The next day, Ashwath Pawar, impeccably dressed in his crisp uniform, climbed into his jeep, with Ekansh at the wheel. Together, they drove directly to the renowned multispeciality hospital of Faraib. As they approached the entrance, the security guards, noticing their arrival, swiftly moved to close the gates. The morning sun glinted off the polished surface of the jeep as it rumbled down the hospital's driveway.
The hospital, a sprawling complex known for its state-of-the-art facilities and expert medical staff, stood tall and imposing. The security personnel, vigilant and efficient, were quick to react, closing the gate in a calculated response to ensure control and safety within the hospital grounds.
Ashwath's mind was focused, his thoughts racing ahead to the task at hand. Ekansh, sensing the gravity of the situation, maintained a steady pace, navigating through the gates with precision. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each moment adding weight to the already significant encounter that awaited them inside the hospital's walls.
"Sir, I need to note down the name of the patient you are going to visit," the security guard requested politely.
"I didn't see you noting down the names of the people ahead of us," Ekansh observed, his tone slightly skeptical.
"They had passes, sir. I'm sorry, but it's the procedure," the security guard replied, maintaining his professionalism.
Ashwath peeped out of the window and gestured with his hand. "Come here," he called to the security guard.
"Yes, sir," the security guard responded, walking around to Ashwath's side of the car.
"I'm here to see Faraib," Ashwath stated firmly.
"Sorry, sir, I can't let you in without an appointment," the security guard replied apologetically.
Ekansh leaned forward, his expression hardening. "Do you see this uniform? I can lock you up," he warned, his voice steely.
Ashwath turned towards Ekansh, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No, Ekansh," he said calmly. He then turned back to the security guard, pulling a piece of paper from the dashboard. "This is a warrant, so excuse us," he said, holding the document out for the guard to see.
"Sure, sir, but I will need to make a call," the security guard replied as he walked towards his table to use the telephone.
"Are you really in your senses? Do you know who you're talking to?" Ekansh warned again, his patience wearing thin.
Ashwath, maintaining his calm demeanor, placed a reassuring hand on Ekansh's shoulder once more. "It's okay," he said softly, then turned to the security guard and added with a smile, "Just tell him it's Ashwath."
After a short wait, they were let in. As they stepped inside, Faraib stood at the entrance with a bouquet in hand. He offered it to Ashwath, greeting him warmly. "Welcome, Ashwath. I've been expecting you."
Ashwath shook his hand and glanced around, noting the changes. "It looks like you've rearranged everything."
Faraib chuckled, responding, "What are you saying, Ashwath? Of course, I want my hospital to look perfect for your visit."
Ashwath smiled knowingly. "I know you have men even in our office. Your network is impressive; they're quick with information."
Faraib laughed heartily.
" Your men."
"May I start my investigation?" Ashwath asked, his tone business-like.
"Why the hurry? You won't find anything anyway. Have some tea first," Faraib suggested with a sly smile.
Ashwath turned to Ekansh. "Do you drink tea?"
"No, sir," Ekansh replied firmly.
"It's okay, have some," Ashwath insisted, then turned back to Faraib. "I hope you didn't poison it," he added with a faint smile.
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