Chapter 136: Namrata’s Help
In a small, modestly furnished bedroom, Namrata lay on her stomach, scrolling through a pirated NovelFire site on her phone. She had just finished lunch and wanted nothing more than to unwind with a romantic fantasy story. Applying for part-time jobs had drained her, and this was her cheap escape.
Artwork.
Her phone suddenly rang. The contact flashing on her screen was ’Rohit 😎’.
She answered quickly, her voice bright and cheerful. "Hi..."
But Rohit’s tone was serious and urgent — nothing like she expected.
"Hello Namrata. Are you available right now?"
She sat up, her mood shifting instantly. "Yes, I’m at home. Tell me."
"You won’t believe where I am," Rohit said. "I’m at ’Baba Saheb Welfare Hospital’ — the same place you used to work. I’m here at the request of a close associate, looking into something... and I found something truly shocking."
Namrata’s grip tightened on the phone. "What exactly?"
"You remember the anesthesia expiry scandal? The one where that bloody doctor blamed everything on you?"
Namrata’s heart chilled. How could she forget that black day? She had been new and inexperienced. The doctor had cornered her, using her mistake to pressure her into silence — and worse. If Rohit hadn’t stepped in, she might have ended up as his exclusive plaything. The memory still made her stomach turn.
She steeled herself and replied evenly, "Yes... I remember. What is this about?"
Rohit’s voice carried quiet confidence. "Then you’re in for some good news. I have records showing the shipment was deliberately replaced with old stock. You were never truly guilty."
Namrata stayed silent. A lump formed in her throat as tears threatened to spill. The guilt she had carried for so long suddenly felt lighter.
Rohit continued, "But that’s not why I called. I have suspicious intel that Dr. Anil is involved in human organ trafficking — faking reports, coercing poor patients, even using surgeries on the dead. Unfortunately, I can’t get my hands on solid records yet. Do you recall any such incidents?"
Namrata’s eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself. "I was new at the time... I didn’t witness anything directly. But I did hear rumors... Dr. Anil was heavily criticized by patients’ families for his incompetence in surgery."
Rohit paused. "There’s a patient he’s supposed to operate on in the general ward. My associate came to me about it — it’s his friend. They’re forcing him into a kidney transfer for pocket change."
Namrata’s heart trembled. "Shouldn’t you inform the police? I don’t think I can be of much help... though if needed, I can give my witness statement about the sexual harassment I faced."
There was a brief silence on the line.
"That won’t be necessary," Rohit said. "By the time the police act, the doctor might have already operated. The patient’s life would be ruined. Don’t worry — I’ll figure something out. Thanks for the help."
Namrata felt a familiar conflict rising. She wanted to do more, but fear held her back. Before Rohit could hang up, she spoke again, her voice steadier than she felt.
"Wait... isn’t there anything we can do?"
Rohit hesitated. "For now, I’m thinking of removing the patient from the hospital to buy time and build a stronger case. I might need someone who knows the place. Layout, staff behavior, blind spots — someone who can understand the situation and help on the ground... Do you know any such person? I’m willing to pay."
Namrata thought for a while but couldn’t come up with any safe name.
"Sorry, Rohit... I’m not sure if any insider would be willing. This is very sensitive for their medical license, and I hadn’t been there long enough to build that kind of bond with anyone."
Rohit sighed, his voice sounding visibly disappointed. "What a shame... Alright, thanks again. Sorry for bothering you."
His tone hit her like a thorn. Why is he going so far for people he barely knows? First me... and now this patient.
Namrata thought for a moment, then made her decision. ’No, I must help him or he will land in bigger trouble. He helped me when we barely known each other.’
Before he could hang up, she quickly spoke, "Wait... I think I can volunteer myself."
"What?" Rohit sounded genuinely surprised. "Namrata, look... I know you’re feeling emotional after hearing all this, but this isn’t something you need to involve—
She felt a sting of offense. "Rohit... You helped me when you didn’t have to. I won’t ignore this. And... I could use the extra income as well."
There was a short pause.
"Well, if you say so," Rohit replied. "When can you come?"
Namrata checked the time. "Within thirty minutes. But there are a few things you need to take care of first..."
***
Five minutes later, Rohit ended the call. He was standing in the garage near the ambulance with Robin and Akansha nearby.
Akansha’s jaw was slightly open, her expression a mix of disbelief and irritation.
"How shameless can you be?" she said. "Playing with someone’s emotions just to get what you want."
Rohit ignored her and turned to Robin. "You sure you can handle driving a van?"
Robin nodded. "Yes. But the keys?"
"You won’t need to worry about that," Rohit replied calmly. "Every machine works as long as you know which wires to touch. Just make sure the van’s doors are loosened."
Robin nodded again. "Can be arranged."
Akansha rolled her eyes at the casual van-theft discussion, but Rohit didn’t give her time to comment. He took out Jayesh’s phone and handed it back to her.
"I want you to fix this and return it to Jayesh."
Akansha looked shocked. "Why would I do that?"
"Because it becomes useless if he stops using it," Rohit said evenly. "You can say you need a favor from him. He won’t suspect anything."
Akansha wanted to protest, but after thinking about the potential benefits, she took the phone. "Alright... since I’m not losing anything."
Rohit extended his hand again. "The gun?"
Akansha returned it without a word.
Rohit then told her she could leave and asked Robin to start preparations. As Akansha began to walk away, she stopped and turned back.
"Wait... I think I can be of some more help."
Rohit turned, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Akansha thought for a moment, then gave a small, confident smile.
"Think about it — I’m a woman on your team."
Rohit considered her words, a sly smile slowly forming on his lips.
"Right," he said. "You can be of help."
***
After thirty minutes, Namrata entered the hospital premises wearing her old nurse uniform. Despite having her ID card, she chose to wear a surgical mask for extra caution and headed straight toward the garage area.
Artwork.
There, she found Rohit and another man waiting beside an old ambulance. Rohit introduced him as Robin, the associate he had mentioned. Robin offered a crisp, polite namaste with a small smile.
Namrata gave Robin a quick once-over — tall, handsome, around her age, and clearly attentive to Rohit. She returned a small nod and a thin smile.
Rohit wasted no time. He shared the patient details and outlined the departure plan in a low, urgent voice. Both Namrata and Robin nodded. Their key strategy was to use natural authority mixed with quiet urgency to move things fast.
At the end, Rohit added, "Share your numbers. You might need to coordinate."
Namrata felt a flicker of reluctance giving out her private number, but since Rohit had asked, she eventually complied.
She adjusted her mask one last time and headed toward the main hospital building.
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit garage, Rohit moved with calm efficiency. Robin had already pried off the plastic housing around the steering wheel, exposing the ignition bundle.
Rohit’s fingers worked quickly. He twisted the thick red battery wire with the yellow ignition wire. The dashboard lights flickered to life, and the siren’s standby glow activated. He briefly touched the starter wire to the pair. The engine roared to life with a deep growl.
As soon as it caught, Rohit pulled the starter wire away to avoid grinding. The ambulance settled into a steady idle — ready to go.
Robin watched in quiet amazement. He had never expected something so simple — especially from someone like Rohit, who carried himself with such quiet dignity and wealth.
Rohit straightened up and handed over the wheel. "Now your turn." He passed Robin the clearance papers he had obtained by bribing a local insider. "Drive carefully. We can’t afford any mistakes."
Inside the hospital, Namrata moved with calm confidence through the general ward. Rows of beds lined the hall, crowded with patients and their families during visiting hours. She picked up a nearby stretcher and pushed it toward bed number 13.
The patient lay unconscious, heavily bandaged, with saline dripping into his arm. A nurse was already taking his readings.
Namrata approached with steady authority. "There’s a shortage of paracetamol. Warden Gayatri is looking for you for the audit."
The nurse’s face paled instantly. Warden Gayatri was infamous for her temper and for assigning extra night-shift chores.
"Please take over the readings," the nurse said hurriedly. "I’ll be right back."
Namrata nodded, a small smirk hidden behind her mask. She had prayed the terror of that name would work — and it did.
She quickly began disconnecting the saline and called out to a ward boy passing by, "Hey, you! I need a little help."
The ward boy tried to ignore her at first, but after her insistent calls, he approached, visibly irritated. The moment he saw her in proper nurse attire, he straightened up.
"What is it, Sister? I’m on lunch break."
Namrata slipped into full authority mode. "Help me get this patient ready. We need to discharge him immediately."
The ward boy hesitated, but before he could protest, she added sharply, "Or would you rather handle all the paperwork yourself?"
He stiffened. "Yes, Sister."
Together they transferred the unconscious patient onto the stretcher. Namrata felt a surge of satisfaction as they rolled him out in front of everyone — just another routine discharge, no suspicion raised.
They passed through the corridors, but as they turned the corner toward the exit, she froze.
Warden Gayatri was standing near the stairs, deep in conversation with the same nurse she had sent away.
Namrata quickly signaled the ward boy to change direction, taking a longer route toward the garage.
That decision nearly became her worst nightmare as she collided with Dr. Anil Kulkarni, who was coming out of his clinic.
"Eyes forward, little nurse," Dr. Anil reprimanded sharply as he passed, barely glancing at her.
Namrata froze, heart pounding. She only started moving again once he had walked past.
She hurried her steps, pushing the stretcher faster — but then a firm hand caught her shoulder from behind.
"Wait a minute.."
It was Dr. Anil. He had turned back.
He stepped forward, blocking her path, his voice dripping with suspicion.
"Care to remove your mask?"