The billionaire's Salvation

11:00 AM - The Unwelcome Feeling

Virat loved his job. The hospital was his safe space-a place where he saved lives, helped people, and found a sense of purpose beyond his past.

But today... something felt off.

It started small. A lingering stare. A shift in the air. The feeling of being watched.

Virat wasn't new to paranoia. He had spent years teaching himself to ignore it. To breathe. To move forward.

But today, it refused to be ignored.

And then-

"Dr. Kohli."

Virat turned sharply.

Dr. Aryan Mehta. One of the senior consultants in the hospital.

He was... respected. Well-liked. Too normal.

Virat had never spoken to him much, but something about the way the man looked at him unnerved him.

Something about him felt... familiar.

"I heard you handled a critical case last night," Dr. Mehta said, offering a polite smile. "Impressive work."

Virat forced a small nod. "Thank you, sir."

Dr. Mehta tilted his head slightly, eyes scanning Virat in a way that felt too intrusive. "You're quite young for a doctor of your caliber. You must have started early."

Virat's heart skipped a beat.

A simple statement. Innocent. Casual.

But something about the way it was said-

Virat froze.

Memories flickered. Faint. Distant. A voice from a past he had buried so deep he barely remembered it.

His throat felt tight. "I- I should get back to my patients."

Dr. Mehta's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Of course, Dr. Kohli. Don't overwork yourself."

Virat turned and walked away. Fast.

His fingers trembled. His breath was uneven.

He clenched his hands into fists. Calm down. It's nothing. It's nothing.

But for the first time in years, the past felt too close.

12:30 PM - Rahul is Busy

Virat wanted to talk to Rahul. He wanted to sit with him, listen to his nonsense, distract himself.

But Rahul was swamped.

The pediatric ward was flooded with tiny menaces, and Rahul was in the middle of it, wrestling with a group of screaming toddlers.

"Dr. Rahul! He stole my toy!"

"Dr. Rahul! She pushed me!"

"Dr. Rahul! I want ice cream!"

Rahul looked at Virat, dead inside. "Bhaiya. Help."

Virat chuckled. "You're on your own."

Rahul groaned. "Traitor."

For a moment, Virat smiled.

But the unease still sat heavy in his chest.

And this time, he had no one to tell.

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