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She finished the check-up and completed her shift.
By the time Sanjana left the hospital that evening, the sky was dark outside. She walked briskly toward the sleek black SUV waiting in the front of the hospital steps.
Sliding into the car, Sanjana leaned her head against the cool leather seat, staring out at the blur of the passing streets. First the missing binders, now the switched medication.
Her fingers tightened around her handbag as another memory pushed its way to the surface, the elevator incident from couple of months ago.
At the time, she had convinced herself it was an accident due to mechanical failure. But now, doubt filled her mind.
What if theyweren’t just accidents and human errors?
She knew there were some people who wanted her to fail in leading the project for the new pediatric wing. But would they go so far as to risk the patient’s safety?
She inhaled a deep breath, hoping the incidents were just mistakes. Closing her eyes, she pushed away her work-related problems.
But her thoughts immediately drifted to the devastating revelation that still echoed inside her.
The truth about the past. Ram hadn’t betrayed her with another woman.
“Mr. Hari,” she said suddenly, her voice low, directed at the security head seated in the front passenger seat.
“Yes, Your Highness?” he asked, turning slightly.
“Can you… find someone for me? A phone number. Based on a name.”
The man’s brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “Of course. What is the name of the person?”
Sanjana hesitated. “Keya Sharma. She studied at the Devara University with Ram and me.”
The security head gave a small nod. “I’ll have the information readied.”
Sanjana exhaled and turned her gaze back out of the window, her reflection faint in the darkening glass. She didn’t know why, but she felt the need to dig up the past.
She wanted to know who else was behind drugging Ram at the university. She knew Keya couldn’t have acted alone.
CHAPTER 48
Just as the helicopter landed at the Devara Palace, her phone buzzed. She glanced down, expecting a hospital message. Instead, it was from the head of her security detail.
Attached is the information you requested. Keya Sharma. Current phone number and residential address. – Hari, Head of His Highness Devara Security.
Sanjana’s breath caught as she tapped open the attachment. A neatly formatted page opened up containing Keya’s name, a Mumbai address, and an unlisted phone number.
The security head seated next to the helicopter pilot turned towards her, his tone respectful but precise. “If you’d like, I can prepare a detailed file on Keya Sharma’s movements, contacts, and activities from the last eight years. It can be readied and sent to you by tomorrow morning.”
The efficiency of his words chilled her. A file, as if Keya were another suspect to be tracked and catalogued.
Sanjana quickly shook her head, clutching the slip of paper tighter than she meant to. “No. No. That’s not necessary.”
The man inclined his head, neither questioning nor pressing further. “As you wish, Your Highness.”
Soon, she stepped out of the helicopter.
The moment she stepped into the palace, she was greeted by Lalita and Kumari.
“Good evening, Maharani.”
“Would you like dinner served in the dining hall or inside your room, maharani?”
