Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 89: Findng Threats part-2 (Doctor’s secret backers)

Chapter 89: Findng Threats part-2 (Doctor’s secret backers)

[Sir, suspicious level threat detected. Contact: Anil Kulkarni, doctor. Display detailed file?]

Rohit frowned. He remembered Ragini’s brief conversation with the doctor. But what could that man possibly want when Rohit still held leverage over him?

"Show me."

He crossed his fingers and leaned forward on the desk.

A video appeared on the screen.

Ragini was visible in the frame, answering the doctor’s questions. The phone camera seemed to have been discreetly placed, as if recording her statement without her knowledge. She looked tense.

He fast-forwarded to grasp the context.

The more he watched, the deeper his frown grew.

The doctor wasn’t asking anything particularly unusual, nor was his method of persuasion different from what Rohit had originally instructed. He seemed to be trying to convince Ragini to speed up the treatment process.

But then Rohit noticed something odd.

The way the doctor touched her palm.

It lingered a little too long.

Then there was the tone of his questions—the kind investigators used when they wanted someone to slowly confess something.

His repeated attempts to learn what had happened that tragic night, combined with the secret recording, made the whole situation suspicious.

Why record it unless he intended to use it later?

Rohit’s blood boiled as his intuition screamed that something was wrong. Still, he forced himself to remain calm.

He already had a rough idea where this might be heading, but he asked his AI anyway.

"Lisa, what do you make of it?"

The familiar 90s-style loading dialog box appeared. Moments later the ChatLisa interface opened, highlighting several timestamps that raised concern.

Then her voice spoke.

[Sir, the doctor appears to be phishing for information, likely to use as leverage later. Additionally, there is a message he sent immediately after the recording ended which strongly suggests the target was Ragini.]

"Show me the message," Rohit said, narrowing his eyes.

A screenshot appeared on screen.

[Doctor Anil: Mr. Mike, we got the candidate you’ve been looking for as mentioned in the list—unique attribute of age-delaying trait, right? The candidate is recorded as being in her 40s but appears in her 30s. I’m yet to confirm if she has a biological trait or some temporary period mutation. The problem is, she’s from an influential family, and I might need your support. Care to provide?

Big Client Mike: One week

Doctor Anil: Sure, sir. I will contact you after the week.]

Rohit’s hand trembled as he clenched his fist.

"I want to kill him. I don’t need any more proof. Find me the best possible location to dispose of his body."

[Sir, please wait. You appear to be enraged. It is advised that the host avoid rash decisions when the real culprit has not yet been identified.]

Rohit exhaled sharply. She was right. The main problem was this Mike, not the doctor.

Even if he eliminated the doctor, they would keep coming in waves.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "First, stop using the camera when talking to me. I don’t like being spied on."

[...OK, sir. For now.]

After sighing over her overzealous safety protocols, Rohit asked the next question on his mind. "What do you suggest? How should we handle this situation? Do we have any data on this Mike or anything related?"

[Yes, sir. From the intel gathered, Mike appears to be a middleman working for either a shadow organization or a large medical conglomerate. Transaction details are routed through third-party servers, making it difficult to trace the roots, but the patterns strongly indicate involvement in illegal organ harvesting, medical waste dumping, and smuggling of banned pharmaceuticals. In your case, it’s most likely bone marrow.

For now, it would be better to corner the doctor to the point where he can take no further actions, then force him to reveal their whereabouts. We can wait for Saturday. Use of violence is absolutely prohibited under your current condition.

Apart from that, I can send probing bots to Mike’s number to check his phone. Should I proceed?]

Rohit thought for a moment.

The shadow organisation seems to be too powerful just like the turkish influence. It make sense now, why their handlers were confident.

"No. If they’re that cautious with their transactions, they probably have countermeasures."

At this point he couldn’t rule out the possibility that they were protected under an advanced system similar to the ELOS umbrella model. European connections couldn’t be trusted easily.

"Very well," he said quietly. "We’ll deal with the rat later. But keep me informed if he sends or receives anything new. And find a reliable place to dispose of a body. I’m not taking chances."

[OK, sir.]

Rohit took a deep breath.

Then another thought crossed his mind.

What if he could redirect this bad omen onto someone else’s head?

The candidate’s name hadn’t been reported yet.

Which meant whoever’s name appeared could easily become the sacrifice.

But before that—

"Tell me, Lisa—what is this age-delaying trait? Does this crap actually exist?"

[Yes, sir. As per current findings, many top researchers in this field are actively working on it. Rumors exist that a few tonics circulate in elite circles that slow the aging process, but they are far from perfect.]

Rohit instantly frowned. He had encountered enemies who became super active after injecting similar substances—he himself had used them, like in Shanghai and Nagoya. And the experience was bizzare.

"What about the other things the doctor mentioned?"

[That remains a thesis and is not proven. Biologically, researchers argue that a few rare individuals achieve this trait through strict lifestyle factors, potentially slowing aging by as much as 15 to 20 years.

However, the latest reported cases show only 8–10 years of max delay. A few well-known actors can be taken as examples. Another aspect is mutation in very rare scenarios, but with adverse side effects that are largely unknown.]

Rohit began connecting the dots: the medication... age delaying... Ragini’s youthful looks, her lifestyle, and most importantly, her late-night confession where she admitted to using medication with the side effect of lactation.

The timeline of her accident, about 8 years ago—fit too neatly. Also, the strange oil he using, isnt it from the same doctor who used to visit her by then. But still, it made little sense.

In the end, it was clear to him: he needed to track her movements and keep her always in front of his eyes—at least digitally. Her importance in his life had grown beyond age or beauty.

"Order the best three to four sets of cameras and other tracking devices from overseas. Also recommend some good shops where I can buy them offline. And look for a big briefcase the size of 30x20x12."

Lisa provided a list of options. He chose the most trusted supplier from China as he was used to it—and selected two offline locations: Lajpat Rai Market near Red Fort and Chor Bazaar, the place for shady deals right next to that area.

He checked the time. It was already 10:30. After a quick change into a light shirt and fitted narrow pants, he decided to leave.

As he stepped into the hallway, he was surprised to see Chanu sitting at the dining table, sipping tea quietly while reading the newspaper.

She wore her usual top, shirt, and jeans, with her jacket draped nearby. It was clear she had just arrived and wasn’t planning to go out soon.

But Rohit had other plans.

"Hey, Chanu," he called out loudly.

His sudden voice startled the servants and maids moving around the hall. Even Chanu stood up abruptly.

Rohit walked toward her and suddenly bowed.

"I’m sorry you had to stay in custody for so long because of me," he said sincerely. "I don’t know how best to express myself, but this is what I want to convey from my heart. Thank you so much. And I mean it."

Everyone nearby froze in surprise.

It was unusual to see someone bow like that. Normally people would simply fold their hands in a polite namaste. The gesture felt strangely foreign, yet sincere enough that no one laughed. Instead, a few servants exchanged warm smiles.

Rohit stayed unbothered, half-bent in the bow as if determined to make a spectacle.

Chanu pressed her lips together awkwardly.

"Young master... please. It’s alright."

Rohit straightened up with a dramatic sigh before suddenly stepping forward and wrapping her in a wide hug.

"Huh! I’m so relaxed. Please allow me a hug. I was so worried. Damn, I missed you so much. Do you know that?"

Chanu was speechless.

For a second, she thought to stop him, but the man who had bowed so earnestly seemed genuinely worried. So she let him hug her.

She even noticed the others avoiding eye contact but smiling. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her heart and slowly embraced him back. "It’s alright.. sir. I got no complains."

While Rohit was anything but serious. In his mind there was only satisfaction. Ah, my much-needed stress release... This hot fluffy feeling..wait, 34D... or is it 34E? Shit, I need to get my act together..

Seeing it had been more than five seconds, he released her and teased, "Hope we’re ready to get going. I’m in a hurry."

Chanu felt a little reluctant to make eye contact. "Ah! My tea isn’t done."

Rohit saw a little left in the cup. He quickly sipped it and added, "It’s empty now. Let’s leave." Then he moved ahead.

Chanu was stunned. He just... drank from my cup?

It took her a moment to process. She wasn’t used to this. Her ears turned pink, but she followed him out with a faint smile on her face. Does young master... not mind sharing with me?

Two maids near the staircase gossiped after watching the spectacle.

The maid who had just sent breakfast to Rohit earlier nudged the other maid nearby. "Our Young Master is so warm and kind-hearted. He changed so much after the accident. Earlier he hardly opened up, and now he is so free."

The other maid joined in. "Yes, Ma’am Sahab is lucky to have such a pure-hearted child. It’s hard to say how good he has grown."

"Still, do you think he has a thing for Chanu? They look quite a pair..."

The first maid hushed. "ssshhh! What are you saying? She is just a subordinate. Besides, didn’t you see how he apologized? Don’t spread wrong rumors. You know, today I went to give him breakfa..."

Unbeknownst to them, another person was listening to their gossip and watching the spectacle.

She wore a bathrobe, her hair damp, and her phone’s touchscreen was about to crack from the way she clenched her fist. It was none other than Arya Singhania.