INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 61- I OWN WORLD LARGEST MEDICINE MANUFACTURING COMPANY

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AUTHOR'S POV

The sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air as the doctor finally emerged from the room, his face calm but carrying the weight of a recent procedure. Mehak stood in the hallway, her heart pounding with anticipation, her mind replaying every possible worst-case scenario. But the doctor's composed demeanor gave her a momentary sense of relief, though her worry was far from dissipated.

"Miss. Mah—," the doctor began, but before he could finish, Mehak's voice rang clear, interrupting him.

"MRS. Mehak Siddharth Malhotra," she corrected firmly, her voice tinged with both pride and protectiveness. She wasn't just any Mrs. Malhotra. She was his—Siddharth's. And in that moment, it felt important to remind everyone, including the doctor, of her place in his life.

The doctor offered a polite nod, acknowledging her correction.

"Yes, Mrs. Malhotra,"

he said, his tone respectful. He shifted his weight slightly, a sign that he was ready to deliver the update.

"There's nothing major to worry about. He did lose a significant amount of blood from the cuts, but he's a healthy and strong man. His body coped well, and fortunately, we didn't need to use stitches. Instead, we used medical adhesives to close the deep cuts."

Mehak listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration. The relief from hearing that no stitches were needed only marginally relaxed her tense posture.

"Pasting is preferable in cases like these," t

he doctor continued,

"as it ensures the cuts heal without leaving noticeable scars. Stitches, on the other hand, can sometimes leave marks and take longer to heal. This method should reduce the chances of permanent marks."

The words felt like a wave of calm washing over Mehak, but her focus remained sharp. Every detail mattered when it came to Siddharth's well-being. She needed to know everything.

The doctor cleared his throat, shifting slightly, as if preparing to hand over the responsibilities to her.

"We've dressed his wounds and stopped the bleeding, but you must ensure he doesn't go to the gym or lift any heavy weights—anything that might put stress on his arms. He needs at least three days of rest to prevent the adhesives from reopening."