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💥 AUTHOR’S POV 💥
In the dead of night, a car sped recklessly past its speed limit, racing against the road itself—until it collided head-on with a truck from the opposite direction. The impact was brutal. The car toppled, crashed, and skidded with ferocity against the concrete, leaving behind a trail of shattered glass and twisted metal.
The drunk truck driver, oblivious, swerved away, vanishing into the darkness.
The scene was chaos. The ambulance siren echoed through the empty road as paramedics rushed to the crumpled car. Hope was slim. Yet they moved fast, pulling the victim out and into the emergency room. Doctors scrambled, connecting machines, checking vitals, rushing against time. The patient was critical. He was moved to the ICU.
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Meanwhile, miles away...
A man in his late twenties ran on the treadmill, sweat rolling down his flawless face. This was Dr. Arsalan Ahmed Khan is one of London’s top neurosurgeons. Gifted with intelligence, precision, and an unreadable calm, he was admired—and feared—for his cold perfectionism.
Fresh from a shower and dressed in his usual formal attire, Arsalan sipped black coffee—his only breakfast—and drove through the quiet London roads.
The silence was broken by a call.
“Yes, Ishaan?” Arsalan answered via Bluetooth.
“Have you seen the news?” asked Ishaan.
“No... what happened?”
“Arsal, it’s important. Just check the news—now.”
“Alright, I’m on it. I’ll call you later.”
The news channel screamed, breaking headlines:
> “FAMOUS HOSPITAL 'HEALTH & PEACE' M.D. MR. MURAT SIDDIQUE INVOLVED IN A BRUTAL ACCIDENT LAST NIGHT. ADMITTED IN CRITICAL CONDITION.”
> “WITH SHARE PRICES PLUMMETING, THE HOSPITAL FACES A POSSIBLE SHUTDOWN.”
> “IS THIS THE END OF ‘HEALTH & PEACE’?”
> “MR. SIDDIQUE’S CHANCES OF SURVIVAL ARE VERY LOW…”
Arsalan froze.
His mentor. His idol. The man who shaped his career—fighting for his life.
Without a second thought, he took a sharp U-turn and made two calls.
“Mr. Arthur, I’m flying to India. It’s personal, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Understood, Mr. Khan. Safe journey.”
Then, another call—short and urgent:
“I’m going to India.”
Click.
Minutes later, a message with his flight details arrived. Arsalan boarded the earliest flight, praying silently for Mr. Siddique’s life.
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At the Indian airport, three familiar faces waited:
Ishaan Khattar – the stoic, serious businessman.
Armaan Roy – the cheerful architect with a swoon-worthy smile.
Ahaan Malik – the cunning yet humble lawyer.
As Arsalan exited the gate, Ishaan greeted him with a punch.
“This is for skipping my engagement, idiot.”
“You know the reason. Stop holding that grudge, man,” Arsalan muttered.
A group hug followed, gathering amused glances from strangers. Soon, they were on the way to the hospital.
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VEILS OF ROSE
Mystery / ThrillerMeet Arsalan Ahmed Khan, the mysterious and brooding doctor and new M.D. of Health and Peace, one of the top hospitals in the country on the verge of collapsing.He can do anything for his loved ones, "touch them," and you'll see how dangerous he is...
