Priyanka Ved Part 1 The hospital smelled like sterile cotton and silent prayers. Meera sat on the cold plastic chair, her hands tightly clasped, knuckles pale. Her brother Aarav’s breathing was the only rhythm keeping her grounded. Machines beeped steadily beside him, like they were mocking her helplessness. “Miss Meera Singh?” A voice snapped her back. She looked up to see a middle-aged man in a tailored black suit—sleek, expensive, and utterly out of place in the dull corridor of the government hospital. “Yes?” she asked, standing up, instinctively wary. “I’m Mr. Pradhan. I work for Mr. Veer Khanna.” His…