There’s a pause, then a nervous, “Yes, sir.”
“And don’t inform my father about this,” I warn, my voice deadly. “If he finds out, you and your entire team will answer to me.”
I don’t wait for his reply and hang up the call. He knows better than to go against my order.
Thirty torturous minutes later, I finally pull up in front of my pub and hurry towards the entrance. I stride into the pub, my heartbeat pounding louder than the music crashing through the place. I hardly take in the dim lighting or the packed crowd. I just head straight towards the restricted area.
Before I reach the stairs, one of the waiters practically sprints up to me.
“Sir, she’s in your office.”
I don’t wait for more or question why she’s in my office. I am already moving, cutting through the corridor meant only for the staff.
Reaching the door, I shove it open and storm into my private office, then freeze. For half a second, the air leaves my lungs.
Meera lies sprawled on the couch, unconscious. Her hair spills across the cushion, and her cheeks are pale. One of my men, the same bastard I’d been on the call with, stands beside her.
His eyes widen the moment they meet mine.
In two strides, I cross the room. My fist curls into his collar as I slam him back against the wall, the frame behind him rattling from the impact.
“I warned you not to touch her. Are you fucking deaf?” I growl.
“Sir—sir—please—listen—” he stammers.
“No,” I snarl. “You explain to me right now why she’s unconscious. Start praying you give me the right answer.”
“Sir, I swear I didn’t touch her.” His throat bobs. “She… she slipped.”
“Slipped?” My grip tightens. “Try again.”
“I am not lying!” His eyes dart towards Meera in panic. “She tried to enter the restricted area, and we were following her silently, just like you ordered. But when she sensed our presence, she rushed down the stairs, missed a step, and fell. It all happened before I could even reach her.”
I stare at him, breathing hard.
“She was already unconscious when I reached her,” he continues, words tumbling out in desperation. “I picked her up and got her here. But I didn’t… I didn’t touch her beyond that, sir. I swear on my life. She wouldn’t wake up, and we didn’t know what to do. We were scared to call a doctor without your permission.”
I shove him harder, anger cutting through my veins. “You should have called me the second she hurt herself.”
“Sir, I was just about to call and inform you, but the guard told me you’d already entered. That’s when I sent the waiter to inform you.”
I nod and release him abruptly, and he stumbles forward, gasping for air. I barely glance at him before moving on.
Dropping onto the couch beside her, I gently push her hair away from her face. Her skin is warm, but her breathing is steady.Thank God.
“Have you lost your mind? Why the hell are you always running towards danger? Why can’t you stay still for one goddamn second? Why the hell do you make me worry like this?”I whisper to her in my mind.
She doesn’t move.
My jaw clenches until it aches as a cold rush of fear sinks in at the sight of her lying motionless. I can’t lose her.
“Meera,” I whisper, my voice tight with panic. “Open your eyes.”
Behind me, the man shifts nervously.
“Sir… should I call a doctor?”
My head snaps up. “One more unnecessary word from your mouth and I’ll make sure you never speak again,” I warn, then add. “Leave. And make sure no one enters this room until I say so.”
