Deepika's PoV

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One of our junior surgeons was a drug addict.

When an unfortunate accident occurred, I hadn't been able to handle the case because I was sitting in my room, trembling and sobbing, wondering why Arun was on the operating table. The case had been transferred to a fellow junior, Dheekshana. The victim of the case had suffered from a car crash, and the golden hour to save her was nearly over. The woman was the wife of our rival hospital's chairman.

She passed away because of the incompetency of Dheekshana, but according to all the records. It was my fault since the documentation claimed that I was the surgeon. My father managed to scrape up some of the hospital's image and rescue it before it fell to bankruptcy. The past year was hectic, we lost half of our staff to the sudden demand for hospitals, thanks to COVID. I thought we were goners, but we managed to make it out thankfully.

But according to my portfolio, and the lies that the chairman fabricated, I was a surgeon who paid her way through medical school. Arun's disappearance caused my only defense to vanish. 

Ha, my life can't get worse, I'd thought when I stepped into the elevator. Then everything went sideways as I locked eyes with Shreyas Iyer. 

When I'd vented out to Arjun, he took one look at me and told me, "You've made it out of worse things, it's just a fake boyfriend. Not that hard, Deeps."

Maybe he was right, but a part of me was done fighting. How much more did I have to face? When could I get my happy ending?

"Hellooo?" Shreyas drawled, and I shook myself out of my daydreams. He stood in front of me, dressing in a crisply ironed white buttoned shirt and a pair of khakhi pants. The name "BCCI" boomed out, the crest seemed to look down on me, saying, "Are you sure you belong here?"

I inhaled and exhaled shakily, and smiled weakly at the good-looking idiot, "Let's go."

Shreyas was surprisingly sharp, I hadn't expected him to offer me a proposal. He needed to feed something to the media to catch the attention of the BCCI and the people of India, and I needed a rebound to help ward off Arun. So he offered me a business deal, fake dating.

Just for a set amount of time, and since we already get along so well, it worked out perfectly. I needed to fix the reputation of our hospital back to the national star one. An International Cricketer Worked out perfectly. Shreyas reentered the board room with a grim smile, "Pack your bags, Pikachu."

"Our little stunt has been approved."

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Goal: 6 comments and 6 votes (Will update the nxt part the moment the goal is met, not if it's 3 AM or smth for me lol)

Now, Deepika will be diving into a whole other world.