The doctor sat stiffly in the leather chair, his hands trembling as he wiped the sweat collecting at his forehead. The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the antique clock mounted on the wall, each second stretching unbearably under the weight of unspoken threats. His breath hitched when his gaze flickered to the man seated across from him—Reyansh Rathod. The name alone sent a cold chill down his spine, but it was the suffocating aura of power, of dominance, that truly unsettled him.