Page 11 of Trapped By the Maharaja
Some people tried to intervene.
“You can’t arrest Dr. Shetty!” a senior nurse protested.
“Yes! She did nothing wrong!”
“She saved my son’s life!” the young mother who Sanjana had helped that morning said in shock.
However, the board seemed prepared, as those protesting were swiftly led away by hospital security.
The police led her outside the hospital building. It was raining heavily. Lightning and thunder lit up the sky.
Sanjana’s clothes turned wet, and the cold metal handcuffs dug into her wrists as the police guided her down the steps of the hospital. She could see the police SUV waiting across the steps with its lights flashing on top.
But before they could get to the police SUV, a shiny, black luxury car with tinted windows stopped right at the hospital steps, blocking access. It was followed by two other black SUVs.
The front door of the luxury car opened, and a man in a safari suit rushed towards the back door, holding an umbrella open.
Water from the heavy rain ran over her eyes while she saw the back door opening. A shiny black shoe emerged on the wet ground. Despite the rain, the large shoe gleamed as a man in a dark charcoal business suit stepped out. She couldn’t see the man’s face, but could only make out that he was tall and broad-shouldered. She knew he must be someone important.
She tried to blink away the rainwater from her eyes when she heard the command.
“Release her.”
The man’s deep voice was soft, but it held unmistakable authority.
There was barely a pause when the police officers responded. “Yes, sir.”
Sanjana felt a tug on her hands as the handcuffs were unlocked. Her arms dropped free as the handcuffs were removed.
She rubbed her wrists as blood rushed through. Raising her right hand, she wiped the water from her eyes to see clearly. But what she saw made her completely freeze.
She almost felt her heart stop for a moment in shock before anger rushed in.
“Sanjana,” the man greeted with a cold smile on his darkly handsome face.
???
The rain raged on with thunder and lightning as Sanjana stood in shock and anger.
She stared at the man who stood before her like a demon conjured from her darkest nightmares.
He stood several steps below, but he still seemed impossibly tall. The charcoal suit clung to his tall, broad frame like a second skin, unmarred by even a single drop of rain. Under the umbrella held by his bodyguard, his sharp features with high cheekbones and a strong jawline seemed enhanced. His dark brown eyes were unreadable as he watched her.
Ram Devara.
His presence hit her like a punch.
Before Sanjana could say anything, she felt an angry presence next to her.
“Who ordered her release?” Dr. Rao barked. “She has to be taken into custody! She broke laws—”
He stopped mid-sentence as he finally saw the face of the person who made that order.
Dr. Rao’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. His earlier bluster disappeared.
“Y-Your Highness,” Dr. Rao greeted.
Ram did not respond. His dark eyes, unreadable and cutting, remained locked on Sanjana’s face.
