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𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼

𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Coming from a middle-class family, she fought through the hurdles and stood up in her legs with a lot of difficulties. Zubab's life had yet didn't settled well. All she plans for is to make her mother's life comfortable.

The hazy ivory-themed cabin seemed not less than any other cabins in the hospital. Her name plate, ‘Dr. Zuban Zaheer’ with her degree position in Bachelor in Medicine and Bachelor in Surgery for D.M. in General science.

The reports of the patient kept in the huge table inside Zubab's cabin as she kept staring at the patient. Her eyes spoke anger at the moment, biting her inner cheeks as she tried to control her anger.

"The sugar reports are worst Mrs. Iman," she stated with her sharp eyes glaring at her. "I told you to eat finger millet's tortilla at night time. Did you skipped that part?"

Mrs. Iman stared down at her hands, scared to lie. The atmosphere of the room screamed heat of anger. She heaved a sigh before speaking, "It's for your health, Mrs. Iman. If your sugar levels does not decrease you will not be able plug out your teeth from your dentist and don't you get tired when it the pain in your arms and legs don't leave you?"

"I will try my best from now."

"Glad you want to now. This enthusiasm should not leave you," she chuckled at her choice of words. After the last appointment ended. She took her bag and retreated out of the cabin. The receptionist who sat opposite to her cabin in the 3rd floor of the building greeted her with respect, she nodded back with a smile; wearing back her mask and removing her doctor's coat.

She pressed the lift button and entered inside, checking the notifications of her phone. Her friends snaps, the unread messages when the lift beeped with a sound, stopping with a thud in the ground floor.

Zuban got out of the lift and walked towards the exit, the hall was empty and their were barely patients sitting in the waiting hall. She huffed looking around, she couldn't believe it was the same hospital which is so crowded and noised in the morning

But before she could get out, she heard the nurse call her, "Doctor, there's an emergency in the ICU. The patient Arya who is scheduled to have a delivery in the morning of C-section in early morning is having his sugar levels fluctuations frequency level increasing . Nothing is working out, Ma'am?"

"Who is her Diabetic doctor assigned?" Zuban asked in a hurry to her. "Dr. Ashima. She left this evening after she was sure that she was fine. She has no duty tonight."

"Where's her file?"

"Here," the nurse Kyra passed his files to her. Zubab patiently examined the papers because she needed to know his accurate details in order to help him heal.

The loud noise of the sirens interuppted the doctor nurse duo discussing about the patient. The male nurse ran out of the hospital and took the patient out of the ambulance. It was an emergency that had just interuppted.

But that was not necessary, the man coming out of the ambulance was what necessary. They pushed the panicking body of the patient in the trolley that was used to carry patients.

Zubab snapped the file towards the nurse and ran towards the new one coming down the sloppy entrance. The patient was not someone unknown, she was the guardian of the owner.

Lily Martinez

"What happened to her?" Zubab asked thrilled at the way her eyes were half closed, her lips dry and felt like hard rock, her hands were turning cool by rushing seconds when Zubab touched her.

"Her sugar levels are down and it's not settling even after doing anything." This time, it was the owner himself.

It was one of their hospitals but this branch was the head of all the hospitals. If a doctor had once had an experience in one of the Shah Hospitals, then it was possible to work anywhere in India because the people would appreciate accepting the new generation.

"Who is her doctor?"

"Dr. Thomas."

Asfandyaar Shah answered. She didn't looked at him but he was examining her visuals immaculately, making sure she was concerned for the patient in front of her.

"Sister, call Dr. Thomas and take her to the VVIP emergency room. Check her vitals stability in the lift," Zubab instructed the nurse called Jyoti as they rushed towards the lift. Everyone entered the lift except Zubab and Kyra. With a confused face, Asfandyaar queried, "Why aren't you coming in?"

"I have an emergency. Dr. Thomas will look after her, sir."

"I do not appreciate it if a stable doctor like you is leaving a patient this way. You need to be assigned with us till Dr. Thomas enters in," Asfand roared. His voice was subtle, clean and perfectly coated with anger.

"Sir, the emergency I have had no doctor available at the moment. Dr. Thomas will be on his way to Ms. Lily. You should not worry-"

"You should not better teach me what to worry and what to not, Dr. Zaheer. You are a doctor, you should know the value of one fluctuating patient who's hands are turning nothing but cold."

"Sir, try to understand. The patient in emergency is a pregnant lady with her labour pain. The doctors are scared because her sugar levels are fluctuating too much."

Kyra's phone rang, the call from the labour department. "It's the same thing here." Asfandyaar justified but there was nothing which was meant to do so.

"I am sorry, sir but you are wasting your time by not going away to the floor from here," she spoke the truth, the deniable truth which hurt Asfandyaar's ego.

Zubab turned on her heels and walked away towards the labour department but before she could go far, she heard him, "If you even kept one foot away from this floor now, I am sure I'll get you unemployed from the Shah Hospitals and the hospitals in entire India."

She closed her eyes in frustration. This is what she hated in rich people, they think their money and ego can do them anything. Kyra's phone rang again and she gazed at Zubab a little nervous at the outcome but she was stubborn. Too much for Asfandyaar to handle. She left the arena though he warned.

That's when he pressed the button and lift closed. His gaze was flaring with anger. He knew he will destroy her career now. He smirked thinking about the helpless face of Dr. Zubab, which he thinks he will make it happen.

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"You are not getting my point, Sir."

Zubab tried; tried her level best to make the environment better, settle it to the peaceful one but no, Asfandyaar had taken an oath to destroy her life.

He played with the pen kept in the table as the CFO of the Shah Hospital of Mumbai City sat accross the table with Asfandyaar opposite to him. Zubab stood a little away from them.

"I do. I do understand your point, Dr. Zubab. I understand that it was an emergency to look after the laboured lady but the patient in front of you should be your top priority."

Zubab looked away, sighing. She was tired of explaining the same thing to them again and again. "Sir, I understand that Ms. Lily Martinez is our VVIP patient but Dr. Thomas was on his way to help her. That lady had no one besides the gynaecologists. They can't do much about sugar levels."

"Dr. Zub-"

Asfandyaar cut the CFO Mr. Dawood off as he began, "What's her monthly salary, Mr. Dawood?"

She could not handle his ego. If it was possible, she would slap him across the face and would stomp out of the office but she knew the consequences of hurting this man's ego is harder than any rock and here she was handling one.

Dawood was a little hesitant to speak because he knew how special Zubab was to this hospital. Many diabetic patients have bettered their health through her medications.

"I asked what's her monthly salary is?"

He inhaled, "1.5 lakhs, sir."

She stood, with her knuckles turned into tight fists growing white as she folded them. It was last night that all this mishap happened and now they were here, discussing about Zubab's monthly earnings.

Asfandyaar stood up, striding slowly towards Zubab. She looked away but not at him. She just couldn't gaze at him.

"Do you know how tiny your monthly salary is to me?" He questioned. "My bank account gets more than tripled of it every few minutes."

She clenched her jaw. Her anger was on peak now. He was poking her respect and getting the best of anger out of her.

"Do you now realise how important it was to stop last night? How does it feels to get your ego slapped that way?"

"If you told me to walk away now, I'll stand here because I don't walk on anyone's orders."

He laughed, like laughed whole heartedly. He loved how she still had the guts to speak to him that way now that she had realised that he can ruin her career in few seconds and could get her doctorate license cancel before sunsets.

"Young lady, do you even realise who you are talking to?"

She smiled, "I am aware of the owners here, Sir. I respect you for being the owner but last night you were just the patient's attendee, nothing more, nothing less. So, I would appreciate if you'll look forward for my concerns."

He smirked, "Your concerns? That's below my foot now. You stepped on your own career."

"Do you think threatening me to destroy my career just because I hurt your ego is justified? You might take control of the Law by your power but you can't take the power of Allah who is looking after us, Mr. Shah."

For the first time she went by his surname instead of calling him, 'sir'. "Don't play the religion card with me, Dr. Zaheer. You don't know what cards I can play with,"

She stood silently after rolling her eyes. She closed her eyes, that felt ardent due to the intense anger filling her up.

"You know what? I am giving the resignation myself. I would not to work on a place where there is no respect for a doctor, for her duties, priorities and top of it for being a woman."

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