The Oberoi Hospital, an esteemed institution known for its cutting-edge medical care and compassionate staff, was usually a place of healing and hope.

However, on this particular day, a sense of urgency and tension filled the air as the hospital corridors echoed with the desperate pleas of an elderly couple.

The old couple, stood at the reception, their faces etched with worry and fear. Their son, lay on a stretcher, groaning in pain.

They begged the doctor on duty, Dr. Yash, to admit their son immediately, but their requests fell on deaf ears.

Dr. Yash, a stern and callous man, coldly informed the desperate couple that their son could not be admitted until the hospital received payment for his treatment.

The couple, already burdened with anxiety over their son's condition, pleaded with the doctor, their voices trembling with emotion.

As the tension escalated, Dr. Yash's impatience reached a breaking point.

With a forceful shove, he pushed Mr. Patel, causing the elderly man to stagger backward.

Just as Mr. Patel teetered on the brink of falling, two strong arms reached out and steadied him.

The commotion fell to a hush as all eyes turned to the figure who had intervened, Roohi Oberoi, the formidable owner of the hospital.

Her presence commanded respect, and even Dr. Yash, who had been so dismissive moments before, couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at her glare.

"Shift the boy to the ICU immediately and have Dr. Sejal attend to him," Roohi's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

The ward boys sprang into action, swiftly moving the boy to the intensive care unit under Roohi's watchful eyes.

The old couple clasped their hands in gratitude as they followed their son.

Roohi turned her attention to Dr. Yash, her expression a mix of disappointment and anger. She approached him, her steps deliberate and firm.

"Dr yash, I have said this thousand times to everyone in this hospital, that patient's life is more important than money, don't you understand a simple thing, how dare you to do something like this, this is my hospital I'll decide what to do, that uncle aunty was begging you, their son was groaning in pain, as a doctor it's your duty to attend the patient first" her voice was stern, unwavering.

Yash hung his head in shame, muttering a feeble apology, "sorry ma'am...!!"

But Roohi's patience had worn thin.

"Sorry won't suffice this time. Your actions have consequences," her words were final, delivering a verdict that sent a shiver down Yash's spine.

"Please, I beg for another chance," Yash implored, desperation evident in his voice. But Roohi's resolve was unwavering.

"There is no place for insensitivity in this hospital. You're relieved of your duties," her words were as cold as steel.

Yash's world crumbled around him as he realized the gravity of his actions. Roohi's swift and decisive action left no room for negotiation. The once-respected doctor was now faced with the consequences of his callous behavior.

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The Ranawat Group of Companies was a hive of activity, with employees rushing back and forth, their voices blending in a symphony of chatter.

Papers rustled, phones rang incessantly, and the hum of productivity filled the air.

However, as the large wooden door at the entrance swung open, a wave of stillness swept through the room like a shadow casting its heavy cloak over the bustling scene.

Rudraksh Singh Ranawat, the imposing CEO and soon-to-be chairman of the company, strode in with an air of authority that seemed to command the very molecules in the room to halt.

His presence alone was enough to instigate a silence so profound that it seemed to swallow the sound itself.

No one dared to meet his penetrating gaze, for his aura exuded a sense of danger that made even the boldest of souls quiver.

As Rudraksh made his way through the maze of desks and cubicles, the employees stood up in unison, their movements synchronized as they wished him a chorus of good mornings, their voices a harmony of compliance and deference.

His sharp gaze flickered from one person to another as he strode purposefully towards his private elevator, his steps echoing like the ominous drumbeat of an approaching storm.

With a phone pressed to his ear, Rudraksh entered the elevator, and as the doors closed behind him, a collective sigh of relief escaped the breathless employees.

The tension that had gripped the room like a vice seemed to dissipate with his departure, as if his very presence had been a weight pressing down on their chests, crushing their spirits.

In his spacious and opulently furnished cabin on the 40th floor, Rudraksh settled into his leather chair, his sharp features chiseled with determination and focus.

"What's the schedule, Aman?" he inquired, turning his steely gaze towards his loyal PA, who stood at attention by his desk.

"A lunch meeting with the board of directors, followed by a meeting with all department heads to discuss new ideas," Aman replied promptly, his voice steady and unwavering despite the gravity of his boss's presence.

Rudraksh nodded in approval, his mind already racing ahead to the tasks that lay before him. He was a man of few words but immense power, his actions speaking louder than any mere conversation could. With a firm nod, he dismissed Aman, who left the room with the quiet efficiency of a well-trained soldier.

Suddenly his phone rang, it displays, "MOM❤️"

He sighed as he knew why she called, he answered it.

"Yes mom..??"

"Where are you rudra..?"

"In office..!!!"

"Do as much work you want today but tomorrow you'll not go anywhere..!!!"

"I remember mom now let me work please, bye love you..!!!"

He hung up the call and sighed.