✨prologue✨

Hey everyone, I am finally posting the prologue of the novel, it's a small glimpse of the story and maybe characters too.......but all I want to say is please don't rush judging it after all it's just getting started there's so much more to it then just thisss......so I hope you guys will join me till end of this journey and show your love. Anyways I shouldn't be wasting time so let's get started......enjoy...😘

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Mumbai was loud it always had been and maybe it always would be.The sirens howled and horns screamed like they had no tomorrow and feet shuffled against pavement like a city that refused to rest. Somewhere amid the chaos, two worlds were running parallel- both unaware they were seconds from colliding again.

One wore a white coat.

The other wore blood on his hands.

Dr. Nitanshi Luthra one of the youngest and most talented surgeon Mumbai could have. She is only 25 yrs but no doubt her hardwork gave her job offers in the Mumbai's top most private hospital, sanjeevni hospital. She stood outside the surgical wing of the hospital, her hands still gloved in red, she could see the stain and the dark colour of blood but she didn't knew her live was weaven around even darker truths. The blood on her hand wasn't her red rather Someone else's. Her patient, a 7-year-old boy whose heartbeat she'd just brought back from the edge of death.

The room behind her smelled like antiseptic and adrenaline something she has been habituated of this till now. But she stood in silence, the air around her far too loud but her mind was at peace, after all every life she saved, she felt even more blessed for being able to do that.

"Dr. Luthra," a nurse called softly from behind, "you've been standing there for five minutes..."

Nitanshi blinked coming back to the present her eyes were raw allowing people to read her like a book, her lips bitten from stress she didn't knew she was having. She gave a soft smile the kind that made patients believe angels existed. The kind that reminded everyone she wasn't made for this world. The kind that reflected how pure she was. And last but not least the kind that made her the world of someone she yet doesn't know's she is, how far he can go to protect that smile of her's.

"I'm fine," she said, voice hoarse.

She always said that even when she wasn't. Nitanshi had never been the one type who can convey her problem's she feels her problem's are her's to deal with, why burden someone else with what she is supposed to handle.

Shaking of the unusual feelings she got back to her work. She couldn't let her emotions overcome her not when she was on her workplace. She came back to that determined and hardworking self who saves life with each of her own breath.

Meanwhile Thirty minutes away, in a tower that scratched the sky and silenced the city's screams, Advyut Khurana the lethal mafia leader stood capturing control over more things then a 27 yrs old men should,he didn't just had control over everything he looked at but practically owned it. he stared out of the glass window of his penthouse - a glass of scotch still untouched in his palm. His black shirt clung to his torso like second skin. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing veins and rage. His jaw ticked every time his phone buzzed with updates.

'Two men dead. One deal down.

And a new gang trying to touch what was his.'

The message reminded him that again someone tried to touch or look at what was his. But the thought that he took care of them in his own way brought a small satisfactory smirk to his face. He didn't knew why his enemies thought targetting her would make him weak, only if they knew she was his weakness but only in love and if they thought this can give them a plus point, they were living in a bubble which he didn't mind bursting.

A picture blinked open on his computer screen. Breaking the chains of thoughts running in his mind, he turned around from the glass window to look at the image flashing on the screen and as soon as his eyes landed on the image reflecting over there, his mind immediately went on pause. Far away from the the world he lives in, his eyes reflected the amount of softness no one could ever bring or see except...... nitanshi.

There she was in the image, walking out of the hospital gates, A doctor's ID hanging from her neck, the hem of her kurti faintly coloured in blood.His fingers tightened around the phone, he knew that blood wasn't her's but the mere thought of danger near her made his pulse spike. He zoomed in into the picture on his computer screen her expression was tired. Too tired.

She needed sleep.

She needed warmth.

She needed someone to carry the weight of her world.

Ofcourse she wouldn't say but he knew it, And she had no fucking clue how many times he'd already killed to give her peace.

They had been best friends since childhood. Atleast that's what she thought when the reality is Advyut had been loving her madly, deeply, and infinitly since he was just sixteen. Nitanshi, with her sunshine laughs and street stray rescues.Advyut, with bruised fists and untold nightmares.Everyone thought she softened him. But no one knew the truth,He was only ever soft for her.

His peace broke the moment his most trusted men, Aryan's voice reached his ears reminding him of the fact that the picture which made him feel so much was actually a threat message from his another enemy.

"Sir," Aryan said in a worried voice entering the room without knocking. "About the message we intercepted-"

"Anyone who threatens her..." Advyut's voice was calm. Too calm. "Cut their tongues out before they finish the sentence."

Aryan gave a tight nod already knowing that this was routine now. Touch nitanshi luthra, and you signed your own death warrant.

Advyut didn't blink. "Also... send her something."

"Something?"

"She lost a patient last week," he murmured, eyes darkening as he remembered the way her voice had broken over the phone at 2:17 a.m. "She didn't cry. But her silence was louder."

Aryan waited for him to complete,Advyut closed his eyes for one brief second, then said,

"Send her black roses. With a note."

"What should the note say?" aryan asked already remembering his words

A long pause. Then:

> "For the girl who saves lives.... don't forget to save yourself to angle."

Hearing his words aryan smiled for a bit before nodding and leaving his cabin. Advyut knew nitanshi takes care of everyone but he wanted her to care of herself too,and that's why he never forget to text her a reminder to eat her lunch because in her work she always skipped it. And he never failed to make sure she couldn't. This was one way of seeing the note but the other meaning which he hoped she never gets to knows because, he wanted to tell her to save herself.....form him but the other part knew it was too late she was already his even if she didn't knew it yet.

Nitanshi reached her apartment after a long 12 hrs of shift. Yes, she had shifted to Mumbai's apartment from her actual house in Mumbai because that house has to many memories of her now dead parents. Her apartment was everything that reflects comfort and peace. She felt like half of her problems would get automatically solved once she enters her apartment. Because her mind came to a pause a relif and away from the noice of world around her. She stepped inside keeping her bag down and taking off the ID Card from around her neck. She knew what she needed right now was a hot shower and she didn't waste time she took her night suit and went inside the washroom.

After long 1 hour she came out hair wet from the shower but mind light. She sat on the edge of her bed starring at the black roses on her table. No name. Just that haunting note.

She smiled. Just a little. Just enough.

He can think he is mysterious but she knows him to much to fall for such nameless surprises. She picked the black Rose in her hand and then her attention went to the note with it that said 'For the girl who saves lives.... don't forget to save yourself to angle.' the note was simple he wanted her to take care of herself then why did she feels as if something shifted inside her. Something she couldn't quite name so she decided she needed sleep or else her mind will keep overthinking.

And still, Somewhere deep inside, her heart whispered a

name it always turned to, even when it didn't make sense.

"Advyut..."

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I hope you enjoyed it

Meet you soon again this then give your curious mind rest

Yours author

Tulip bloom 🌷