His Unwanted Bride

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DHRITI

I spun the paperweight around and caught a glimpse of all the board members entering the conference room and grabbing their respective seats.

"Dhriti, please don't cause any trouble. Let's—" Saad whispered next to me while forcing a pleasant smile at everyone else.

"If you don't want me to lose my patience then keep quiet. You're my husband, they shouldn't have fucking put you in hospital for a goddamn week." I whispered back.

He gave me a worried look but turned his lips into thin lines when he planted the bitchest smile on my face and shifted my attention back to all these sleazy ratholes.

"Ms Dhriti Dewan, what do we owe the pleasure to have you in our hospital?" The old man with a belly fat and expensive suit said.

"It's Mrs. Dhriti Dewan Hafiz." I tapped my fingers against the table.

"Yes. Yes, I apologise."

I nodded and leaned against the chair, looking around the room for a while before snapping my fingers for my assistant to step inside and distribute the premium blue file to each one of them.

I uncrossed my legs and forwarded the file to Saad by myself. "A little wedding gift for you."

He furrowed his brows in confusion and started flipping through the pages of the file to read every single thing mentioned in it.

"Ma'am?" One of the members blurted out in disbelief.

"I'm donating to this hospital," I said, playing with the ballpoint pen.

Whispers of gratitude and appreciation burst out in the room. Some were surprised, others were confused and almost all caught a glimpse of Saad.

"And since we all know how this works, let me come straight to the point. The donation amount is obviously not a penny, I'm spending a fortune on it. I expect coordinated cooperation from you all in the utilisation of the funds." I paused.

"I guess I don't need to elaborate on the potential of Dr. Saad Hafiz. I want a special unit established under him in this hospital to treat those who couldn't afford the treatment cost." I added.

"But, ma'am, it'll bring down the reputation of our hospital if we start offering free surgeries to poor customers. The people who belong to be treated here won't be any more interested if they see filthy people who stink like garbage walking around in the hallway."
Someone from the board members spoke.

Through my periphery, I found Saad tightening his fist after hearing his words.

I chuckled. "Is that so?"

"Yes, besides we won't be generating revenue to provide excellent services if we go on offering free surgeries to every other person." Someone else said.

Anger bubbled up through my veins. "The hospital must've generated good revenue by asking to perform a twenty-four, seven duty from Dr Hafiz, no? Shall I report this issue to the medical council? Oh, fuck that. How about I make every newspaper in this country publish the statement that this hospital refers to their patients as customers?"