Chapter 103: chapter 103

Outside of the police station there was a huge roar. The inspector was helpless and leaves his seat. He walks out Upra and the media people was already holding the mic and camera, came running towards him. Media people " sir, are you going to let loose Dr. Amar Mehta". Inspector clears his throat and says am on my way to do my duty juts give way. The Media people give some way for him he walks to his jeep. Some people tow behind him, but other people stand surrounding Upra. Flashbulbs explode every few seconds. Reporters, journalists, and news vans crowd the area. At the center of it all stands Upra, dressed in soft pastels - delicate, subdued, and strategically sorrowful. Her makeup is minimal. Her voice? Shaky, but practiced. Her lawyer stands beside her.Upra clearing her throat, trembling slightly says "I never wanted this to go public". The crowd of reporters lean forward. Upra "Dr. Amar Mehta... was someone I trusted. Not just as a doctor-  but as a man who held my life, my mind, and my body in his hands. And I believe... he crossed a line. She meant it for the people to think for a while that there was an physical assault. Gasps. Murmurs.Reporter 1 "Are you saying there was physical misconduct?". Upra softly says "Not physical... but emotional. He knew I was vulnerable. He exploited that. Used an unapproved drug without full disclosure. My life was not his experiment." She feign crying. Am a medico else I would be kept under darkness. As she speaks she wipes her tears with her duppata. Reporter 2 "But it saved your life. That’s what sources say.". Upra tearfully looks up at him "I didn’t ask to be saved at the cost of losing my dignity". She pauses dramatically. The cameras zoom in on the tears forming in her eyes. Upra "I am not the only one. There may be more. I’m just the first who dared to speak". Her lawyer steps in and starts speaking "We demand an unbiased investigation. No cover-ups. No prestige shields. If Dr. Mehta is innocent, the law will protect him. But if not  we want justice". The lawyer speaks confidently, without any fear for Aditya Tanwar and Ram Mehta. It's all thanks to Upra's lump sum payment. Live feed:-"Upra Tagore, the alleged victim in the Amar Mehta case, makes an emotional appeal to the nation…” Clips replay her speech. Social media hashtags begin to trend:#JusticeForUpra#DoctorOrDevil?#TruthBehindTheWhiteCoatPublic opinion sways. News anchors host heated debates. Comment sections explode.Amar’s image is now a battleground.“The Amar Mehta Scandal: How One of the Country’s Most Celebrated Surgeons Fell from Grace”. The anchor’s voice is cold. A well-researched but tone-biased montage plays on screen- Amar receiving awards, and shaking hands with his colleagues. MNM HOSPITAL CONFERENCE ROOM The room is tense. Dr. Sharan, head of hospital affairs, is red-faced as a junior assistant scrolls through a live comment thread on the hospital’s official page. Assistant " We’ve had 8,000 DMs since the press conference. Half are threats. A quarter are patients canceling appointments. Our donor wing has paused all public-facing programs. Dr. Sharan shouts in fury "We supported Amar’s emergency decisions! That woman is twisting facts!". PR executive who enters the dean room hears him shouts and says "Doesn’t matter, sir. Public perception is everything. Twitter’s trending with:  #BanMNM#BoycottDoctors#AmarMehtaExperimentedOnHer.Immediately Dr. Sharan calls for board members for a solution. But the board members come up with complaints like "They’re calling us a lab of silent abusers. We’ll need a public statement. And possibly- suspend Amar until this dies down". A heavy silence.    SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram Stories with posts saying:“NEVER going to MNM again. What if I’m next?”Twitter threads theorizing a full cover-up, even creating fake chat leaks between Amar and Upra.YouTube videos with dramatic music, recounting “the case” as if it’s a scripted web series.Comment sections flooded with rage:“I used to respect that doctor. Disgusting if true.”“Every doctor should be investigated now.”“Imagine if it was your sister. Your daughter.”Amar’s decades of reputation crumble in hours.MNM HOSPITAL – LOBBY – NIGHTAngry protestors stand outside, waving signs: “WE ARE NOT LAB RATS!”“SILENCE IS GUILT!”“DOWN WITH WHITE COATS!”Inside, young interns cry, frightened. Reception staff are overwhelmed. Patients are panicking about surgeries being postponed. One nurse whispers to another:Nurse " This place feels like a battlefield now…".The walls of hospital, once filled with life and quiet purpose, now seem too still. Sarah, Amar’s assistant, sits in his chair, surrounded by closed files and swirling news updates on her laptop screen. The words on the news ticker read: “DR. AMAR MEHTA UNDER INVESTIGATION – POSSIBLE 10-YEAR SENTENCE IF CONVICTED”Her eyes blur. She shuts the screen abruptly.She dials his number again. The phone rings... and rings… No answer. Her voice cracks slightly as she mutters to herself. Sarah whispers pressing her phone to the ear "Sir… pick up... please. Just once. I need you to know what's happening here...". She leans forward, elbows on the desk, head resting in her palms. A moment of silent grief.A Revenge.....