VEILS OF ROSE

CHAPTER 9️⃣

         🌟AUTHOR'S POV🌟

Arsalan reached the hospital in full force, driving at high speed through the deserted roads. As soon as he arrived, he rushed toward Murat's ward. Spotting a man waiting outside the room, he asked about Murat's condition and was informed that the doctor was still inside examining him. Just then, the door opened, and the doctor stepped out.

"How is he, doctor?" asked Arsalan anxiously.

"He's fine. Thankfully, nothing serious occurred. The IV was injected with poison, but it was stopped in time before it could enter his bloodstream. We removed it and replaced it immediately," the doctor explained, gesturing toward the man standing beside Arsalan.

Arsalan nodded gratefully at the man. The doctor reassured him further before taking his leave. Arsalan then entered Murat's room and stood by his bedside, watching his peaceful, sleeping face. After ensuring everything was stable, he exited the room and turned to the man who had saved Mr. Siddique just in time.

"How did this happen?" Arsalan asked.

"Sir, I had just left to use the washroom after a nurse came in, claiming she was there to change his IV. When I returned, I noticed movement in the corner room. There, I found a woman tied up, struggling to get free. She told me she was the actual nurse assigned to Mr. Siddique. I rushed back to his room, only to find the fake nurse gone and the IV bottle discarded. With the real nurse’s help, we replaced the poisoned IV and called the doctor," the man explained in detail.

Arsalan clenched his fists tightly, his jaw set in fury.

As the night grew darker elsewhere, Sara thrashed and sweated in her sleep, living through a real nightmare. Memories of the past replayed in her dreams, tormenting her. With a sudden jerk, she woke up, breathing heavily, glancing around her room to remind herself she was safe.

A nightmare is usually a product of imagination, but reliving a traumatic past in sleep is a different kind of torment. Unable to go back to sleep, Sara drank some water and stepped out onto the balcony. She stared at the quiet night sky, tears slowly streaming down her face. Her heart burned with the desire for revenge, the ache of losing her loved ones still fresh.

She whispered to the stars, her grief mixing with the night air, as if making a silent vow — a storm was coming.

Back at the hospital, Arsalan was trying to come to grips with what had happened. He immediately decided to double the security. He turned to the man beside him — Saransh Malhotra — his trusted friend, and now his father’s head security officer. Saransh, a retired special forces officer, had been Arsalan’s childhood buddy.

Arsalan made his way to the doctor's office and knocked.

"Come in," the doctor called out.

"Doctor, I wanted to speak about Mr. Siddique's safety," Arsalan said, taking a seat.

"Of course. What do you need to know?"

"Would it be possible to shift him elsewhere? After tonight, I don’t feel it’s safe for him to stay here."

"Honestly, Mr. Khan, after what happened, I recommend keeping him under observation for a few more days. After that, you can move him. A nurse will be assigned full-time."

Arsalan nodded. "Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your help."

"It's my duty, Mr. Khan," the doctor replied warmly.

Outside, Arsalan turned to Saransh. "Double the security. Ensure that all guards are trusted. Check that the hospital cameras are functional. No one enters the ward without being thoroughly checked — nurse or not."