Chapter 41 Under His Guarded Arms
Evening falls. Samar’s jet lands on the private helipad of the King Empire.
His clothes are drenched in blood. His face looks exhausted, yet his eyes burn with the fierce fire of a ruthless protector.
Without speaking to anyone, Samar walks straight to his royal room. He opens the door.
His eyes land on me, sitting silently on the bed. The moment I see him, my face drains of color.
Blood drips from his clothes. His shirt is torn. Deep wounds mark his hands and neck. The world freezes for me in that instant.
My lips tremble. My eyes stay locked on his blood-stained body. Panic grips me, yet no words come out. My breathing quickens. My hands shake uncontrollably.
Samar notices the fear in my eyes. For a brief moment, his expression softens. Without saying a word, he walks into the washroom.
Inside, he turns on the shower, removes his clothes, and stands under the cold stream. Blood mixes with water and flows down the drain. Samar closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
I scared her… he thinks.
Minutes later, Samar steps out, clean and calm. He wears a black T-shirt and track pants. His hair is slightly wet, his face composed.
I’m still sitting on the bed, frozen in shock. Samar walks toward me slowly. His voice is gentle, reassuring, “Ishani… my love… please don’t panic.”
But my panic only worsens. My body trembles violently. Samar rushes toward me, but I back away in fear.
Concern fills his voice. “Why are you afraid of me, my love?”
I gasp for breath, shaking, retreating further. Suddenly, Samar grabs my hand and pulls me into his arms. I collapse against his chest, crying uncontrollably.
“P-please… l-leave me…” He tightens his hold.
“Ishani, don’t be scared of me,” he says firmly. “Those men were evil. It was necessary to kill them. Don’t fear me."
I sob harder, “You’re evil… you killed people… you’re a murderer!”
I push him away. Samar steps closer again, his voice calm, almost pleading. “My love, if I hadn’t killed them, they would have destroyed all of India. Tell me is that what you wanted?”
I shake my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. He pulls me into his arms once more. “That’s why I had to go. It was necessary.”
My throat tightens. “What if something had happened to you?”
Samar replies without hesitation, “Nothing will ever happen to me… not as long as you are with me.”
I look into his deep hazel-green eyes, filled with unwavering love. A faint smile curves his lips. He looks impossibly attractive.
I hug him tightly. “Don’t ever leave like that again… I was terrified.”
He strokes my hair gently. “Did you eat anything?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He sighs. “That’s not good. Don’t skip meals again… or I’ll have to punish you too.”
Holding me close, he leads me out of the room. As we step into the empire, I look around in awe. The place is breathtaking grand, powerful.
Samar lifts me into his arms and sits on the throne-like chair, settling me on his lap. Dinner is served.
I try to get up, but he doesn’t let me. He feeds me with his own hands, holding me close the entire time.
In the long, silent corridor of a hospital in India, the sterile white walls echo with stillness.
Karan steps out of his cabin, phone in hand, scrolling through emails as he walks briskly. His mind is buried in work. His eyes stay glued to the screen.
Suddenly Thudddd!!!!!!
He crashes into someone.
An irritated voice snaps, “Are you blind? Can’t you see where you’re going?”
Karan looks up sharply, irritation flashing only to freeze in shock. It’s Riya.
The same girl who was rushed into the emergency room last night fragile, terrified. But now, standing before him, is a completely different Riya.
Confident and Stunning, Her hair is tied in a sleek ponytail. Dressed in jeans and a top, she looks modern, composed, unbreakable.
For a moment, Karan just stares, unable to process the transformation. Riya crosses her arms and smirks. “What?”
She says. “Never seen a girl before? Why are you staring like that?”
Karan clenches his jaw. The timid Riya from last night and this bold version standing before him now it’s jarring. His voice turns firm as he snaps,
“Don’t yell. You’re in my hospital.”
Riya arches an eyebrow and casually brushes her hair behind her ear. “So what?” she says coolly. “Did you buy this place or something?”
Karan lets out a cold smile. “Didn’t buy it,” he replies. “I built it. This hospital is mine.”
For a brief moment, Riya is stunned. “Oh…” she mutters. “So you’re the owner?”
Karan’s eyes harden, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Not the owner. I’m the Head Surgeon. Remember the name Dr. Karan Rajput.”
Riya rolls her eyes. “Whatever. I’m here as a junior doctor.”
Karan chuckles mockingly. “Oh?” he says. “So you’re the junior doctor who was supposed to report in the morning but decided to take a casual stroll in the afternoon?”
Riya looks away, irritation flashing across her face. “Mind your own business. Dr. Singhania called me.”
Just then, Dr. Singhania approaches, having overheard the raised voices. “Riya! You’ve arrived?” he asks warmly.
Riya instantly smiles. “Yes, sir. You asked for me?”
Dr. Singhania nods. “Yes. You’ll be working under Dr. Karan. He’ll train you in advanced surgeries and treatment procedures.”
Riya blinks, stunned again. “But sir… I thought you would be training me.”
Dr. Singhania sighs, his expression turning serious.
“I’m overloaded with work, especially in the pediatric wing. Dr. Karan is the best surgeon here, and he needs a junior doctor. You’ll learn a lot from him.”
Riya hesitates, then gives a small nod—though her displeasure is obvious. Dr. Singhania walks away, leaving the two of them alone.
Riya slowly turns back, a wide smile spreading across her face as she looks at Karan—who is now visibly irritated.
Before she can say anything, Karan grabs her wrist tightly. His voice is sharp and commanding.
“Your training starts now. Come to my cabin.”
Without waiting for her response, he pulls her along. The cabin door slams shut behind them.
Karan releases her wrist and takes a step back, but his face burns with anger. His eyes flash with frustration her sharp tongue, her fearless attitude, and above all, the drastic change in her demeanor overnight.
He takes a deep breath, trying to control himself, but the tension explodes.
“Last night,” he barks, “you were alone on a deserted road—scared and helpless. I helped you. And today you’re standing here talking to me like this? With complete disrespect?”
Riya folds her arms instantly, unfazed.
“So?” she snaps back. “You should’ve watched where you were going. It was your fault, not mine.”
That’s it.
Karan’s patience snaps. Without thinking, he grabs her wrist again and yanks her toward him. Riya stumbles and crashes against his chest, her breath hitching. The distance between them disappears only heavy, rapid breathing remains.
She glares up at him and hisses, “Oh hello! Don’t try this nonsense with me. Stay as far away as possible or I’ll shock you so badly it’ll feel like 440 volts. Got it?”
A slow, dangerous smile curves Karan’s lips. He leans in closer, his eyes darkening with intensity.
In a low, menacing whisper, he says,
“Do you even know who you’re messing with? Keep talking like this… and I can remove your human organs without you even realizing it.”
Riya freezes.
Her body goes cold. Color drains from her face as her heart pounds violently against her ribs. Her lips tremble as she stutters, “T‑That’s… that’s illegal…”