Chapter 4 – The Surgeon's Secret
Next evening.
Hospital building outside se normal lag rahi thi.
Patients, nurses, ambulance… sab routine.
But Rishi jaanta tha — andar kuch aur chal raha hai.
Uska license suspend ho chuka tha, isliye officially woh hospital me enter nahi kar sakta tha.
Phir bhi…
Back entrance se quietly andar aa gaya.
Same corridor.
Same smell.
Aur wahi memories.
Dr. Mehra
Top floor.
Chief Surgeon's office.
Name plate:
Dr. Vikram Mehra
Rishi ne door knock nahi kiya.
Seedha andar chala gaya.
Mehra desk ke peeche files dekh raha tha.
Usne slowly head uthaya.
Shock.
"Rishi?"
Pause.
"Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Tumhara license—"
"Suspended hai," Rishi calmly bola.
Silence.
Room suddenly heavy lagne laga.
Direct Confrontation
Rishi ne table par ek photo slide ki.
Wahi old operation theatre photo.
"Explain this."
Mehra ne photo dekhi.
Aur uske face ka color change ho gaya.
Bas ek second ke liye.
Phir control.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Rishi slowly table par jhuk gaya.
"My mother's surgery."
Mehra ka throat dry ho gaya.
"That case twenty years old hai," Mehra bola.
"Records bhi exist nahi karte."
"Exactly," Rishi said quietly.
Pause.
"Because someone deleted them."
Cracks in the Mask
Mehra chair se khada ho gaya.
"Nikal jao yahan se."
Rishi ki voice aur cold ho gayi.
"Organ trade."
Mehra froze.
"Shell companies."
Silence.
"SV Biotech."
Mehra ka hand table par tighten ho gaya.
Rishi ne dheere se kaha—
"Kitne log mare?"
Room me sirf AC ki awaaz thi.
Phir Mehra suddenly laughed.
Slow. Bitter.
"You think you're hero?"
Rishi stared.
"You have no idea what world you're stepping into."
The Truth Hint
Mehra leaned forward.
"Your mother's surgery… accident nahi tha."
Rishi's heart skipped.
"Someone wanted her gone."
Silence exploded in the room.
"Who?" Rishi whispered.
Mehra smiled faintly.
"You really don't know?"
Before Rishi could react—
Hospital corridor me footsteps ki awaaz aayi.
Security.
Someone had informed them.
Mehra whispered quickly—
"You should run."
"Why?" Rishi asked.
Mehra looked straight into his eyes.
"Because if Singhania knows you came here…"
Pause.
"You won't leave this building alive."
Escape
Security guards corridor me aa gaye.
Rishi quickly back exit se nikal gaya.
But ek cheez uske mind me stuck thi.
Mehra ka sentence.
"Someone wanted your mother gone."
Matlab—
Uski death random nahi thi.
It was planned.
Final Scene
Late night.
Mehra alone office me baitha tha.
Table par woh photo.
Door slowly open hua.
Devendra Singhania andar aaya.
Calm.
Elegant.
Dangerous.
"You met him," Singhania said.
Mehra silent.
Singhania ne photo uthaya.
Smile.
"Curiosity dangerous hoti hai."
Mehra whispered—
"He deserves to know the truth."
Singhania's eyes turned cold.
"No."
Pause.
"Truth destroys useful people."
Lights dim ho gaye.