Akansha had been given one simple role: lure Dr. Anil Kulkarni away to the far side of the garage where her car was parked.
Dressed in her favorite red designer one-piece that hugged her figure perfectly, she was confident she could charm any man, and from Rohit's briefing, the doctor would be easy prey.
But the hospital compound was a maze of corridors and wings. In her haste, she forgot which room she was supposed to check. The only clue she had was the doctor's name, so she began asking around.
A ward boy directed her to the first floor, saying he had seen Dr. Anil there fifteen minutes ago. It turned out to be a complete waste of time. Frustration cracked her patience as she hurried back down the stairs.
On the landing, she spotted two medical staff in deep conversation — a senior warden in her mid-forties scolding a young nurse. Akansha interrupted with elegant poise.
