The medical facility was white.
Too white.
Like someone had tried to erase blood and couldn't quite get it all out.
Bharat stood at the main entrance. Glass doors. Security checkpoint. Two guards in temple uniforms watching him with the kind of attention that meant they'd been warned.
He walked forward.
Didn't run.
Didn't hesitate.
Just moved like he owned the building.
Because legally, he did.
"Stop."
Guard One.
Hand on his baton.
"This is a private facility. Visitors need authorization."
Bharat pulled out his phone.
Showed the emergency inspection order.
Legal letterhead. Official seals. Rajesh had done good work.
"I'm not a visitor. I'm the Director of Temple Affairs. This is an emergency inspection under Public Health Code Section 47-B. Patient endangerment clause. You have thirty seconds to grant me access or I call the police."
The guard looked at the document.
Looked at his partner.
Looked back at Bharat.
"I need to verify this with—"
"You need to step aside. Now."
Bharat's voice was flat.
Calm.
The kind of calm that meant violence was already decided, just waiting for an excuse.
The guard's hand tightened on his baton.
"Sir, I can't let you—"
Bharat stepped forward.
The guard swung.
The baton came down.
Fast.
Aimed at Bharat's shoulder.
Should've connected.
Should've broken bone.
Didn't.
It STOPPED.
One inch from impact.
Hovering.
Shaking.
Like it had hit an invisible wall.
The guard's eyes went wide. He pulled back, swung again—harder this time. Same result. The baton hit SOMETHING in the air between them and just… stopped. Vibrating. Refusing to go further.
"What the—"
Bharat didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Just stood there watching the man realize what was happening.
"The Protective Power Handle,""Protective authority. Part of my contract as Director. Anyone acting under temple jurisdiction who tries to harm me violates divine law. The contract itself won't let you."
He stepped closer.
The guard stepped back.
"So here's how this works. You can try to stop me and fail. Or you can step aside and keep your job. Your choice."
Long pause.
The guard lowered his baton.
Stepped aside.
Smart man.
Bharat walked through.
Into the lobby.
Sterile.
Empty.
Too quiet for a medical facility.
No nurses.
No patients.
No sounds of medical equipment.
Just silence.
And the smell of disinfectant trying to hide something worse.
His phone buzzed.
Peacock:
"We're in. Service entrance clear. Heading to fourth floor."
Good.
Another message.
Inspector Desai:
"Officers positioned outside. Waiting for your signal."
Better.
Bharat took the elevator.
Fourth floor.
The doors opened.
Hallway.
White walls.
Fluorescent lights.
And at the far end:
Two more guards.
Standing outside Room 47.
Arjun's room.
They saw him.
Straightened.
Hands moving to weapons.
"This floor is restricted,"
"Not to me."
Bharat walked forward.
Steady.
Unhurried.
"I'm here for Arjun Reddy. Patient transfer. Emergency medical intervention."
"We have no record of—"
"You have no AUTHORITY to stop me. Step aside."
"Sir, we have orders—"
"I don't care about your orders. I have legal jurisdiction. You don't. Move."
Guard Two pulled a knife.
"Last warning. Turn around."
Bharat kept walking.
"No."
The guard lunged.
Knife aimed at Bharat's chest.
Fast.
Trained.
Should've killed him.
Didn't.
The blade hit the invisible barrier.
STOPPED.
Centimeters from Bharat's heart.
**The guard's momentum carried him forward—he stumbled, crashed into theProtective Power Handle like hitting a glass wall. The knife SHATTERED. Just broke apart in his hand like it was made of ice.
He fell.
Stared at the broken blade.
At Bharat.
"What ARE you?"
"Tired,""And running out of time. So either you let me through, or I walk through you. Literally."
He stepped forward.
**The Protective Power Handle pushed the guards BACK. Not violently. Just… moved them. Like they were furniture in the way. Slid them aside with invisible force until they hit the walls.
Bharat reached the door.
Opened it.
Inside:
A hospital room.
One bed.
Medical equipment.
IV drips.
And in the bed:
A kid.
Nineteen.
Looked twelve.
Skin pale.
Eyes hollow.
Breathing shallow.
Arjun.
"Who—""—are you?"
"Someone who promised your sister I'd get you out of here."
"Kavita sent you?"
"She made a deal. I'm keeping my end."
Bharat moved to the IV.
Checked the label.
His blood ran cold.
The medication wasn't chemotherapy.
It was POISON.
Slow-acting.
Designed to mimic cancer symptoms while actually CAUSING them.
"They're killing you,"
"I know."
Arjun's voice was calm.
Resigned.
"Known for weeks. But if I try to leave, they threaten Kavita. So I stay. And I die. Slowly."
"Not anymore."
Bharat pulled out the IV.
"Can you walk?"
"Barely."
"That'll have to be enough."
He helped Arjun sit up.
The kid was light.
Too light.
Like he was already halfway gone.
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because I said I would."
"That's it?"
"That's everything."
They moved to the door.
The guards were still on the floor.
Stunned.
Trying to understand what had just happened.
Bharat looked at them.
"Tell your bosses the Director says hello."
Then he walked out.
The elevator.
Down.
Third floor.
Second.
First.
Lobby.
Almost there.
The doors opened.
Ten men.
Waiting.
All armed.
All temple security.
And at the front:
Dr. Vikram Malhotra.
The head of Temple Medical Services.
Fifties.
Expensive suit.
Cold eyes.
"Mr. Shah. I'm afraid I can't let you leave with that patient."
Bharat stepped out of the elevator.
Arjun leaning on him.
Barely conscious.
"You don't have a choice."
"On the contrary. You're trespassing. Kidnapping a patient. I've already called the police."
"Funny. So have I."
Bharat pulled out his phone.
Showed the recording he'd been making since he entered.
Every conversation.
Every threat.
Every moment on video.
"This recording shows your guards assaulting a government official. Attempting murder. And obstructing a legal inspection. That's three felonies. Plus whatever charges come from the POISON you've been giving this kid."
Vikram's face went pale.
"You're bluffing."
"Am I?"
Bharat gestured to the windows.
Outside:
Police cars.
Lights flashing.
Inspector Desai standing at the entrance.
"I told you. I called the police. Real ones. Not your paid friends."
Vikram's jaw tightened.
"You think this changes anything? The temple has lawyers. Judges. Politicians. You're one man with a recording. We'll bury you."
"Maybe. But not today."
Bharat started walking.
Toward the door.
The security team moved to block him.
"Don't,"
One of them reached for his gun.
Bharat stopped.
Looked directly at the man.
"You pull that weapon, you're not just attacking me. You're violating a divine contract. TheProtective Power Handle will kill you. Not me. IT will. The contract itself. And I've seen what that looks like."
He stepped closer.
"Your blood will boil. Your organs will rupture. You'll die screaming. And it'll all be on camera."
The man's hand froze.
Shaking.
"You're lying."
"Try me."
Long pause.
The gun stayed holstered.
Smart.
Bharat walked out.
Through the doors.
Into the night.
Police surrounded them immediately.
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Inspector Desai:
"You got him?"
"I got him. He needs a hospital. A REAL one."
"We'll take him to—"
"No. I have a doctor. Private clinic. Dharavi."
"That's irregular—"
"So is poisoning patients. Trust me."
Desai looked at Arjun.
At the IV marks.
At the kid's hollow eyes.
"Okay. But I'm sending an officer with you."
"Fine."
They loaded Arjun into Peacock's van.
Dr. Chen was waiting at her clinic.
Small.
Hidden.
But clean.
Professional.
She took one look at Arjun and swore.
"What did they DO to him?"
"Poison. Disguised as chemotherapy. Can you help him?"
"Maybe. If you got him out in time. But this is bad. Really bad. He'll need weeks of treatment just to stabilize."
"How long before we know if he'll survive?"
"Forty-eight hours. Maybe less."
Bharat's chest tightened.
