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Shivika's Pov
"Bro should I kill this man or should I hang him upside down from a tree in the middle of a forest and let the wild animals have a great dinner." I asked Shivaay.
As always, Shivaay being Shivaay, calmly told me to leave the man to him. I couldn't believe it. Why does my brother always interfere? I had meticulously planned to kill this man, and now Shivaay wanted to handle it himself.
Frustrated, I left Shivaay with him and began walking toward my company. As I picked up my phone, the sharp crack of a gunshot rang out. I spun around, only to see my brother drenched in blood. Rage and panic consumed me. Without a second thought, I killed the man right then and there before rushing to get Shivaay to the hospital.
On the way, I called my manager and ordered him to have India's best cardiologist ready at the hospital within five minutes. Blood continued to pour from my brother's wound, and with every passing second, I felt my panic grow. I decided not to tell our parents until we reached the hospital -there was no need to worry them prematurely.
Injuries were nothing new for us; they happened so often we had become almost numb to them. But this time, it felt different. It felt serious.
After another agonizing five minutes, we reached the hospital. The staff immediately took Shivaay into their care, but when I asked about the doctor, they told me he hadn't arrived yet.
My patience snapped. My blood boiled as I called for the senior-most hospital employee.
The man approached, visibly trembling the moment he saw the gun in my hand.
"What the hell is your doctor so busy doing that he refused to perform the surgery?" I barked, my voice sharp and commanding.
He stammered in response, and I didn't wait. Pressing the gun to his forehead, I growled, "Call the doctor. Now."
The doctor arrived after two minutes, but my anger was already at its peak. I shouted, "WHY ARE YOU NOT PERFORMING THE SURGERY?" He didn't flinch. Instead, he gave me a cold, unbothered look. How dare he? How could anyone, let alone this doctor, dismiss Shivika Malhotra like that?
I yelled again, "Answer me, doctor! Why did you refuse to perform the surgery? I want you to operate on my brother!"
At last, he spoke, his voice steady and firm. "We are humans, not machines. We can't work 24/7. I just finished a 36-hour surgery, and my colleague will handle this one. You need to understand hospital rules and regulations."
His response stunned me. How could he talk back when I had a gun pointed at his employee? I understood his exhaustion, but my brother's life took precedence. Without hesitation, I shifted my aim, pointing the gun directly at his head. "Perform the surgery, doctor," I demanded coldly, "and you'll be paid whatever you want."
He tried reasoning with me again, but I had no patience left. "Do it. Now!" I barked.
Reluctantly, he started walking toward the operation theater, instructing me to stay outside.
