VEILS OF ROSE

CHAPTER 4️⃣

🌟AUTHOR’S POV 🌟

Arsalan, after signing the necessary documents and receiving warm congratulations from Mr. Ahuja was officially set to begin his journey as the new M.D. of H & P Hospital. On his way to the hospital, he mentally rehearsed the possible scenarios that could unfold during his meeting with the board of directors.

As his car approached the gates of H & P, the entrance was swarming with reporters, all desperate to catch a glimpse of the new mysterious M.D. But thanks to his tinted windows, their curiosity remained unsatisfied.

Upon reaching the entrance, a circle of guards formed around him, shielding him from the media. The protective formation gave him just enough cover to slip into the hospital. Disappointed, the media soon cleared the area.

Inside, all eyes were on him—not just because of the security but also… well… the man looked like a walking magazine cover. 😏

He headed straight to the Managing Director’s cabin, where he was greeted by Asad Rehman, his long-time associate, and now, his P.A.

> “How was your flight?” Arsalan asked casually.

> “Smooth, sir. Thanks for asking,” replied Asad.

> “Do you have it?”

> “Yes, sir. All the directors’ files, as you requested,” Asad responded, handing over a folder.

Walking inside the office, Arsalan’s eyes fell on a framed photo of himself and Dr. Murat Siddique, the former M.D., resting on the desk. His gaze shifted to the nameplate that read:

MR. MURAT SIDDIQUE
M.B.B.S & F.C.P.S
Managing Director (M.D.)

Running a hand across the plate, Arsalan quietly whispered something to himself before calling Asad.

“Yes, sir?” Asad said, entering with a cup of much-needed coffee.

“Replace this nameplate with mine. Handle it with care.”

“Of course, sir.”

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🛏️ Meanwhile… in the hospital room…

Sara was slowly regaining consciousness.

She felt a pair of eyes staring into her soul. Still dazed, her blurred vision made it hard to focus. Rubbing her eyes gently, she tried to identify the presence—but the room was empty.

No one. No trace. Just her.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

Dr. Shruti Aggarwal walked in, a wave of relief washing over her face.

> “Hey, you’re awake! Finally! How do you feel?” Shruti asked, checking her vitals.

> “Was someone just here?” Sara asked.

> “No, just me. Why? Did you see someone?”

> “Oh, no… I meant my friends. They brought me here. Are they outside?” Sara redirected, masking her unease.

> “Yes! They've barely moved since you came in. Despite my constant reassurance, they refused to leave.”

> “They’re the best,” Sara smiled fondly. “I’m lucky to have them.”

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🍽️ At the cafeteria…

Ahaan and Noorie sat with sandwiches in hand.