it, the surgery was over, and the patient was on the road to recovery.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride in a job well done. As I changed out of my scrubs and headed back to my cabin, I couldn't wait to share the news with Arohi and hear more about Rishi's misadventure.

I walked into my cabin, and Arohi was already there, grinning from ear to ear. "So, how was the surgery?" she asked, and I filled her in on the details.

As I packed my stuff to leave for the day, Arohi was still in my cabin, busy with something. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was around 8:30 pm. "Hey, Arohi, are you coming with me or not?" I asked, since she had mentioned earlier that her car was broken down.

She nodded, and I smiled. "Let's go, then. I'll drop you off at your apartment on my way home." We exited the cabin, and as we walked down the corridor, Arohi suddenly spotted Dr. Rishi on his rounds. Maybe he's on a night shift, I thought.

Arohi called out to him, and he came over to us. As soon as he approached, Arohi burst into laughter, and I knew exactly what she was thinking about - the sugar baby topic. I tried my best not to laugh, but it was no use. I started laughing along with her, and we both couldn't stop.

Rishi made an unbearable face and said, "You too Rose, I understand that pig but you i can't believe that." I kept my fingers on my lips, trying to stifle my laughter, and nodded my head in denial. But it was too late, and I burst into laughter again.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Rishi, but that was hilarious," I said, trying to compose myself. Arohi, still chuckling, asked him, "Dr. Rishi, how was your experience?"

Rishi's face turned red, and he said, "Arohi, just shut up. It's just a misunderstanding." But I couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. "Dr. Rishi, that sugar baby thing suits you," I said, trying to control my laughter.

Rishi's face turned even redder, and he said, "Not Rose, I'm not that type of..." But Arohi and I were beyond consolation. We burst into laughter again, and Rishi's face was worth watching.

Finally, I managed to calm down and told Arohi, "Now, just stop it. It's all over." Arohi stopped laughing, and I turned to Rishi. "Rishi, we're just pulling your legs. Nothing else. Now, it's time for me to go. Bye guys have a good night."

I turned to Arohi and said, "Come on, Arohi. Let's go. If not, I'm not going to drop you." Arohi grinned and followed me, still chuckling to herself. As we walked away, I could hear Rishi muttering under his breath, "I'm going to get you guys back for this..."

"Ya ya sure Mr Rishi Mehra we are waiting for charge." I screamed at him in my way and Arohi started laughing with me.

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As I stepped out of the car and onto the pavement, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had just dropped Arohi off at her home, and now I was finally heading to my own apartment. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, but as I did, I noticed an envelope on the floor. I picked it up, wondering who could have left it there, and was about to open it when my phone suddenly rang.

Without looking at the screen, I answered, saying "Hello?" But as soon as I heard the voice on the other end, my body froze. It was my stepdad, the man I had been trying to avoid for so long.

His voice was like a cold breeze on a winter night, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my heart racing, my palms growing sweaty, and my mind going blank. I tried to speak, but my voice was caught in my throat.

"How are you, my dear stepdaughter?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I chanted in my mind, "I am brave, not broken. I can do anything." But my voice still trembled as I spoke.

"What do you want? Why did you call me?" I asked, trying to sound firm.

He chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Chill, my dear daughter. I just called to inform you that the envelope you're holding right now... just sign on the paper, that's all."

But I knew better. I knew that he was hiding something, that there was more to it than just signing a paper.

"Why will I sign on the paper? I'll never know what's behind Papa's legal company, your criminal work," I spat out, trying to sound brave.

But he just laughed, a dark, menacing sound. "Calm down, dear. Save your words. I'm impressed, though. You've done some good investigation, I'll give you that."

I felt a chill run down my spine as he mentioned my investigation. How did he know? What did he know?

But before I could ask any questions, he dropped a bombshell. "Don't forget, your mother is still with me. And right now, she's making my favorite dinner. Isn't she sweet?"

My heart sank. My mother. He was using her as leverage. I felt a wave of fear wash over me, and I knew I had to do what he said.

"What do you want, monster?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled again, a cold, cruel sound. "Simply sign on the paper and deliver it to this address. Right now."

And with that, he hung up, leaving me standing there, frozen in terror. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do what he said. For my mother's sake, I had to follow his orders.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to be brave, for my mother's sake. I would sign the paper, deliver it to the address, and hope that it would all be over soon. But as I stood there, holding the envelope and feeling the weight of my stepdad's threats, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my heart.

As I walked into my apartment, I felt a mix of relief and frustration wash over me. It was already 9 pm, and I had lost precious time because of my stepdad's demands. I couldn't believe he was still controlling my life, still threatening me and my loved ones. The memory of his menacing voice and the weight of his threats still lingered in my mind, making my skin crawl. I was determined to find out his secrets and free myself from his grasp once and for all.

I headed to my room, feeling exhausted but also determined. I kicked off my shoes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet. I began to freshen up, washing my face and changing into my favorite oversized t-shirt and shorts combination. I loved how comfy and cozy it was, especially at night. The soft fabric of the t-shirt enveloped me, making me feel safe and secure.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but giggle. My hair was a mess, and my eyes looked tired, but I still managed to smile. I commented, "You're looking so sexy and hot, Ashika. No wonder guys fall for you." I gave myself a flying kiss, feeling a bit silly but also carefree. For a moment, I forgot about my worries and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of being alone in my apartment.

But my stomach had other plans. It growled with hunger, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since noon. I headed to the kitchen to make some pasta, the familiar routine of cooking calming my nerves. As I waited for the water to boil, I thought about my stepdad and his threats. I knew I had to be strong, to find a way to outsmart him and free myself from his grasp.

Just as I was about to take my first bite of pasta, my phone rang again. I felt annoyed, thinking, "Can't even let me eat in peace." I picked up the phone, saying, "Hello?" But as I listened to the deep, panicked breaths on the other end, my expression changed from annoyance to concern.

I looked at the ID and saw that it was Vihaan, Mr. Randhawa's friend. I asked again, "Hello, Mr. Vihaan? Are you there?" And then, a shaking, panicked voice came through the line. "Dr. Ashika, please come fast. Oh, Aahan's office... he needs you badly. Please come fast." He sounded terrified, and I felt a surge of worry for Aahan. What had happened to him?

I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, "What happened to him? Tell me, Mr. Vihaan. Is he fine?" But Vihaan's panicked voice only made me more worried. I could sense the fear and desperation in his tone, and it made my heart racing.

I reassured him, "Okay, I'm coming. Don't worry," and cut the call. I felt a sense of urgency, knowing that I had to get to Aahan's office as soon as possible. I didn't know what was wrong, but I was determined to help him, no matter what. I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the apartment, my mind racing with possibilities. What could have happened to Aahan? And what would I find when I got to his office?

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