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and picked up speed. Throughout the day, she avoided the corridor

                intentionally. Although she knew Dushyant would be sleeping, she would
                still have found herself at his bedside.
                   Why? He is just an insolent bastard!

                   To distract herself, she went to check how Pihu’s surgery was going.
                Arman had planned everything to the last detail. He didn’t want to use any

                hospital staff, knowing well that if he were to get caught, it would land the
                others in trouble too. Days before the scheduled surgery, he had complained

                of fungus growing in the ventilation vents of the surgery room. The surgery
                room was closed down for a few days till further notice. Arman was put in

                charge to see it was taken care of, and that it didn’t spread to the other
                rooms. Arman’s boss, the Chief of Operations, was surprised to see Arman
                take the initiative.

                   The room was used that day to operate on Pihu. The surgery was
                supposed to be long and dreary and considering that Zarah had not seen

                Arman since the morning, it seemed like it was. Zarah knew Arman had
                sought external help—some surgeon buddy from his medical school—but

                he didn’t want her to know. The less she knew, the better it was for her.
                   How much worse can the day get? With that in mind, she walked towards

                the surgery room. When she reached there, she found that it was sealed. She
                ran towards the elevators and saw Arman shaking hands with a guy almost
                of the same age. At a distance, she waited for the guy to leave and then

                walked up to Arman to ask how it went.
                   ‘Hi,’ she said.

                   ‘Hi,’ Arman replied.
                   ‘How did it go?’ she asked in hushed tones. There were others in the

                elevator too, some of whom were doctors. Arman kept mum till the time the
                elevator reached the floor of their office.

                   ‘It went well. It was tougher than we initially thought it was. It’s a very,
                very difficult surgery. Thank God I had—’ he stopped.
                   ‘Do you think she will be okay?’ she queried as they walked to his office.

                   ‘I don’t know. I think we did everything right. We need to keep her under
                constant observation to test the progress. We aren’t sure of anything yet.
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