Chapter 2 – Public Execution
Morning.
News channels were screaming.
"Whistleblower Doctor or Criminal?"
Rishi sat silently in his apartment. TV screen par uski photo — red circle ke andar.
Panel discussions. Fake experts. Loud debates.
Someone had prepared this attack carefully.
Entry – Female Lead
Hospital ke bahar ek press conference chal rahi thi.
Wahin ek ladki sabse alag khadi thi.
Calm.
Observing.
Not shouting.
Her name: Aisha Verma.
Investigative journalist.
Known for exposing political scams.
She wasn't there for TRP.
She was there because something didn't add up.
"Why now?" she whispered to herself.
"Why after three weeks?"
Her eyes narrowed.
Someone powerful was nervous.
Inspector Arjun – Under Pressure
Police station.
Arjun ke table par ek official letter pada tha.
Transfer notice.
"Immediate effect."
Uska senior officer seedha bola—
"High-level orders hain. Case close karo. Doctor ko arrest karo if required."
Arjun's fists tightened.
"This doesn't feel right, sir."
His senior leaned forward.
"It's not about right. It's about survival."
Medical Council Hearing
Rishi ko emergency hearing ke liye bulaya gaya.
Room cold tha.
Panel members neutral faces.
Chairman Singhania video conference par.
Smile.
Polite.
Deadly.
"Dr. Rishi," Chairman said calmly,
"Evidence suggests you conducted unauthorized investigations within hospital premises."
Rishi stared straight.
"I investigated illegal organ trade."
Murmurs in room.
Chairman tilted his head.
"Allegations without proof can destroy institutions."
Rishi slid the old photograph across the table.
"Then explain this."
Panel members looked confused.
Chairman didn't even blink.
"That photo proves nothing."
Pause.
"And emotional instability is visible."
Silence.
Decision announced within ten minutes.
"Dr. Rishi Kushwaha's medical license is suspended until further investigation."
Hammer hit the desk.
Done.
Publicly destroyed.
Outside the building—
Cameras flashing.
Reporters shouting.
"Doctor! Are you guilty?"
"Did you fake evidence?"
Rishi walked through them silently.
No anger.
No reaction.
Just controlled breathing.
Across the street—
Aisha was watching.
She didn't see a criminal.
She saw someone cornered.
And calm.
Too calm.
She approached him slowly.
"Dr. Rishi?"
He stopped.
"I don't want sympathy interviews," he said coldly.
"I don't do sympathy," Aisha replied.
Pause.
"I investigate power."
Their eyes locked.
For the first time—
Someone wasn't afraid.
Night – Psychological Shift
Rishi sat alone in darkness.
License gone.
Reputation destroyed.
Friend transferred.
Enemy untouched.
He looked at the mirror again.
For a second—
A faint whisper.
Almost like wind.
"You're not alone."
He turned quickly.
Nothing.
But this time—
He smiled slightly.
"Aryan… if you're still here… I won't lose."
Far away.
Devendra Singhania received a report.
"License suspended. Media narrative controlled."
He nodded calmly.
"Good."
Then he added—
"Next phase begins tomorrow."