"So… his clinic has started running, huh?"
Singhania said, leaning back in his chair, lost in thought.
"I've heard… it's doing quite well."
"Y-Yes, sir…"
his man replied nervously.
"That's what it looks like. Even without any publicity, his clinic is already getting good response. It's only been two or three days since it opened."
Singhania's expression hardened instantly.
"So what exactly have I kept you people here for? To eat and dance?"
he snapped.
"You can clearly see I have a problem with that man—do I need to spell everything out for you before you start doing your job?"
The man stepped back slightly, shaken by his anger.
Singhania took a deep breath—
Trying to calm himself.
Then stood up.
"The work I told you about… is it done?"
"Yes… yes, boss. He agreed. He's ready to do it."
"Good,"
Singhania said, lighting a cigarette.
"Get me on a call with him. Now."
The man nodded quickly and dialed a number.
As soon as the call connected—
"Boss wants to talk to you."
He handed the phone over.
"Hello."
Singhania spoke, his voice calm… but cold.
"Hello, sir. Tell me… what can I do for you?"
A rough voice replied from the other side.
"You understand your job, right?"
Singhania said, his face completely emotionless.
"Don't worry, sir… just keep my payment ready. I'll bring you good news very soon."
The voice came from somewhere dark—
A creepy, old man sat there, stroking his long beard, a twisted smile on his face.
"Don't worry about that,"
Singhania said, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"If you do what you promised… I'll change your fate."
"Leave that to me, Singhania sir,"
the old man replied with a deadly grin.
"I'll throw that boy out of that place in such a way… that even his future generations will remember the mistake of messing with you."
"Good,"
Singhania said.
"Get to work."
The call ended.
Singhania sat back down—
A dangerous smile spreading across his face.
"Now let's see… how long you keep your business running. You haven't even seen my real side yet, boy."
Meanwhile…
Seema and Anshika were sitting in a salon—
Getting facials done.
Their faces covered with a white mask—
Cucumber slices resting on their eyes.
"So… your prince's clinic is doing pretty well, huh?"
Seema teased.
Anshika smiled proudly.
"Not just running… it's flying. Just wait and watch—my prince is going to make a big name for himself."
"Oh wow… look at that confidence. Someone's clearly in love."
Seema laughed.
"It's not confidence… it's trust,"
Anshika replied.
"The guy who can win over my uncle in minutes—just imagine what else he's capable of."
Seema nodded.
"True… even I have to admit that. He impressed the Mayor in the very first meeting. And that speech… yaar, I could've listened to him forever. Every word hit straight in the heart."
"Exactly,"
Anshika smiled.
"There's just something about him."
"Seriously… ever since we met him at the mall, he's been shocking us one after another. Did you see how much he's changed? From that old, simple Om in school… to this confident, handsome version."
"Yeah… he's changed a lot,"
Anshika said softly.
"But his goodness… that's still the same."
"That's the surprising part,"
Seema added.
"After everything he's been through… anyone else would've stopped trusting people."
"But that's what makes Om different,"
Anshika said with a smile.
"He never loses hope."
"Yeah… the guy's got guts."
They both smiled.
Their conversation continued—
Light.
Warm.
Until suddenly—
Ping.
Both their phones buzzed with a notification.
Anshika ignored it.
But Seema removed the cucumber slice from one eye and checked her phone.
The moment she saw it—
Her eyes widened.
"Oh shit… what is that lizard doing there?"
"What happened?"
Anshika asked, still relaxed.
"Nothing… leave it. You won't like it."
Seema said, a little nervous.
"Seema… just tell me."
Anshika insisted.
Seema hesitated—
Then said it.
"That lizard… she's at Om's clinic."
Anshika immediately removed the slices from her eyes.
"Who?"
"Check your phone."
Seema pointed.
Anshika quickly grabbed her phone—
Opened it—
And froze.
It was Supriya's status.
A picture of Om's clinic.
With the caption:
#peaceclinic #om'sclinic
"This is Supriya… and she's at the clinic? What is she doing there?"
Anshika said, confused.
"What do you mean what? You know her habits. If she sees a handsome guy, she sticks to him. And here… it's Om."
Seema said seriously.
"What do you mean?"
Anshika asked, worry creeping into her voice.
"You and I both know how attractive Om is. His personality, his looks… it's obvious she'll try something."
"But Om won't fall for someone like her,"
Anshika said, though her voice wasn't as confident now.
"Yes, I agree… Om isn't like that,"
Seema nodded.
"But the problem isn't Om… it's Supriya."
She leaned slightly toward Anshika.
"You know how she talks to guys… how she flatters them. And didn't you notice at the party? The way she was looking at Om… like she was already interested."
"Seema, stop it… you're overthinking. Yes, she might like him, but she's not like that…"
Anshika said—
But her face already showed concern.
"Oh really? And you're not? Didn't you say you'd do anything for him?"
Seema shot back.
"And Supriya? She's half crazy when it comes to guys. She'll start with 'Oh Mr. Om, you're so amazing… you're this, you're that…' and slowly try to get close to him. And what if… just what if… she actually manages to get into his heart?"
That was it.
Anshika's expression changed completely.
Fear.
Urgency.
Possessiveness.
"Excuse me!"
she suddenly said loudly.
"Please wash our faces quickly. We need to leave—right now."
"What? There's still time left—where are you going?"
Seema asked, shocked.
"Where else?"
Anshika said, sitting straight in front of the mirror.
"To save my Om."
Her voice was firm now.
"I'm not leaving him alone with Supriya. So please—hurry up!"
The calm afternoon—
Was about to turn into something else.