“Can I go meet Divyanka?”
I hesitated, then rushed my words. “I swear—this time there’s no planning. Please trust me.”
Before karl could answer—
Bzz.
Another call.
This time… Arshia.
My chest tightened instantly.
She never called.
Never.
I looked at karl desperately. “Please… let me pick it up.”
He studied my face for a second—then nodded once.
“Answer.”
The moment I put the phone to my ear—
Everything collapsed.
“kavira…” arshia’s voice was shaking. “Divyanka… she met with an accident. We’re at the hospital. Come fast.”
I couldn’t breathe.
The phone slipped from my hand.
“No… no… no…” My voice broke as tears flooded my eyes. “karl—hospital. Please. Divyanka—”
That was all it took.
He didn’t ask questions.
He didn’t waste time.
He picked me up and rushed me to the car.
The drive was a blur.
Sirens. Speed. My sobs filling the space between us.
I didn’t even realize—
I was bleeding.
I had forgotten to change my pad.
I had been wearing it since morning.
The flow was heavy.
My stomach twisted in unbearable pain.
But I didn’t care.
Divyanka.
That was all that mattered.
The moment we reached the hospital, I ran.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t listen.
I ran barefoot inside, my legs trembling, my vision blurring.
“Divyanka!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the white corridors.
Suddenly—
Karl grabbed me from behind.
“Kavira—stop.”
I struggled. “Leave me! I need to see her!”
He looked down.
And that’s when he saw it.
Blood.
On my legs.
On the floor beneath me.
His face changed instantly.
“Kavira…” His voice softened, alarm replacing control. “You’re bleeding.”
“I don’t care!” I cried. “She’s my sister! Please—”
My legs gave up.
The pain in my stomach hit me like a wave.
My foot throbbed.
I hadn’t eaten anything.
I hadn’t rested.
Everything crashed at once.
I collapsed.
But I didn’t hit the floor.
Karl caught me.
Strong arms around me. Firm. Protective.
“Doctor!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.
“Now.”
I clutched his shirt weakly, sobbing.
“Please… take me to her… please…”
He pressed his forehead against mine, his voice low and steady.
“She’ll be fine. But right now—you won’t fall. Not today.”
He lifted me up without hesitation, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the blood.
For the first time—
He wasn’t a mafia boss.
He wasn’t a monster.
He was just a man holding his wife together while her world fell apart.
And as my vision darkened, the last thing I felt—
Was safety.
: ~~IN THE SAME HOSPITAL, DIFFERENT FATES~~
I fainted.
Everything went black.
When I regained partial awareness, I was already admitted. White walls. The smell of antiseptic. A dull ache running through my body—my stomach, my head, my heart.
Karl wasn’t beside me.
He had gone to see Divyanka.
Arshia was there with her when karl arrived. Her eyes were red from crying, but she stood strong when she saw him.
“What happened?” karl asked, his voice controlled but urgent.
Arshia took a shaky breath.
“She was crossing the road. A car came too fast… the driver didn’t stop in time. She lost a lot of blood. The doctors said she needs proper care and monitoring.”
Karl didn’t waste a second.
He already knew what to do.
Karl Casanova had a younger brother—just one year younger
AARON CASANOVA
A world-renowned doctor.
Owner of one of the most elite hospitals in the city.
And yes—also mafia.
KARL stepped aside and made the call himself.
“aaron,” he said coldly. “I need a favor. Now.”
He explained everything briefly. The accident. Divyanka’s condition. The urgency.
There was a pause on the line.
Then Aaron replied calmly, “Bring her. I’ll handle everything personally.”
That was enough.
Karl arranged the transfer immediately.
Not a single form delayed it.
Not a single question was asked.
Divyanka was shifted to Aaron Casanova’s hospital under tight security.
All of this—
So I wouldn’t have to worry.
So I wouldn’t panic when I woke up.
So I wouldn’t hear bad news.
Karl made sure of it.
What I didn’t know yet was—
I was in the same hospital.
Different wing. Different room.
Arshia stayed close, moving between rooms, torn between her injured friend and me.
When I finally opened my eyes fully, the first thing I whispered was—
“Divyanka…”
Arshia rushed to my side instantly.
“She’s safe,” she said quickly, holding my hand. “She’s here. Same hospital. She’s being taken care of by the best doctors.”
Tears slid silently down my temples.
I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know why.
But something inside me loosened.
Later, karl stood outside my room, watching through the glass.
He didn’t come in immediately.
For the first time, he looked… tired.
Not the mafia boss.
Not the monster everyone feared.
Just a man who had carried too much in one night—and was still standing.
And as fate would have it—
Under the same roof,
Two girls from different worlds lay wounded,
While two brothers—dangerous, powerful, unstoppable—
Watched over them in silence.
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