In a small, modestly furnished bedroom, Namrata lay on her stomach, scrolling through a pirated webnovel site on her phone. She had just finished lunch and wanted nothing more than to unwind with a romantic fantasy story. Applying for part-time jobs had drained her, and this was her cheap escape.
Artwork.
Her phone suddenly rang. The contact flashing on her screen was 'Rohit 😎'.
She answered quickly, her voice bright and cheerful. "Hi…"
But Rohit's tone was serious and urgent — nothing like she expected.
"Hello Namrata. Are you available right now?"
She sat up, her mood shifting instantly. "Yes, I'm at home. Tell me."
"You won't believe where I am," Rohit said. "I'm at 'Baba Saheb Welfare Hospital' — the same place you used to work. I'm here at the request of a close associate, looking into something… and I found something truly shocking."
Namrata's grip tightened on the phone. "What exactly?"
