My Possessive Beast Husband

7. Couldn't Afford To Lose Her

Gabriel took Pooja to his room and pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. He threw his coat on the floor and started kissing her like a hungry lion, then moved to suck on her neck like a vampire. Exhausted and in pain, Pooja couldn't stop him. She tried to resist, but she was physically weak and dizzy. She felt his hands roughly grabbing her breasts, his hand sliding under her shirt.

Then, a phone rang nearby. It was Gabriel's phone, but he ignored the call, wanting to enjoy his time with Pooja. The phone rang again, and he ignored it once more. When it rang a third time, he got frustrated. Moving away from Pooja, he picked up his coat and pulled out his phone. He checked the caller ID and his expression immediately softened. He decided to answer the call and started walking out of the room, but not before turning to look at Pooja.

"I will be back. Don’t you dare move," he warned as he walked out of the room.

Pooja lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not crying this time. Her father's words echoed in her mind, but she couldn't accept this reality. With great difficulty, she got up from the bed, her body aching more than before. She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her life had changed so suddenly, leaving her alone in the world. Her mind went blank; she couldn't think of anything else.

Without putting on her clothes, she stood under the shower and then sat on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Surprisingly, she didn't cry. She just sat there, letting the water cascade over her.

Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel returned to his room and found it empty. He searched the entire room but couldn't find her. Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, he realized she was inside. He thought about knocking but decided against it. Instead, he walked out of the room and closed the door, heading downstairs.

There, he met Zain, who informed him that matters with Pooja's father had been settled and there were no longer any problems. The two sat on the sofa.

“Where is Pooja? Is she okay?” Zain asked Gabriel.

Zain had witnessed everything Gabriel had done to Pooja, and the cold shoulder Gabriel gave him only deepened his concern. How could she be okay after all this? Any girl would break down after what Gabriel had done, yet Gabriel acted as if nothing had happened.

“Why did you give so much money to her father? You could have used your usual methods. Why did you do this?” Zain asked, prompting Gabriel to look at him and smile.

“If I hadn’t threatened her father in front of Pooja, she might still believe her family would welcome her back if she escaped. By giving her father money and having him accept it, I destroyed her last hope. Now she knows she has nowhere to go and that I am her only option,” Gabriel explained. Zain nodded, understanding his reasoning.

They discussed their business for a while, but Gabriel’s mind remained on his room. Every second felt like an hour as he waited.

“What should we do with that construction site in Delhi? There’s something wrong with the papers. Check this,” Zain said, showing Gabriel some documents. When Gabriel didn’t take the papers, Zain looked up and noticed Gabriel staring at him.

“Is something on my face?” Zain asked in a normal tone. Gabriel took the papers from his hands and tossed them on the table.

“Linda was calling me. She asked me to return her prince to her,” Gabriel narrowed his eyes. Zain instantly frowned.

“Why the hell are you bringing this up? You know I don’t like talking about it. Why is she calling you? Don’t you want me here?” Zain asked in frustration. Gabriel gave him a bored look, anticipating his reaction. He wasn’t trying to push Zain away, but things were not easy for him too.

Zain slammed his palm on the table and walked out of the house toward the garden, needing a moment to collect himself.

One hour later, Gabriel returned to his bedroom and noticed that Pooja was still in the bathroom. Growing impatient, he sat on the bed and waited for another fifteen minutes. Suspicion began to creep in. He got up and knocked on the door but received no response.

Gabriel's impatience turned into concern. He knocked harder and called out, "Pooja, open the door!" Still no answer.

He started banging on the door with his fist. "Open the door now! If you think hiding in the bathroom can save you, you're mistaken. Open it!" Her act of hiding triggered him in a bad way. "If you don't open the door, I'll break this f*****g door!" he warned, and when the door still didn’t open, his anger broke the roof. "So you are challenging me again. If I come in myself, you'll get your punishment in the worst way. Be a good girl and open the door!"

At that time, Zain was in the garden, talking to someone, when he suddenly heard Gabriel's voice. He heard Gabriel shouting Pooja’s name angrily. Concerned, Zain rushed back into the house, following the sound of Gabriel’s voice.

When Zain reached the room, he saw Gabriel behaving like a madman, banging on the bathroom door. Zain walked closer.

“What happened, Gabriel? Why are you shouting like crazy?” he asked. Gabriel turned to look at him, his eyes blazing with anger, making him look like a demon. Zain felt a chill; anyone seeing Gabriel in this state would be terrified.

“She’s not opening the door. She’s been in the bathroom for more than an hour,” Gabriel snapped. Zain's fear spiked.

“Did she do something to herself?” he asked, immediately regretting his words as they seemed to worsen the situation.

Gabriel's expression changed, an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes. Zain braced himself for an explosive reaction, knowing his comment had made things worse.

“How dare she,” Gabriel growled, tightening his fist.

Zain knew Gabriel was going to do something drastic. He saw Gabriel stepping back from the door, silent for a moment. This silence was the calm before the storm. Gabriel suddenly sped toward the bathroom door and kicked it open with one swift move.

Zain was shocked, watching Gabriel rush into the bathroom hastily. He hesitated before entering, uncertain about Pooja’s state and mindful that it was a bathroom, not a room. Should he enter or not? She wasn’t just any girl now; she was Gabriel’s wife.

As Gabriel burst into the bathroom, he saw Pooja lying on the floor under the shower, her whole body drenched. He rushed to her side, sitting on the floor and holding her tightly. Panic set in as he called her name, trying to wake her up.

"Pooja, wake up! Pooja!" he shouted, shaking her gently but her body remained limp and unresponsiveness.

Gabriel lightly slapped Pooja's face a few times, trying to rouse her, but it wasn’t working. He touched her face and realized her whole body was hot. He touched her neck and confirmed that she was burning with fever. Zain, still standing outside the bathroom, heard Gabriel's desperate calls and couldn't stay out any longer. He entered the bathroom and saw Gabriel on the floor with Pooja in his arms, both soaked under the running shower.

He reached over and turned off the shower. “What happened to her, Gabriel?” Zain asked again, his voice thick with worry as he watched Gabriel clutching Pooja protectively. Gabriel's silence only heightened his concern.

Gabriel gently lifted Pooja from the bathroom floor, cradling her limp body in his arms. He carried her to the bed, laying her down with the utmost care before covering her with a blanket.

“Zain, call the doctor immediately," Gabriel murmured, his voice strained.

Zain didn't waste a second, dialing the doctor’s number with quick hands. He listened to the ringing, his frustration growing with each unanswered call. “Why the hell is this fucker not picking up?” Zain cursed under his breath. Finally, on the third attempt, someone answered.

“This is the nurse on duty. Dr. Malhotra is currently attending to a VIP patient and cannot be disturbed,” the voice on the other end said.

“VIP patient?” Zain’s grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles turning white. The nurse obviously did not know who they was on the call, “Listen, it’s an emergency. We need him now,” Zain growled.

Gabriel, rubbing his hands to warm Pooja’s cold palms, paused abruptly when he heard the nurse’s response. Without a second thought, he snatched the phone from Zain’s hand, his grip tightening as he spoke in a deep, low tone that brooked no argument.

“If that f*****g doctor is not here in fifteen minutes, then you and his whole family will not see tomorrow’s sunlight,” Gabriel threatened, his voice laced with a cold fury that sent chills down the nurse’s spine.

The nurse, trembling with fear, didn’t need to know who Gabriel was; the anger and menace in his voice were enough to convey that this man was deadly serious. Gabriel cut the call abruptly and handed the phone back to Zain.

Zain began to pace the room, his worry etched deep into his features. Gabriel, soaking wet from the water, sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Pooja with an expressionless face that belied the storm of emotions churning within him. His clothes clung to him, dripping water onto the floor, but he remained still, watching over Pooja with an unwavering gaze.

Minutes felt like hours as the tension in the room grew thicker. Finally, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway, signaling the arrival of the doctor.

Dr. Sharma rushed into the room, his face pale and drawn, accompanied by the nurse who had answered the call. The doctor’s eyes widened at the sight of Gabriel and Pooja. Without wasting a moment, he set to work, examining Pooja with swift, practiced movements.

Gabriel’s expression remained inscrutable as he watched the doctor work, his thoughts a whirl of fear and determination. He would do whatever it took to ensure Pooja’s safety.

Gabriel’s red, unblinking eyes were fixed on the doctor, making him flinch in terror. Trembling, the doctor lowered his gaze, unable to withstand Gabriel’s intense stare.

Zain stepped closer to the doctor and whispered, “Where the hell is Kavita? Isn’t she always with you? Why are you alone?” His tone was low and irritated, meant to keep Gabriel from hearing their conversation. Zain thought grimly to himself, 'This man is going to die today by Gabriel’s hand.'

The doctor opened his mouth to respond, but Zain cut him off. “Go and check her quickly. Go!” he ordered.

The doctor hurried to the bed, carefully avoiding Gabriel’s side. He unzipped his bag and took out a stethoscope, only to put it back hastily. With trembling hands, he placed his palm on Pooja’s forehead, feeling the intense heat radiating from her skin. He knew that any mistake now could be his last.

“Sir, she has a very high fever,” the doctor reported to Zain, still avoiding Gabriel’s gaze. He then placed a thermometer in Pooja’s mouth and waited anxiously. Each passing second felt like an eternity. Minutes later, the doctor retrieved the thermometer and checked it, his hands shaking. “Her fever is dangerously high,” he confirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Now what should we do, Gabriel?” Zain asked, watching Gabriel’s fists clench in fury.

Gabriel’s eyes burned with intensity as he stared at Pooja, his anger barely contained. The doctor, sensing the palpable tension, cautiously spoke to Zain. “Sir, I need to check her body,” he said, retrieving his stethoscope from his bag.

As the doctor leaned in to touch Pooja, a vice-like grip clamped down on his wrist, causing him to cry out in pain. He looked up to see Gabriel holding his hand with an iron grip, his eyes ablaze with rage. The doctor felt as though he was staring into the eyes of a demon. Gabriel's expression was terrifying, a mix of fury and cold. The doctor’s voice faltered and died in his throat. He was frozen, utterly helpless under Gabriel’s piercing gaze. Fear surged through him as he realized he had no idea what he had done to provoke this level of anger.

“Who the hell gave you permission to touch her?” Gabriel’s voice was low and deep. His grip on the doctor’s hand was tightening, making the doctor wince in pain. Zain, watching the scene unfold, knew this was inevitable.

“B-but sir, if I don’t check her, I won’t be able to know her condition. Her health is not looking good,” the doctor stammered, struggling to speak through the pain and fear as Gabriel’s grip tightened further.

Zain saw the situation spiraling out of control and rushed toward Gabriel, trying to defuse the tension. “Gabriel, let him check her, otherwise how will you know her condition?” he said, placing his hands on Gabriel's shoulders, his voice steady and calming.

Gabriel suddenly turned toward Zain and locked eyes with him.

"Okay, I will let him touch her, but I want to cut his eyes and hands, with which he saw my wife and touched her," Gabriel said, then turned back toward the doctor.

Zain was shocked, not expecting Gabriel to say something like that. He thought, 'Why did I think he would listen to me?'

Hearing Gabriel, the doctor's eyes widened in fear. His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees, shuffling over to Gabriel and begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know she is your wife. If I had known, I would never have dared to touch her or talk about this. I'm sorry, sir, please don't do this to me. Please, sir... please..." he pleaded, crying like a desperate man, but Gabriel's anger remained intense, focused solely on saving his wife.

"I will immediately call my wife, sir. She is also a doctor, and she can cure your wife," the doctor said.

Gabriel's expression changed, suspicion and anger flaring. 'Is he lying to save his own life?' Gabriel wondered, growing angrier as they were running out of time.

Seeing Gabriel's reaction, the doctor became even more scared. “Please trust me, sir. You can ask Zain about this,”

“He is right, Gabriel. I know she is a great doctor and better than him, trust me,” Zain affirmed “What are you waiting for? Call her quickly!” Zain shouted at the doctor, who immediately called his wife.

Gabriel and Zain remained in the room, each second feeling like an hour to Gabriel as he grew angrier with the wait. Finally, someone knocked on the door. Both men looked toward it, and there stood Dr. Kavita. She wore a saree and carried a medical bag, but Zain noticed something different—Dr. Kavita was seven months pregnant. Now he understood why she hadn’t come with her husband. Zain approached her.

“Go and check her immediately. She’s not opening her eyes,” Zain instructed. Dr. Kavita went straight to Pooja.

She glanced at her husband, who looked defeated, like a beaten dog. He approached her and explained Pooja’s high fever. Dr. Kavita checked Pooja’s fever again, finding it unchanged. Unlike her husband, she exuded confidence, which Gabriel noticed. She checked Pooja's pulse and turned to Gabriel and Zain.

“Sir, I need to examine her body. Can you please wait outside?” she asked Gabriel and Zain. Zain left the room, but Gabriel stayed put. Dr. Kavita didn’t dare ask him to leave again. Zain returned to Gabriel.

“Trust me, bro. She will handle this,” Zain reassured him.

Reluctantly, Gabriel agreed and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Dr. Kavita examined Pooja’s body and was horrified by her condition. Pooja was covered in bite marks, her skin bruised red and blue.

She administered a drip, placed cold compresses on Pooja’s forehead, gave her an injection, and attended to her other medical needs before walking out. Gabriel, Zain, and Dr. Kavita’s husband were waiting outside. Gabriel stood near the door, a golden chain with a locket in his hand. He stared at it with a mixture of love and anger. Zain and the doctor observed him, but the doctor quickly averted his gaze. Zain worried about Gabriel’s volatile emotions. When Dr. Kavita emerged, Gabriel pocketed the chain.

“How is her condition now?” Zain asked Dr. Kavita. Everyone awaited her response, but she hesitated, thinking about how to reply. Her silence was making Gabriel angrier.

“SPEAK!” Gabriel shouted, causing her to tremble and take a few steps back. Her husband also trembled in fear, even more than she did.

“Sir, she has a high fever. I have given her all the necessary treatments and written down the names of the medicines you need to apply to her body. Her condition is not good, so…” she said, trailing off.

“So? So what? Speak!” Gabriel demanded, now at his most dangerous. He walked toward her, shouting again.

“You can’t have s*x with her for a few weeks,” she said, lowering her head. Everyone in the room heard her, but no one spoke. Gabriel watched her with an expressionless face but said nothing.

“If she does not survive this night, you will lose her. It seems like she does not want to open her eyes; she does not want to live,” Dr. Kavita said in a low voice, but it was still audible. Gabriel’s anger flared. He looked toward Zain.

"Have the driver take her home safely, but her husband will stay here. I have some unfinished business with him," Gabriel ordered.

Dr. Kavita, understanding the implication of Gabriel's words, felt a wave of terror wash over her. Realizing this could be her husband's last day alive, she fell to Gabriel's feet, pleading, "No, sir, please forgive my husband if he made some mistake."

Her desperation moved her to tears, but Gabriel remained unyielding. He despised people who neglected their duties for money, and Dr. Kavita’s husband epitomized that to him.

"Please, sir… please, I beg you," she cried. Zain, observing the scene, felt sympathy for Dr. Kavita but chose not to interfere. Gabriel glanced at Zain, reading his expression.

"Okay, I will leave him, but I want his resignation tomorrow," Gabriel declared.

Dr. Kavita looked at him in pure shock, quickly turning to relief and gratitude. "Thank you, sir, thank you," she repeated, standing and pulling her husband towards the door.

Gabriel's decision surprised Zain, but he understood the underlying reasoning. Gabriel hated corrupt individuals, yet he chose to spare this one. As they made their way to the parking lot, Zain turned to Dr. Kavita’s husband.

“Do you know why he let you go?” Zain asked. The doctor shook his head, puzzled.

“Your baby saved you,” Zain stated simply. Gabriel’s mercy stemmed from consideration for the doctor’s pregnant wife and unborn child.

As Zain saw them off, Gabriel returned to the bedroom, locking the door behind him. His anger and frustration simmered as he approached Pooja's bed. He looked down at her unconscious form, gently touching her lips.

“So, you think you can escape from me this way? I never planned to let you go,” Gabriel murmured, his voice laced with possessive determination.

The doctor’s words about Pooja’s will to live had ignited his fury. He perceived her condition as another attempt to flee from his control. Struggling to maintain his composure, he stripped off his clothes and undressed her as well. Sliding into the bed beside her, he pulled her limp body into his arms, seeking to warm her with his own heat. His hands roamed over her body, his touch growing more urgent and possessive. The scent of her skin drove him to the brink of madness.

He kissed her lips and neck, his desires intensifying. He felt himself losing control, his hunger for her becoming almost unbearable. But he forced himself to stop. He couldn't afford to lose her—not like this.