Arnav’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. The kind of tone that could silence a room and leave no room for argument. It was the voice of a man accustomed to control, now unraveling in real time. Staff members exchanged uneasy glances, no one daring to step in. The tension in the hallway felt like it could burst through the walls.
Arnav’s presence was magnetic and intimidating. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, eyes blazing with a fury born of fear. No one, not even the senior nurse, dared to meet his gaze.
That was, until a female nurse from the examination room gently pushed the door open and stepped out. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t speak loudly. She simply walked toward Arnav, her presence calm like the eye of a storm. Without a word, she reached out and lightly touched his arm,
