Riansh Book

Under His Gaze 1

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(Nothing related to the show)

It was 2:00 a.m., and Dr. Riddhima was exhausted. She had just finished her shift in the operating theater, and all she wanted was to go home to her small apartment. The long hours at the hospital had taken their toll, and her white coat felt heavy on her shoulders as she quickly removed it. She threw it aside and started to take off her gloves, her mind already on the warm bed waiting for her.

But just as she was about to leave, she heard her name being screamed from the hallway.

"Dr. Riddhima!! Dr. Riddhima!! It's an emergency!!"

Riddhima froze. Her body instantly shifted into professional mode.

"What happened?" she asked, rushing toward the voice.

"Vansh Rai Singhania! The son of India's biggest investor, Mr. Anil Rai Singhania! He’s been in a terrible accident on the highway. We need you, Dr. Riddhima!"

Her heart raced. Without wasting a second, she ran toward the O.T. She knew this was critical.

For the next few hours, she worked nonstop with the team, focusing on saving the life of the man she had never met, yet his name echoed in her mind: Vansh Rai Singhania. His father’s wealth and power meant nothing now—what mattered was whether they could save him.

After 3 hours of intense surgery, Riddhima stepped out of the O.T. with the other doctors. Her clothes were stained, and her face was tired, but her eyes were clear.

Mr. Anil Rai Singhania stood there, waiting anxiously. He rushed toward her.

"How is he? When will my son wake up?"

Riddhima took a deep breath, her expression calm but serious. "The case is in my hands now, Mr. Rai Singhania. He is stable for now, but his recovery will depend on how his body reacts in the coming days."

Mr. Rai Singhania nodded, relieved but still on edge. He turned to the other doctor who had been present during the surgery and asked the same question, but the response was the same.

Riddhima took a moment to gather herself. She had done her job, but the feeling of weightlessness came next. She had to leave.

Without saying anything more, Riddhima left the hospital, her steps quick and her thoughts distant.

The next day, as she tried to settle back into her routine, her phone rang. It was a private number.

"Dr. Riddhima?" a deep, calm voice spoke.

"Yes?" she replied, wondering who it could be.

"This is Mr. Anil Rai Singhania. I would like to thank you for saving my son’s life. You did what no one else could. I need to speak to you about Vansh’s recovery. May I have your number for future contact?"

Riddhima paused. She hadn’t expected this.

“Of course,” she said softly, her fingers shaking as she wrote down her number.

As the call ended, Riddhima felt a strange sensation in her chest. She had just saved the life of one of the most powerful men’s sons. The connection, though brief, felt deep. And with that, she wondered what the future would bring.

The following week, Riddhima found herself back in the hospital. The days had blurred into one another, and her work had kept her so busy that she barely had time to think about the call from Mr. Anil Rai Singhania. However, she knew she couldn't ignore the lingering connection. His words still echoed in her mind: "I need to speak to you about Vansh's recovery."