His Healer

EP-3 THE PRIVATE TALK

"A letter? Is it for me?" Riya asked, confused, as she looked at the envelope in the receptionist's hand.

Both Riya and Sneha headed to Riya's cabin. Sneha, barely able to contain her excitement, was eager to know what was inside the letter. "Open it already!" she urged, her curiosity growing by the second.

Riya sat down in her chair and carefully opened the letter. Inside, it read, "We will meet again soon."

Sneha, unable to hold back, immediately bombarded her with questions. "When? Where? How many days is 'soon'?" she asked, all at once, her excitement overflowing.

After reading the note, Riya calmly placed it in her drawer and stood up to leave. Sneha, full of confusion, called after her. "Wait! Where are you going? Don't you want to see him?" she asked, clearly puzzled by Riya's calm reaction.

"Why would I want to see him?" Riya replied, trying to sound indifferent as she started to walk away. But deep inside, she was fuming. The fact that he hadn't even bothered to say goodbye left her feeling unexpectedly angry, though she refused to show it.

Two days had passed, and there was still no sign of him. Both Riya and Sneha had become fully absorbed in their work, trying not to think about his sudden disappearance.

Meanwhile, Sanjay had finally discovered who was behind the attempt to kill his brother. Without wasting any time, he brought the man directly to Roy, ready to confront the truth face-to-face.

Roy couldn't believe his eyes—the man who wanted to kill him was from his own gang. Keeping his voice calm but with a cold, menacing look in his eyes, he asked, "You? Why did you try to kill me?" His tone was steady, but the tension in the air was undeniable.

The man remained silent, refusing to answer. Sanjay, unable to bear the silence any longer, grabbed a stick from nearby and began to beat him relentlessly. His strikes showed no mercy, the anger in his eyes growing with each blow as he demanded answers.

Coughing up blood, the man finally broke his silence. "My family... they're being held hostage," he rasped. "A man named Arun Agrawal... he ordered me to kill you." His voice was weak, but the desperation in his eyes was clear as he revealed the truth.

Just as Sanjay raised the stick to strike again, Roy intervened. "Wait! He's doing this because his family is being held hostage," he said, his voice steady but urgent. Roy stepped closer, trying to understand the situation and the man's motives.

Roy bent down to the man, locking eyes with him. "If you help me find out where they're holding your family, I'll let you go," he said firmly. "I promise I'll do everything I can to save them." The sincerity in Roy's voice hung in the air, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Knowing that Roy never went back on his word, the man nodded, desperation in his eyes. "I'll help you," he said, determination replacing his fear. "Just promise me you'll keep my family safe."

Roy stood up, his expression resolute. "I give you my word. Don't worry," he reassured the man. "Now, get out of here and tell me everything you know." His tone was firm, signaling that it was time for action.

Just then, a thought struck Roy, and he called out, "Wait!" 

The man looked at Roy with a hint of worry. As Roy stepped closer, he turned to Sanjay and asked, "Where are the car keys?" Sanjay quickly reached into his pocket and handed them over, his expression serious

Roy then looked at the man and said, "I'll take you to the hospital. Come with me." Both the man and Sanjay were shocked. Roy had never shown such compassion before; he usually dealt with his enemies harshly, often beating them to death rather than offering help.

Seeing the unexpected kindness, the man hesitated, saying, "There's no need." Roy turned to him with a cold, piercing stare. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Both Sanjay and the man felt a chill run down their spines, fear evident in their expressions.

All three of them arrived at Sunray Hospital and approached the reception desk. Roy asked, "Where can we find Dr. Riya?" His tone was urgent, and the receptionist quickly looked up, ready to assist.

The receptionists couldn't help but admire Roy's handsome features as they directed him. "She's in her cabin," one of them said. Without another word, he headed upstairs, but when he arrived, he found the cabin empty.

The receptionists couldn't help but admire Roy's handsome features as they directed him. "She's in her cabin," one of them said. Without another word, he headed upstairs, but when he arrived, he found the cabin empty.

Sanjay approached Roy and asked, "How did you know her name?" For a moment, Roy simply stared at him before replying, "The day she was with me, she had her name tag on her white coat."

Just then, Sneha, who was walking nearby, noticed them and approached. "Aren't you that patient?" she asked, looking at Roy. Then her gaze shifted to Sanjay, and she smiled, clearly intrigued by the situation.

Roy turned to Sneha and said, "Please take care of him; he's badly hurt by sanjay" Sanjay looked at Roy in shock, while Sneha raised an eyebrow and laughed. "You beat him up like this?" she teased, then turned to the man with a playful grin. "What a joke! Come on, follow me."

Roy asked Sneha, "Where is Riya?"

She replied, "She's in surgery right now," glancing at her watch. "She should be back in a few minutes."

They all headed to Riya's cabin, where Sneha began to clean the man's wounds. She carefully applied ointment and dressed his injuries, her movements steady and professional as she worked to ease his pain.

Just then, Riya walked into her cabin, unaware that Roy and Sanjay were there. She stretched and said to Sneha, "I'm so tired," stifling a yawn. "I didn't get any sleep last night with so many doctors absent."

Looking at them, Riya asked, "Why are you all here?" Her gaze fell on the man Sneha was tending to, and as realization hit, she quickly understood the situation. "You brought him here?" she asked, her expression shifting to concern.

Sanjay nodded in response, and Riya turned to Roy, saying, "You didn't have to bring him here. If you'd told the receptionists, they could have bandaged him." Her tone was a mix of concern and mild frustration as she assessed the man's injuries.

Roy stood up and said, "I wanted to talk to you, Riya." His tone was serious, drawing her attention as he prepared to share what was on his mind.

"Talk with me?" Riya asked, a bit surprised. "I'm right here, you can go ahead and talk." She stood still, waiting for Roy to continue, curiosity in her eyes.

Roy glanced around at everyone in the room, then turned to Riya. "It's a little personal," he said calmly. "But if you want me to say it here, I don't have a problem with that." His eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her response.

Riya paused, thinking back to their last encounter. After a moment, she nodded and said, "Follow me outside." Without another word, she turned and led Roy out of the room, curious about what he had to say.