The rain fell like a curse that night—relentless, unforgiving—slamming against the stone pavement of the grand villa as if the sky itself was angry. Outside the iron gates stood a young woman, soaked to the skin, her fragile frame trembling beneath the downpour. Yet she did not move. Her eyes remained fixed on the towering entrance, as though staring long enough might force the doors to open.

She had been there for hours. Ten of them, maybe more. Time had stopped meaning anything the moment she decided to wait.

Her mind whispered cruel truths—he will not come, he does not want to see you—but her heart refused to surrender. It clung desperately to hope, bruised and bleeding, but alive. If she left now, it would mean accepting the truth. And she wasn’t ready for that kind of death.

A guard finally approached her, unease etched deep into his features. He had been watching her for the entire night, helplessly observing a woman slowly unravel in the rain.

“Ma’am,” he said gently, raising his voice over the storm. “Please go home. Sir won’t be coming out. The rain is getting worse—you’ll fall sick.”

She didn’t respond.

Her gaze never wavered from the gates. Rainwater streamed down her face, blending with tears she no longer tried to hide. Her clothes clung heavily to her body, dragging her down, but she felt nothing—not the cold, not the exhaustion, not the ache in her limbs. All she felt was the slow, crushing weight in her chest.

Hope.

Despair.

And the terrible space in between.

Her body gave up before her heart did.

Her knees buckled suddenly, and she collapsed onto the wet ground without a sound.

The guards rushed forward, panic breaking through their trained composure. An ambulance was called immediately, its siren cutting through the storm as paramedics worked quickly to lift her unconscious form.

As the ambulance disappeared into the rain-soaked night, one of the guards turned back toward the villa, dread settling heavy in his stomach.

Inside, the house was warm. Dry. Silent.

The guard stood outside the study, hesitating. Even knocking felt dangerous.

“Sir…” he finally called.

“What?” came the sharp reply from behind the closed door, irritation thick in the man’s voice.

Swallowing hard, the guard stepped inside. “Sir… woh ma’am—the one outside—she fainted.”

The response was instant.

“I don’t want to hear about that woman in this house.” The man’s voice rose, cutting through the room like a blade. “Didn’t I warn you?”

His face flushed red with fury, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.

“Y-yes, sir,” the guard stammered, lowering his gaze.

“And make sure that dirt never enters my house,” the man snapped, venom dripping from every word. “I don’t want to see her face again. I don’t want to hear her name. Ever.”

The guard nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

“Out.”

The guard didn’t need to be told twice.

The moment the door closed, the man’s restraint shattered. He struck the nearest vase, sending it crashing to the floor. Glass exploded in all directions, fragments scattering like the pieces of his fury.

The vase had been priceless.

He didn’t care.

His chest rose and fell violently as he stared at the destruction, rain beating against the windows like an accusation he refused to acknowledge. After a moment, he turned away, his movements rigid, controlled once more. He walked to the window, staring into the darkness beyond the glass—into a night he would never admit haunted him.

At the hospital, chaos erupted the moment the ambulance arrived.

Doctors rushed the unconscious woman into the emergency ward, but within minutes, panic spread. Severe bleeding had begun in her lower abdomen—sudden, aggressive, uncontrollable. Nurses shouted instructions. Monitors screamed warnings.

She had no identification.

No family.

No one to call.

There was no time for questions.

She was rushed into the operation theater as doctors fought desperately to save a life that seemed determined to slip away. Blood loss was severe. Her vitals plummeted. Every second felt like a losing battle.

The surgery ended with uncertainty hanging heavy in the air.

She was placed on a ventilator, machines breathing for her when she could no longer breathe on her own. The steady beeping echoed through the sterile room, each sound a reminder of how close she was to the edge.

Instead of stabilizing, her condition worsened.

Doctors stood helpless, watching numbers fall, exchanging worried glances. They were trained to save lives—but sometimes, even that wasn’t enough.

Outside, the rain continued to fall.

Unaware.

Uncaring.

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