My Husband is a Mafia

Life Or Death

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I walked back into the room to find her on the floor. Had she fainted? I needed her for some work and now she had fainted! Kill me someone!

I walked up to find a complete different scenario. Her hand was slit at the wrist and blood was furiously flowing out of it. I immediately pulled out my handkerchief and wrapped the wound with it to stop the bleeding. Damn it!

I immediately pulled out my phone and called for the ambulance. I lifted her in my arms. The ambulance arrived quite quick. I immediately got on the ambulance and made her lay on the bed in it. A Doctor was there who started treating the wound immediately.

"It is a deep wound.", He commented as he was doing the dressing.

"We will need blood when we reach hospital. Do you know her blood group?", He asked as I truthfully replied, "No."

We reached the hospital soon and she was taken into the I.C.U. I stood nervously outside, walking up and down the corridor. Definitely not because I cared about her existence but because I needed her to be alive to tell the world the I had done nothing about the murder of my disgusting father. Her blood was all over my sherwani.

Just then the doctor walked out of the chamber.

"It is impossible to save her. Her blood group is O- and you must be knowing that this blood group is the rarest of all. We need blood for her but it is not-"

"My blood group is that! That blood from me and save her!", I immediately shot back. It was quite a coincidence to find somebody with a blood group as rare as that.

The doctor looked at me with a shocked look.

"What?!", He said completely bewildered.

"Yes. Come on, fast!", I said as he immediately called onto the nurse and took me into a room and inserted a syringe which was directly connected to a thin pipe connecting to Devika's hand. The blood flow started and after sometime I was sent out of the chamber.

I could not believe that I had just given my blood to save that slave of mine. I was sitting on the chair which was in front of the chamber. After sometime the doctor walked out of the chamber and said,

"Mr. Singh, your wife is fine now. I must say both of you are made for each other. It is really rare to find two people of the blood group to be seen together. May God bless you.", He said and left with a smile.

I just nodded pretending as if I was extremely pleased with all that he said.

After a while of sitting outside a Nurse walked out of the chamber and said,

"Sir, you can meet her now."

I immediately walked in to find her laying down peacefully. Her hand was nicely tied with bandage. I went and sat beside her as she slowly opened her eyes.

"How are you feeling?", I asked softly owing to the fact that a nurse was present there.

As she noticed that both of us were speaking she walked out.

"Why do you care?", She said weakly.

I learned closer to her and said with gritted teeth,

"Are you an i***t?! If you die and that too by slitting your wrist I'll be in jail!", I said as she smiled sarcastically.

"So that is the reason you donated blood to me, isn't it?", She said turning slightly towards me.

"Yes.", I replied truthfully.

"You know Ranveer, you are too selfish and cruel to stay with. I wanted to die because I don't want to be your slave but you are cruel enough to make me live forcefully.", She was saying weakly but her words were strong.

For the first time I felt as if she was correct. I was too selfish. This thought was immediately rejected as I stood up. I was a Gangster and I was supposed to be cruel! I will not change because she wants it!

I walked out of the chamber hoping that I'll keep my feelings under control in front of her.

She was manipulative.

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