DIVYANKA × AARON

Divyanka didn’t find out gently.

She found out brutally.

A file.

A signature.

A hidden surname.

Aaron Casanova.

The same Casanova whose name made the underground tremble.

She confronted him in his cabin, her hands shaking—not with fear, but with betrayal.

“You hid who you are,” she said, voice breaking.

“A mafia doctor?” she laughed bitterly. “What a joke.”

Aaron tried to speak. “Divyanka, listen—”

“No,” she cut him off. “You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to decide what parts of you I deserve.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but her spine stayed straight.

“I hate liars.”

And she walked out.

That very day, she resigned.

Arshia followed her—without hesitation.

ARSHIA × FRIEDRICH

Arshia was packing her locker when a shadow fell over her.

“Leaving?” a calm voice asked.

Friedrich.

She turned sharply. “Move.”

He didn’t.

“You won’t leave this hospital,” he said.

“And who are you to decide that?” she snapped.

A pause.

Then, quietly:

“Someone who knows what will happen to you if you do.”

That was the moment Arshia realized—

Friedrich wasn’t stopping her for control.

He was stopping her for protection.

Against her better judgment… she stayed.

Divyanka, after initial anger, accepted it.

“This is my fight,” she told Arshia. “Not yours.”

Aaron’s Silent Obsession

The hospital Divyanka joined next?

Bought within a week.

Quietly.

Legally.

By Aaron Casanova.

He never showed up.

Never confronted her.

But every security upgrade, every doctor hired, every guard posted—

Was for her safety.

KARL × KAVIRA — DRIFTING

At home, silence had become routine.

Karl spoke only when necessary.

His touch was gone.

His voice colder than before.

And I stopped asking why.

One evening, I was sitting on the couch, reading a novel, legs curled under me.

Karl walked in.

“Get ready,” he said flatly.

I looked up. “For what?”

“We’re going to my parents’ house. They invited us.”

My heart skipped.

First time.

THE CASANOVA HOUSE ~

His mother, FLORAL CASANOVA, looked me up and down like I was a stain.

“You’ll cook today,” she said sharply.

I swallowed. “I… what should I cook?”

Her lips curled.

“You don’t even know that?” she scoffed.

“How does my child Karl even survive with you?”

She laughed bitterly.

“I’m sure you’ve made his life hell. Oh, my poor son… why did you marry this bitch?”

His father sat beside her.

Smiling.

Not kindly.

I felt my chest tighten. My vision blurred.

And then—

BANG.

Karl slammed his hand on the glass table.

It shattered.

Blood spilled from his palm.

“Enough,” he said, voice shaking the room.

“No more words.”

FLORAL stood up. “So this is how you talk to your mother?”

Karl didn’t blink.

“And this,” he said coldly, “is how you talk to my wife?”

“You have no right—”

“You have no right,” he cut her off, voice rising,

“to say anything about her.”

“Shut that fucking mouth.”

The room froze.

His father finally spoke.

“So now she’s more important than us?”

Karl laughed—dark, broken.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

“She is my life. My whole world.”

Silence.

“If you have a problem with that,” he continued,

“I don’t care.”

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out.

The Car

We sat inside, doors slammed shut.

His hand was bleeding badly.

Without a word, I took off my white cotton scarf and wrapped it around his palm.

The fabric soaked red instantly.

A tear slipped from my eye—

fell onto the scarf.

Turning it darker.

Karl finally looked at me.

And for the first time in days—

He spoke.

Not cold.

Not angry.

Just… raw.

DIVYANKA DISCOVERS THE TRUTH ~

The hospital felt… different.

Too clean.

Too controlled.

Too perfect.

DIVYANKA noticed it on her third day.

New security guards.

Upgraded machines.

Every request approved within minutes.

She frowned while signing a patient file.

“This hospital wasn’t like this last week,” she muttered.

A nurse standing nearby hesitated. “Ma’am… you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Divyanka asked, looking up sharply.

The nurse lowered her voice. “The hospital was bought. Completely. Two days ago.”

Divyanka’s pen froze.

“Bought… by whom?”

The nurse swallowed.

“By AARON Casanova.”

The file slipped from DIVYANKA’s hands.

“No,” she whispered. “That’s not possible.”

Her heart started racing.

She stormed toward the administration floor, heels echoing angrily against the marble. Doors opened, people whispered, but she didn’t stop until she reached the glass cabin at the end of the corridor.

She pushed the door open.

Aaron was standing by the window.

As if he had been waiting.

“So,” he said quietly, without turning around,

“you found out.”

Divyanka’s eyes burned.

“You bought the hospital?” she demanded.

“Are you insane?”

He turned to face her.

Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

“I did.”

She laughed—sharp, broken.

“Wow. So now you don’t just lie about who you are, you buy buildings to keep following me?”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t,” she snapped, tears forming.

“Don’t justify this. I left you. I left that hospital to get away from you.”

Aaron stepped closer, his voice softer now.

“I never followed you, Divyanka. I stayed away.”

“Oh really?” she scoffed.

“Then what is this? Charity?”

“No,” he said honestly.

“It’s protection.”

Her hands clenched into fists.

“I didn’t ask for your protection.”

“I know.”

“Then why?” she shouted.

“Why can’t you just let me go?”

Aaron’s jaw tightened.

“Because this world doesn’t let people like you walk freely,” he said quietly.

“And because I couldn’t live knowing you were unsafe.”

Silence crashed between them.

She shook her head slowly.

“You think buying a hospital gives you the right to be in my life?”

“No,” he replied immediately.

“I think loving you means staying where I can make sure nothing ever touches you.”

Her voice broke.

“You don’t get to love me like this.”

He looked at her—really looked at her.

“Then hate me,” he said.

“I can live with your hate. I can’t live with losing you.”

Divyanka wiped her tears angrily.

“I will not quit this hospital,” she said firmly.

“But don’t think for one second that this changes anything between us.”

Aaron nodded.

“It doesn’t have to,” he said.

“I’ll stay invisible.”

She paused at the door, her back to him.

“Promise me one thing,” she said quietly.

“Anything.”

“Never use your power to control me.”

Aaron’s voice was steady.

“I swear on my life.”

She left.

Aaron stayed behind, staring at the door long after it closed.

Because some wars aren’t fought with guns—

They’re fought with distance.

THE CAR SCENE — COLD HANDS, BLEEDING SILENCE ~

The engine started.

No music.

No words.

Just the low hum of the car and the sound of rain tapping against the windshield.

Karl kept his eyes on the road.

His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch.

I held his hand gently, still wrapping my white scarf around his palm.

It was soaked now—red spreading like a bruise.

“You’re bleeding,” I whispered.

“I don’t feel it,” he replied coldly.

That hurt more than I expected.

I tightened the knot. “You should care.”

He didn’t look at me.

“You shouldn’t have cried back there,” he said flatly.

My chest tightened. “I wasn’t crying because of them.”

Silence.

Then, colder:

“You shouldn’t let anyone see you weak.”

I pulled my hand back slowly.

“So that’s what I am to you now?” I asked.

“Weak?”

Karl finally glanced at me.

His eyes weren’t angry.

They were empty.

“I don’t want you hurt,” he said.

“That’s all.”

“That’s not care,” I said softly.

“That’s control.”

The word hung heavy.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You think I don’t see what’s happening?” I continued, my voice shaking.

“You don’t talk to me. You don’t touch me. You don’t even look at me the same way.”

He said nothing.

“I’m your wife,” I whispered.

“Or did that change too?”

The car stopped at a red light.

Karl exhaled sharply.

“Don’t push this, Kavira.”

I laughed bitterly.

“I stopped pushing days ago. You’re the one who walked away.”

The light turned green.

He drove on.

Minutes passed.

Then, quietly—almost like he didn’t want the words to exist—

“I become dangerous when I care too much.”

I looked at him.

“What does that even mean?”

He swallowed.

“If I don’t stay cold,” he said, voice low,

“I will destroy everyone who even breathes near you.”

My eyes filled.

“So you’re freezing me out… to protect me?”

He didn’t answer.

That was answer enough.

I leaned back in my seat, staring out at the city lights blurring through tears.

“I’d rather you scare the world,” I whispered,

“than make me feel like I don’t exist.”

Karl’s knuckles turned white.

But he didn’t respond.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

Cold.

Heavy.

And somewhere between the broken glass, the blood-stained scarf, and the unsaid words—

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL WAS CRACKING.

FRIEDRICH × ARSHIA — THE TRUTH THAT EXPLODED ~

The corridor outside the ICU was quiet.

Too quiet.

ARSHIA stood near the window, arms folded, staring at the city lights below, when she felt him before she heard him.

FRIEDRICH.

“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he said calmly.

She turned sharply. “Then stop appearing everywhere.”

A pause.

Then he spoke again, slower this time.

“I need your help.”

Arshia laughed bitterly. “That’s funny. Men like you don’t ask. You take.”

His eyes darkened—but he didn’t deny it.

“This is different,” he said.

“It’s about Kavira.”

Her body stiffened.

“What about her?”

Friedrich stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“Help me get her out of Karl’s protection.”

The words hit her like a slap.

“What?” Arshia snapped. “Are you insane?”

“She doesn’t belong there,” he continued evenly.

“And once she’s out—”

He stopped.

Arshia’s heart started pounding.

“Once she’s out… what?” she demanded.

Friedrich looked straight into her eyes.

“I’ll kill her.”

Silence.

The world froze.

Arshia’s hand shook as she slapped him—hard.

The sound echoed.

“You monster!” she shouted.

“Are you even human?”

Friedrich didn’t flinch.

“It’s old revenge,” he said coldly.

“Karl destroyed my world. This is how I destroy his.”

Arshia’s eyes filled with rage.

“You think killing an innocent woman is revenge?” she yelled.

“She’s not a pawn!”

“In our family,” Friedrich replied, voice sharp now,

“everyone is a pawn.”

She shoved him back with all her strength.

“Stay away from her,” Arshia hissed.

“Stay away from Kavira, or I swear I’ll burn everything you touch.”

Friedrich grabbed her wrist—not painfully, but firmly.

“You don’t understand,” he said, jaw tight.

“I’ve waited years for this.”

Arshia yanked her hand free.

“Then wait forever,” she said through tears.

“Because I will never help you. Never.”

She turned to leave.

Friedrich’s voice followed her, darker than before.

“If you tell Karl—”

She stopped and looked back.

“I won’t,” she said quietly.

“Because I know what happens when you provoke him.”

Then, stronger:

“But if you even think of touching kaviraI’ll be the one who ends you.”

For the first time—

Friedrich didn’t smile.

He watched her walk away, fists clenched.

Because now the game had changed.

And revenge had just found resistance.

FRIEDRICH × KAVIRA — WHEN THE DEVIL KNOCKED ~

The mansion was unusually quiet.

Karl wasn’t home.

I sat on the couch, a blanket around my shoulders, a book open in my lap—but I hadn’t turned a page in ten minutes. The silence felt heavy, like something bad was about to happen.

Then—

Knock.

I frowned.

No one ever knocked here. Guards didn’t. Staff didn’t.

I stood slowly and walked to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

A calm voice answered from the other side.

“FRIEDRICH CASANOVA.”

My heart skipped.

Karl’s brother.

The dangerous one.

I hesitated, then opened the door just a little.

He stood there in a black coat, rain on his shoulders, eyes sharp and unreadable.

“You’re alone,” he said, not asking.

“My husband isn’t home,” I replied stiffly. “What do you want?”

He smiled faintly. “May I come in?”

“No.”

The smile didn’t fade.

“I’m not here to hurt you, KAVIRA.”

Something about the way he said my name made my skin crawl.

“Say what you want from there,” I said firmly.

Friedrich tilted his head, studying me.

“You look thinner,” he said.

“And sadder.”

“That’s none of your business.”

He chuckled softly. “Everything connected to Karl is my business.”

I crossed my arms. “If you’re here to start trouble, leave.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“I’m here to offer you freedom.”

I laughed—short and bitter.

“Funny word, coming from a Casanova.”

His eyes darkened slightly.

“You’re trapped,” he continued calmly.

“In a golden cage. You know it. I know it.”

“You don’t know anything about my marriage,” I snapped.

“I know Karl,” Friedrich said sharply.

“And I know what he turns into when he loves.”

That hit somewhere deep.

“What do you want?” I asked again, quieter now.

He stepped inside before I could stop him.

“You should leave him,” Friedrich said plainly.

“Tonight, if possible.”

My breath caught.

“Excuse me?”

“I can get you out,” he said.

“New country. New identity. No Casanovas.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“You should,” he replied.

“Because Karl will destroy himself—and you—with his obsession.”

Anger flared.

“Don’t talk about him like that.”

Friedrich’s lips curved.

“You defend him,” he noted.

“Even when he freezes you out.”

Silence.

“How do you—”

“I know everything,” he interrupted.

“The distance. The coldness. The blood on his hands.”

My hands trembled.

“He loves you,” Friedrich continued, voice smooth.

“But love like his always ends in blood.”

I looked away. “You should leave.”

He stepped closer.

“Come with me, Kavira,” he said quietly.

“And I promise—Karl will never touch you again.”

I snapped my head up.

“That sounds like a threat.”

“It’s a guarantee.”

Fear crept up my spine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly.

“And don’t ever talk about my husband like that again.”

Friedrich studied me for a long moment.

Then he smiled.

“A pity,” he murmured.

“You’re braver than I expected.”

He turned toward the door, then paused.

“One last thing,” he said without looking back.

“If Karl ever hurts you… remember.”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“I was the one who offered you a way out.”

The door closed behind him.

I stood there, heart racing, hands cold.

And for the first time—

I realized something terrifying.

The danger wasn’t just outside my marriage.

It was inside the family.

BETRAYAL UNDER THE OPEN SKY ~

Arshia stood outside the mansion gates, arms folded, trying to steady her breathing.

Friedrich’s words echoed in her head.

“She needs air. She’s suffocating in there. Just a picnic. Public place. Safe.”

She had argued.

Karl had refused.

But Friedrich had been calm. Convincing.

Too convincing.

“She trusts you,” he had said softly.

“And Karl trusts you too. Don’t you want to prove him wrong?”

That was where she failed.

The Picnic

I sat on the grass, sunlight warm on my face for the first time in weeks.

“This feels nice,” I said softly, smiling at Arshia.

“Thank you for convincing Karl.”

Arshia smiled back—but something in her eyes was uneasy.

“Kavira… stay close to me, okay?”

Before I could ask why—

A gunshot shattered the air.

Pain exploded in my chest.

I gasped.

Arshia screamed, catching me as my knees gave way.

“KAVIRA—!”

Friedrich stepped out from behind the trees.

Gun still smoking.

His face was calm.

Almost relieved.

“I told you,” he said coldly to Arshia.

“She was the only way to break him.”

Blood soaked my clothes.

I couldn’t breathe.

Arshia looked at him—realization crashing into horror.

“You used me…” she whispered.

“You used me.”

Friedrich didn’t deny it.

“She was never the target,” he said quietly.

“Karl was.”

Another shot rang out—missing by inches.

Arshia screamed and dragged me toward the car.

“I will kill you myself,” she sobbed at Friedrich.

“I swear on her life.”

Friedrich watched us leave.

Expression empty.

ICU — BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH ~

Machines beeped.

Cold lights.

I was unconscious.

Barely alive.

Aaron was already there when they rushed me in.

“Gunshot wound near the heart,” ARSHIA cried.

“She’s losing too much blood—please—”

Aaron’s face drained of color.

“Get her into surgery. Now.”

Karl Arrives

The ICU doors burst open.

Karl.

Bloodshot eyes. Uncontrolled breathing. Pure terror.

“Where is she?” he roared.

Divyanka ran behind him.

“Karl—please—”

Aaron stepped forward.

“She’s critical. The bullet missed her heart by millimeters.”

Karl grabbed Aaron by the collar and slammed him into the wall.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Karl growled.

“If she doesn’t walk out of that ICU alive—I will end you. Doctor or not.”

Aaron didn’t resist.

He just nodded.

“I won’t let her die.”

Karl turned—and saw Arshia.

His control snapped.

“You,” he shouted, voice breaking.

“I refused. I said no. I said she wouldn’t leave the mansion.”

Arshia collapsed to her knees.

“I didn’t know… I swear I didn’t know—”

“This is how you took care of her?” Karl screamed.

“She’s fighting for her life!”

Divyanka stepped in front of Arshia.

“Stop, Karl! She saved her—she brought her here!”

Karl’s chest heaved.

Then he turned to his men.

“I want Friedrich,” he said quietly.

That was worse than shouting.

“I don’t care where he’s hiding.Burn the city if you have to.”

His eyes returned to the ICU door.

“Bring. Him. To. Me.”

Outside the ICU-

Arshia sat shaking, covered in my blood.

Hatred burned through her tears.

“I trusted you,” she whispered to herself.

“And you tried to kill her.”

From that moment—

Friedrich Casanova was no longer a brother.

He was a target.

BETWEEN BREATH AND SILENCE ~

The monitors screamed.

“BP dropping!” a nurse shouted.

“She’s losing too much blood!”

Aaron’s hands were already red. “We need more units—now!”

The nurse hesitated. “Sir… her blood group isn’t in the records.”

Time froze.

Divyanka’s head snapped up.

“She’s A+,” she said immediately.

“I know her. It’s A+.”

Karl, who had been standing like a statue near the glass wall, turned sharply.

“A+?” he asked.

Divyanka nodded. “Yes.”

Karl didn’t think.

“I’m A+ too,” he said coldly.

“Take mine.”

Aaron looked at him. “Karl—your condition—”

“I don’t care,” Karl snapped.

“Take it. Now.”

Within minutes, Karl was lying on the donor bed, needle in his arm, eyes locked on the ICU door.

“If she dies,” he said quietly to Aaron,

“this blood will be the least of what I give.”

Friedrich

While blood flowed into my veins—

Friedrich Casanova disappeared.

Private jet.

Fake passport.

Different country.

A ghost.

- TWO DAYS LATER -

The ICU smelled like antiseptic and fear.

I hadn’t opened my eyes.

Not once.

Machines kept me alive.

Silence kept everyone else drowning.

Karl hadn’t left.

Not the chair.

Not the hospital.

Not my side.

Dark circles framed his eyes. His voice was gone from screaming my name too many times.

Finally, he snapped.

He grabbed Aaron by the arm.

“Enough,” Karl growled.

“Two days. No movement. No response.”

Aaron stayed calm. “She’s stable.”

Karl’s voice cracked. “Stable is not awake.”

DIVYANKA stepped forward carefully.

“She’s alive… but I guess—”

Karl turned on her like a storm.

“Guess?” he shouted.

“Are you a doctor or not?”

The entire ICU fell silent.

“How dare you say I guess?” he roared.

“Are you insane?”

Divyanka flinched but didn’t step back.

“Karl, medically—”

He cut her off.

“My wife is lying there with tubes in her body,” he yelled, pointing at me.

“And you’re standing here guessing?”

Aaron stepped between them.

“Karl, stop—this isn’t helping.”

Karl shoved him back.

“You promised me,” Karl said, voice shaking now.

“You promised she would live.”

“She is alive,” Divyanka said firmly, tears in her eyes.

“She’s in a coma. A trauma-induced coma.”

The word hit him harder than any bullet.

“Coma…” he whispered.

He staggered back, gripping the wall.

“No,” he said softly.

“No… she hates silence. She hates being trapped.”

His fists clenched.

“You will wake her up,” he said, voice deadly calm.

“I don’t care how. I don’t care what it costs.”

Aaron met his eyes.

“We’re doing everything possible.”

Karl laughed—broken, hollow.

“Everything?” he asked.

“Then do more.”

He walked to my bed, took my hand gently—so different from his rage.

“Kavira,” he whispered, forehead resting against mine.

“Open your eyes.”

No response.

His voice broke completely.

“I’ll burn this world for you,” he said softly.

“But please… don’t leave me alone in it.”

The machines continued to beep.

And somewhere far away—

Friedrich was breathing freely.

While Karl was suffocating.