Tara Patel

I burst into the hospital room, tears flooding my eyes. I'd received a phone call hearing that Shreyas had been in an accident, my heart wrenched as I imagined the possibilities. 

Instead, I saw that damn bastard sitting on a hospital bed eating ice cream. 

His arm was wrapped in a cast, and a little sliver of chocolate ice cream stuck to the side of his lower lip. A glass bowl in his uninjured hand and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming at him. His eyes lit up when they saw me and raised the bowl, "Want some?"

And then hell broke loose, I marched towards him and grabbed pinch his ear. He let out a squeak of pain, "Ow, ow, ow! Tara!"

When I finally let go, he glared at me and nursed his wounded ear. "Woman, you could have snapped my ear off."

I sighed flopping down onto a chair nearby and assessing his appearance, "Your okay, right?"

The bright lights of the room reflected his pearly white smile back at me, "Just a bruised arm, Sheikh dropped by to see what I was doing and when he saw, he called the ambulace."

"You scared me," I mumbled, he shrugged and winced at the movement. "I gotta stop doing that, it hurts." His voice came out strained, and I muffled a laugh. Idiot

"Police investigation is underway." I cleared my throat as he eyed me suspiciously, wondering if I laughed at him. I placed my hand over his and smiled, "So don't worry and just rest, duffer. I'll handle everything?"

"And eat your cooking?" He shook his head, mortified.

"Fine then, starve." I snapped, with a huff.  He grinned, "I'm just kidding Tara."

"Right..." I paused, folding my arms. "Me too."

"Sure..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

I hid a grin, he was properly terrified of me, as he should be. But my smile quickly faded as Vijay came in the room with a maniacal glee in his smile.

"How are you feeling, Shreyas?" His grin widened as his gaze landed on my pale face. Shreyas, smiled in return, "I'll be back to normal in no time."

"Lucky the blow wasn't fatal." His smile dropped as his eyes turned dark and cold. A lump formed at my throat, Shreyas chuckled, "Injuries in cricket are normal, if it was fatal, I'm pretty sure the driver wouldn't have a future."

"Maybe the next blow won't miss, so stick to cricket, huh?" He winked at Shreyas, dropping the flowers on a glass table. Shreyas's glare cut straight through the tension. Vijay dropped his lips down to my ear and hummed, "Bye, Tara."

Chills ran down my spines as unpleasant memories flashed by.

"Shreyas, what did he mean?" I break the uncomfortable silence a few moments after Vijay left. Shreyas shrugged and groaned in pain, "I don't know."

"I'm not stupid." I snapped once more, Shreyas sighed, "Tara, I don't know what he's talking about."

Dirty Liar.

My phone pinged in a bit, it was Varun. I glanced at it, the message read something very concerning.

The Chopra's are using their share of your company to take over.

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Anyways, the goal is seven comments and seven votes
Would ya be interested to read a spin off about Varun or Ajay? If so, who should it be about?