"I need you to beco our eyes and ears," he said calmly, taking a puff. "Find a man connected to your mother, Ragini Singhania."
The report was dated almost eight years back at AIIMS Hospital, where his mother Ragini was admitted after the accident.
He kept reading.
Then a visitor ca to see Ragini. Reported to be in his late thirties.
Rohit frowned. This is so vague. I doubt any hospital would allow anyone to operate with consent alone.
At the sa ti, another high-profile patient was fighting for her life in the sa hospital — forr Chief Minister Smita Dikshit. After a heart surgery gone wrong, she developed complications with an atrial septal defect (ASD— hole in heart). The doctors had given up on a second operation.
Rohit paused again. So there was a duration where the treatnt didn’t happen. She was most likely about to depart with him for further treatnt. Guessing her personality, she must have forced that visitor to take care of the ex-CM first.
The man perford the surgery.
dical notes later revealed sothing impossible at the ti — the use of advanced bio-placental matrices derived from CDX2 stem cells. Cells that could regenerate heart tissue instead of leaving scar tissue. The technique was still experintal. Even AIIMS didn’t fully understand what he had done.
No na. No registration. Only a request for complete anonymity, which the hospital obliged.
As he flipped through the pages, he didn’t find any ntion of other family mbers present. The report was too vague, perhaps created days later from interrogation. So far as I recall, Arya wasn’t in the country and Riya... she might have more clues. She wasn’t married at that ti.
Rohit kept flipping through the pages, his frown deepening. The mysterious doctor is becoming too much of a puzzle.
The file showed the doctor’s supposed academic record which was noted as an AIIMS graduate... and then the report simply ended.
What kind of man are you?
But then again, why hide it... unless she is indebted and can’t reveal it at her own liberty.
Sharma cleared the ashes from the tray and replied calmly, "Still enough for us to find what we are looking for. Regarding your question, we did try... many tis. But she refused to cooperate and kept giving the sa answer — that she isn’t aware."
Sharma held his gaze for a mont, then calmly pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward him.
Roadside footage.
His expression hardened. "What is the aning of this?"
Rohit scoffed and stood up. "You think I’m afraid of that?" His tone sharpened dangerously. "Sorry, Director Sharma, but this has cost you whatever respect I had left. Try it... and I’ll see where it ends. I’m leaving."
Rohit froze.
Sharma sighed and gestured calmly. "Sit down."
"We are not threatening you," Sharma said evenly. "If we wanted to destroy you, we could have done it already. We didn’t."
"You will receive your reward. I’ll personally approve it. A link will be sent to your email."
"My personal number. If you co across anything related to the Miracle Doctor... contact directly."
Once the door closed behind him, Kabir couldn’t hold back any longer. He frowned deeply.
Sharma took one last deep puff of his cigar, then scoffed lightly as he crushed it under his boot.
Kabir’s frown deepened. "Then... will he even comply?"
"He won’t. At least not directly." He tapped the closed file on the desk. "But did you notice? He read through that entire file in fifteen minutes, the sa file it took our analysts five minutes — just to understand and give up later. That boy has hunger. Real hunger."
"Put soone close to him. Soone he can rely on. Once he starts digging on his own... we’ll get our lead naturally."
Outside, Akansha waited in the car, fingers drumming restlessly on the steering wheel. Anxiety coiled tight in her chest. She hated this — being used first as a tool in bed, now as a driver. If not for the blackmail video Rohit still held over her, she would have driven away long ago. Still, she found him human enough to treat as a partner and not a slave.
At first, she had only wanted to take advantage of whatever good heart he might possess — find so secret, so leverage she could use against him later. But the more ti she spent with him, the more her view began to shift.
At one point she had seen him as nothing more than dangerous. Now she recognized the strange duality in him: cruel enough to show no rcy to strangers like her, yet fiercely protective of his own people.
Would he ever care about if I beca soone important to him? The thought slipped in uninvited, making her pout.
Rohit stepped out, his face dark with barely contained anger. The sa cold intensity she had seen when they first t near the hotel door was back in full force.
She watched him settle into the passenger seat, jaw tight.
Rohit didn’t answer imdiately.
Few monts ago, before coming out of door
The IB had shown their true colors. They were willing to use any leverage, no matter how dirty. Soone must have been tailing his mother — and failed. Then the image of Chanu’s suspicious Nokia phone flashed in his mind.
As he connected to Lisa via Bluetooth, notifications flooded in.
[Aisha: Stupid jerk. I can’t even walk properly and you want to return ho? At least send the pills. I don’t want to get pregnant.]
[Robin: Sir, I’m at Baba Saheb Welfare Hospital. I found the ambulance and the patient details. He is registered under the na ’Binod’ in the general ward. Sending the photo.]
He froze.
The man he wanted to find and kill with his own hands.
"Hey... I’m asking you a question. Don’t ignore ."
"Drive. Baba Saheb Welfare Hospital."
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