Arshia × Friedrich — AN ACCIDENTAL COLLISION ~
Arshia was running late.
Germany still felt unfamiliar—the streets too quiet, the people too distant. She had just stepped out of a café near the river, phone pressed to her ear, arguing with her cab driver in broken German.
And then—
She collided with someone.
Hard.
“I’m so sorry—” she started, looking up.
And froze.
The man steadied her effortlessly, one hand catching her elbow before she could stumble again. His eyes were sharp, curious, amused.
“Careful,” he said lightly. “You walk like you’re angry at the ground.”
Arshia blinked. “You don’t look where you’re going either.”
A slow smile curved his lips.
“Friedrich Casanova,” he said casually, like he was introducing himself at a party—not on a street where powerful people didn’t meet by accident.
She frowned. “Arshia.”
No fear. No awe. Just a name.
That interested him.
“Doctor?” he guessed, noticing her ID card peeking from her bag.
“Yes,” she replied cautiously. “And you?”
He shrugged. “Trouble.”
She scoffed despite herself. “Figures.”
Friedrich laughed—genuinely this time.
As they parted ways, he watched her walk off, thoughtful.
Interesting, he thought.
Karl married strength. Aaron fell for softness. And I just met honesty.
He hadn’t planned that meeting.
But Friedrich Casanova never ignored coincidence.
Divyanka × Aaron — LOVE IN WHITE CORRIDORS ~
Divyanka’s recovery was steady.
Every morning, the same doctor checked on her.
Too attentive.
Too careful.
“You don’t have to come every time,” she said one day, half-smiling.
Aaron adjusted her chart. “I do.”
She studied him. “You’re not like other doctors.”
He paused. “You said that before.”
“And I meant it,” she replied softly. “You look at me like… like I matter.”
Aaron met her gaze.
“You do.”
Silence stretched.
Then he spoke, quieter now.
“I’ve arranged something. A position. In my hospital.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“You’re qualified. And you’ll be safer here,” he said carefully. “Close medical supervision. Better opportunities.”
“And you?” she asked gently. “Is this about safety… or you?”
For once, Aaron didn’t hide.
“Both.”
She smiled—slow, warm, real.
“I’d like that,” she said.
And somewhere deep inside Aaron Casanova, something settled.
He wasn’t just protecting her.
He was choosing her.
Friedrich’s True Aim — WHY HE Came ~
Later that night, Friedrich stood alone on the mansion balcony, city lights below him like scattered stars.
KARL joined him, silent as ever.
“You didn’t come for family,” karl said flatly. “So why are you here?”
Friedrich leaned on the railing.
“Because someone’s watching you,” he replied.
Karl stiffened.
“Not business rivals. Not cops,” Friedrich continued. “Someone older. From before your rise. From India.”
Karl’s jaw tightened.
“They’re asking questions,” Friedrich said. “About your wife.”
Silence.
Friedrich turned to face him fully.
“I didn’t come to challenge you, brother. I came to warn you.”
“And Kavira?” karl asked.
Friedrich’s eyes softened—just a fraction.
“She’s the reason you can be controlled.”
A beat.
“And that,” he added, “makes her the first target… or the greatest weakness.”
Karl looked away toward the city.
“What will you do?” he asked.
Friedrich smiled—the dangerous one.
“I’ll stay,” he said. “I’ll watch. I’ll break whoever comes near her.”
“And if I cross the line?” karl asked quietly.
Friedrich’s voice dropped.
“Then I’ll stop you too.”
From inside the mansion, laughter echoed faintly—Kavira’s.
Friedrich glanced back once.
This family, he thought,
is about to be tested.
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