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Chapter 49 – You both know each other.?!
Next day at the hospital…
The middle-aged man — the influential big-shot patient — had been restless all afternoon. His private room was quiet, bodyguards stationed outside, but inside, he had dismissed the regular staff with a wave.
Now, two younger hospital girls (not nurses, just aides) were in the room, giggling nervously as he poured drinks from a bottle he’d brought himself.
Mirnaa walked past the door on her rounds and froze. The girls were sitting too close, dresses hiked up, the man’s hand on one thigh. Laughter, low voices, the unmistakable smell of alcohol.
She stepped in, voice firm but calm. “Sir, this is a hospital. Not a place to ridicule like this. Please send them out.”
The man looked up, amused. “Relax, nurse. They’re just entertaining me. No harm.”
Mirnaa’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not allowed. Leave, girls.”
The aides scurried out, embarrassed. The man leaned back, smirking. “Okay, let it be. Come back in an hour. I have some needs to be done.”
Mirnaa turned and left without a word, heart pounding.
In the staff room, she found Priya. “That man… he’s rude. Trying to entertain girls in his room like it’s a hotel.”
Priya sighed. “Influential people think rules don’t apply. Just stay away from him. Don’t get involved.”
Mirnaa nodded, but texted Vikram anyway:
“Something weird at hospital. The big-shot patient is trying to entertain girls in his room. Told him off. Feeling uneasy.”
Vikram read the message. His mind went off. Something off. The dream still lingered — Mirnaa with the monster. He sensed danger. He didn’t alert her but went to the hospital to see her.
Meanwhile, Bharath had retrieved the CCTV footage from the event building. Her face is clear now. Her name tag is visible: Mirnaa, and when she picked her ID, he noted her hospital…
He stared at the screen for a long time.
“She saved me twice,” he muttered to Rishi. “I’ll befriend her. Spark friendship. Slowly… get what I need.”
Rishi raised an eyebrow. “You mean sex?”
Bharath didn’t answer. He just started the Thar jeep toward her hospital.
An hour later.
Mirnaa knocked on the big-shot’s door. “Sir? You asked for me?”
“Come in.”
The room was dim. The bodyguards were gone. The man sat on the bed in a robe, drink in hand.
“Yes sir, what do you want?”
He smiled. “You sent everyone away. I appreciate your sincerity. Hospital girls like them are not fit for this place.”
He stood, walked toward her slowly.
“But this place… you can fit in.”
He reached out, fingers brushing her saree pallu.
Mirnaa stepped back. “Sir, stop.”
He tugged. The pallu started to slip.
Before it dropped, a loud thud.
A kick landed square on the man’s chest. He flew back, crashing against the bed.
Bharath stood there, eyes blazing.
Mirnaa didn’t wait. She ran out, heart hammering, and alerted security and the chief in-charge.
As soon as everyone arrived, the people around there said, “Please don’t raise this issue. He is an influential man.”
Bharath raged. “I don’t care. This man tried to misbehave. Glad I looked at the right time.”
Priya said, “No, we need to call security officer. How could we peacefully work here, with vultures like him?” Few other nurses joined her.
Mirnaa was panicked.
Chief comes in and said, “We will sort this out. She is our staff, we will take care.”
Bharath didn’t flinch. A nurse called a cop.
at the same time...
Bharath’s phone rang. He glanced at it, face hardening. “I have to go. Emergency.”
He looked at Mirnaa once — eyes intense — then left.
Chief gets the phone from staff and said, “We will fix this internally. He is our guest.
Yes, it’s inappropriate, but I don’t want our hospital in news.”
Vikram arrived moments later.
He saw Mirnaa — pale, shaking. She ran to him, hugged him tight.
Vikram held her, rage boiling inside. “What happened?”
She told him everything — the man’s attempt, a stranger’s kick, the crowd protecting the big-shot. Nurses standing for her.
Vikram’s jaw clenched. He wanted to break his bones but he knew he should not show his rage out. Yet he said, “Let me break his hand.”
Mirnaa stopped him. “No, we are not that powerful to offend him. Let’s complain with security officer or to hospital.”
Vikram calmed down and said, “Let’s move for now. I will escalate this legally.”
He took her out, arm around her. Priya followed, worried.
Vikram asked Priya to accompany them for sometime till she became normal.
At home, Mirnaa sat on the couch, still shaken.
“The monster… he actually saved me. I want to thank him, but he disappeared. Maybe panicked when people talked about calling security officer.”
Vikram’s mind flashed — monster fucking Mirnaa in a mask. The dream. His stomach churned.
“What monster again?” he asked, voice tight.
Mirnaa said, “Should I call savior?” She slipped a smile.
Vikram felt easy, a small smile.
Mirnaa said, “You are good at reading people. As you said maybe I misjudged him. He seems to be a good person.”
Vikram said, “That’s why you should be calm and listen to full before passing a judgement.”
He was relaxed that finally she is easing out on henchman thing, “than you monster for saving her and this…”
But the rage never let him.
At 9 PM he got a message from his informer: the big shot is partying somewhere in a warehouse. No CCTV and all good.
Vikram knew this is the time.
Vikram pretended his phone rang.
He stepped away, then came back.
“Priya, can you stay till 12? I have a very important thing to address. I don’t want to leave her alone, especially today.”
Priya nodded. “Sure. I’ll call my husband.”
She did. “My friend fell and has no one to take care of. He said stay if needed.”
Priya said, “My husband said if you want to stay you can.”
Vikram said, “Perfect thanks.”
Priya and Mirnaa stayed together. They chatted random stories. Then Priya slept on the sofa. Mirnaa slept on the cushion.
At 1 AM, Vikram came back.
He woke them gently. “Come, sleep in the guest room.”
They moved. Mirnaa fell asleep quickly.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, mind racing.
Next morning, 8 AM.
A Cop jeep arrived outside.
Officers knocked. “Vikram? You need to come with us. We received a complaint from the big-shot patient. Assault case.”
Mirnaa rushed out. “No! He doesn’t even know how to fight. He’s innocent. He was targeted by that man for his wrongdoings we questioned!”
Whatever, you need to come to the security officer station and explain. He rudely said, “Go that way idiots…”
Vikram stepped forward, calm. “I’m equally influential. I run businesses with many outlets.
I too have people who are well known in power play.”
Vikram showed his card.
The cops hesitated, suddenly respectful. “Sir, please come to the station. We’ll sort it.”
Mirnaa and Priya followed in the car.
At the station, the big-shot sat, bruised, angry.
“Someone beat me. It must be him — the husband. They powdered chilli on my eyes and my helpers’ eyes so we didn’t see.
But I’m sure it was him. Who else had the intention than him?”
Vikram said, “You tried molesting my wife and now turning someone else attacking you on me?”
The big-shot sneered. “I molested do you have proof? Did the hospital said so? No proof. You don’t know my power.” He threatened.
The cop gave Vikram's card to big shot.
He laughed at that card, “Just a electronics man. Should I be feared for his 20 outlets and assets? He is nothing before me.”
The cop smirked.
“And don’t leave the first person who attacked me either,” Big shot raged.
The constable said, “Sir, we identified him via CCTV camera. He is also on the way.” But it’s not what the way you think.
The inspector said, “Shut up. Who are you to interfere? Your only job is to pass information. Just stand there idiot.”
Mirnaa realized the monster sorry the savior or helper is arriving as well, she thinks of just telling him a thanks after all ends will work.
Vikram’s hands were cuffed by the security officer.
They said, “You can’t be saved. We’re ready to force all fake charges on you.
You played wrong with power.”
The Thar jeep arrived with screech sound.
The constable said, “The person who beat the man is coming,” knowing something the constable smiled.
The inspector sat on the table like a hero, mocking smile.
He addressed Mirnaa: “Instead of too much trouble you should have listened to the bigshot.”
See your husband and that thug who is coming up now going to face huge backlash...
He and few others laughed.
Vikram controlled himself — he doesn’t want Mirnaa to see his rage and reveal his identity.
The footsteps nears the entrance..
The constable saluted at the entrance.
The inspector looked shocked — who is arriving that the constable is saluting?
Bharath entered the station.
The influential big-shot pointed. “He is the person who beat me first last day.”
The inspector said, “Sir, is it you?” His hand automatically saluted.
Mirnaa looked at him — the monster, bad man, henchman she used to call is being saluted by the inspector.
That was the first time Vikram saw him.
“Bharath…???”
Bharath looked at him. “Vikram???”
Mirnaa was shocked.
You both know each other.
Vikram and Bharath looked at Mirnaa…
Next day at the hospital…
The middle-aged man — the influential big-shot patient — had been restless all afternoon. His private room was quiet, bodyguards stationed outside, but inside, he had dismissed the regular staff with a wave.
Now, two younger hospital girls (not nurses, just aides) were in the room, giggling nervously as he poured drinks from a bottle he’d brought himself.
Mirnaa walked past the door on her rounds and froze. The girls were sitting too close, dresses hiked up, the man’s hand on one thigh. Laughter, low voices, the unmistakable smell of alcohol.
She stepped in, voice firm but calm. “Sir, this is a hospital. Not a place to ridicule like this. Please send them out.”
The man looked up, amused. “Relax, nurse. They’re just entertaining me. No harm.”
Mirnaa’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not allowed. Leave, girls.”
The aides scurried out, embarrassed. The man leaned back, smirking. “Okay, let it be. Come back in an hour. I have some needs to be done.”
Mirnaa turned and left without a word, heart pounding.
In the staff room, she found Priya. “That man… he’s rude. Trying to entertain girls in his room like it’s a hotel.”
Priya sighed. “Influential people think rules don’t apply. Just stay away from him. Don’t get involved.”
Mirnaa nodded, but texted Vikram anyway:
“Something weird at hospital. The big-shot patient is trying to entertain girls in his room. Told him off. Feeling uneasy.”
Vikram read the message. His mind went off. Something off. The dream still lingered — Mirnaa with the monster. He sensed danger. He didn’t alert her but went to the hospital to see her.
Meanwhile, Bharath had retrieved the CCTV footage from the event building. Her face is clear now. Her name tag is visible: Mirnaa, and when she picked her ID, he noted her hospital…
He stared at the screen for a long time.
“She saved me twice,” he muttered to Rishi. “I’ll befriend her. Spark friendship. Slowly… get what I need.”
Rishi raised an eyebrow. “You mean sex?”
Bharath didn’t answer. He just started the Thar jeep toward her hospital.
An hour later.
Mirnaa knocked on the big-shot’s door. “Sir? You asked for me?”
“Come in.”
The room was dim. The bodyguards were gone. The man sat on the bed in a robe, drink in hand.
“Yes sir, what do you want?”
He smiled. “You sent everyone away. I appreciate your sincerity. Hospital girls like them are not fit for this place.”
He stood, walked toward her slowly.
“But this place… you can fit in.”
He reached out, fingers brushing her saree pallu.
Mirnaa stepped back. “Sir, stop.”
He tugged. The pallu started to slip.
Before it dropped, a loud thud.
A kick landed square on the man’s chest. He flew back, crashing against the bed.
Bharath stood there, eyes blazing.
Mirnaa didn’t wait. She ran out, heart hammering, and alerted security and the chief in-charge.
As soon as everyone arrived, the people around there said, “Please don’t raise this issue. He is an influential man.”
Bharath raged. “I don’t care. This man tried to misbehave. Glad I looked at the right time.”
Priya said, “No, we need to call security officer. How could we peacefully work here, with vultures like him?” Few other nurses joined her.
Mirnaa was panicked.
Chief comes in and said, “We will sort this out. She is our staff, we will take care.”
Bharath didn’t flinch. A nurse called a cop.
at the same time...
Bharath’s phone rang. He glanced at it, face hardening. “I have to go. Emergency.”
He looked at Mirnaa once — eyes intense — then left.
Chief gets the phone from staff and said, “We will fix this internally. He is our guest.
Yes, it’s inappropriate, but I don’t want our hospital in news.”
Vikram arrived moments later.
He saw Mirnaa — pale, shaking. She ran to him, hugged him tight.
Vikram held her, rage boiling inside. “What happened?”
She told him everything — the man’s attempt, a stranger’s kick, the crowd protecting the big-shot. Nurses standing for her.
Vikram’s jaw clenched. He wanted to break his bones but he knew he should not show his rage out. Yet he said, “Let me break his hand.”
Mirnaa stopped him. “No, we are not that powerful to offend him. Let’s complain with security officer or to hospital.”
Vikram calmed down and said, “Let’s move for now. I will escalate this legally.”
He took her out, arm around her. Priya followed, worried.
Vikram asked Priya to accompany them for sometime till she became normal.
At home, Mirnaa sat on the couch, still shaken.
“The monster… he actually saved me. I want to thank him, but he disappeared. Maybe panicked when people talked about calling security officer.”
Vikram’s mind flashed — monster fucking Mirnaa in a mask. The dream. His stomach churned.
“What monster again?” he asked, voice tight.
Mirnaa said, “Should I call savior?” She slipped a smile.
Vikram felt easy, a small smile.
Mirnaa said, “You are good at reading people. As you said maybe I misjudged him. He seems to be a good person.”
Vikram said, “That’s why you should be calm and listen to full before passing a judgement.”
He was relaxed that finally she is easing out on henchman thing, “than you monster for saving her and this…”
But the rage never let him.
At 9 PM he got a message from his informer: the big shot is partying somewhere in a warehouse. No CCTV and all good.
Vikram knew this is the time.
Vikram pretended his phone rang.
He stepped away, then came back.
“Priya, can you stay till 12? I have a very important thing to address. I don’t want to leave her alone, especially today.”
Priya nodded. “Sure. I’ll call my husband.”
She did. “My friend fell and has no one to take care of. He said stay if needed.”
Priya said, “My husband said if you want to stay you can.”
Vikram said, “Perfect thanks.”
Priya and Mirnaa stayed together. They chatted random stories. Then Priya slept on the sofa. Mirnaa slept on the cushion.
At 1 AM, Vikram came back.
He woke them gently. “Come, sleep in the guest room.”
They moved. Mirnaa fell asleep quickly.
Vikram stared at the ceiling, mind racing.
Next morning, 8 AM.
A Cop jeep arrived outside.
Officers knocked. “Vikram? You need to come with us. We received a complaint from the big-shot patient. Assault case.”
Mirnaa rushed out. “No! He doesn’t even know how to fight. He’s innocent. He was targeted by that man for his wrongdoings we questioned!”
Whatever, you need to come to the security officer station and explain. He rudely said, “Go that way idiots…”
Vikram stepped forward, calm. “I’m equally influential. I run businesses with many outlets.
I too have people who are well known in power play.”
Vikram showed his card.
The cops hesitated, suddenly respectful. “Sir, please come to the station. We’ll sort it.”
Mirnaa and Priya followed in the car.
At the station, the big-shot sat, bruised, angry.
“Someone beat me. It must be him — the husband. They powdered chilli on my eyes and my helpers’ eyes so we didn’t see.
But I’m sure it was him. Who else had the intention than him?”
Vikram said, “You tried molesting my wife and now turning someone else attacking you on me?”
The big-shot sneered. “I molested do you have proof? Did the hospital said so? No proof. You don’t know my power.” He threatened.
The cop gave Vikram's card to big shot.
He laughed at that card, “Just a electronics man. Should I be feared for his 20 outlets and assets? He is nothing before me.”
The cop smirked.
“And don’t leave the first person who attacked me either,” Big shot raged.
The constable said, “Sir, we identified him via CCTV camera. He is also on the way.” But it’s not what the way you think.
The inspector said, “Shut up. Who are you to interfere? Your only job is to pass information. Just stand there idiot.”
Mirnaa realized the monster sorry the savior or helper is arriving as well, she thinks of just telling him a thanks after all ends will work.
Vikram’s hands were cuffed by the security officer.
They said, “You can’t be saved. We’re ready to force all fake charges on you.
You played wrong with power.”
The Thar jeep arrived with screech sound.
The constable said, “The person who beat the man is coming,” knowing something the constable smiled.
The inspector sat on the table like a hero, mocking smile.
He addressed Mirnaa: “Instead of too much trouble you should have listened to the bigshot.”
See your husband and that thug who is coming up now going to face huge backlash...
He and few others laughed.
Vikram controlled himself — he doesn’t want Mirnaa to see his rage and reveal his identity.
The footsteps nears the entrance..
The constable saluted at the entrance.
The inspector looked shocked — who is arriving that the constable is saluting?
Bharath entered the station.
The influential big-shot pointed. “He is the person who beat me first last day.”
The inspector said, “Sir, is it you?” His hand automatically saluted.
Mirnaa looked at him — the monster, bad man, henchman she used to call is being saluted by the inspector.
That was the first time Vikram saw him.
“Bharath…???”
Bharath looked at him. “Vikram???”
Mirnaa was shocked.
You both know each other.
Vikram and Bharath looked at Mirnaa…
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