As a result, a strange yet logical conclusion emerged: someone had secretly extracted biological material from Raghav and used it on the nurses without their consent. A double crime—against the women… and against the patient.
Mumbai General Hospital was known for its professional standards and calm atmosphere, but over the past few months a disturbing rumor had spread through the hospital: four night-shift nurses had become pregnant within just weeks of one another. The coincidence was deeply unsettling—especially because all of them worked in the same ward, the long-term care unit, where Raghav Mehta had been lying in a coma for more than three years after a road accident.
The ward supervisor, Dr. Arjun Sen, was an extremely disciplined and rational man. At first, he dismissed the pregnancies as mere coincidence. But when a fifth nurse, Priya Sharma, told him in a trembling voice that she too was pregnant, something inside him cracked. All of the women were young, responsible, and not in any stable relationship. Most disturbingly, each of them reported that their symptoms began shortly after they were assigned to Raghav’s room.
Arjun searched for medical explanations. He reviewed histories, protocols, and possible hormonal or medication-related causes. Nothing abnormal surfaced. No nurse was sharing medication, none were undergoing hormonal treatment, and there were no errors in handling biological materials. Everything appeared normal… except that the situation itself defied logic.
One night, sitting in his office, Arjun reviewed the reports again and again. He noticed a terrifying pattern: all the pregnancies were linked to shifts when he was not present—usually between 2:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m., the quietest hours in the ward.
Driven by a mix of professional duty and deep unease, he took a step he would never have taken under normal circumstances: he quietly installed a hidden camera in Raghav’s room. He told no one and sought no permission. He simply needed to know what was happening at night.
Two nights later, while reviewing the footage, he saw hours of complete stillness… until 3:17 a.m., when something moved. Arjun leaned closer to the screen, his heart pounding.
The door slowly opened. It was neither a nurse nor a doctor. A tall man stood there, dressed in ordinary clothes, a hood pulled over his head. He carried a bag and wore surgical gloves.
The man approached Raghav’s bed, checked the infusion, then moved to the medical storage cabinet where samples were kept. With remarkable skill, he filled several tubes and syringes, like someone with professional medical training.
Then he did something that sent a chill down Arjun’s spine: he quietly placed the prepared injections onto the tray meant for the night shift.
At that moment, Arjun picked up the phone with trembling hands.
“Police… please come immediately!”
When the police arrived at Mumbai General Hospital, an eerie silence fell over the place, as if even the air was holding its breath. Arjun handed the footage to Inspector Virendra Rathi, a serious, sharp-eyed officer. After reviewing it, the inspector concluded this was no ordinary mistake—it was a deliberate, systematic act of manipulation.
During initial questioning, the pregnant nurses appeared confused and emotionally shaken. None remembered being assaulted or noticing signs of intoxication. What connected them were only their shifts and a shared feeling that something “strange” had happened in the ward over the past weeks: brief dizziness, drowsiness, moments of confusion—symptoms they had attributed to exhaustion.
Police laboratories analyzed the injections and infusions recovered from the cabinet. The results were shocking: they contained reproductive hormones and a mild sedative capable of causing light numbness and dizziness without complete loss of consciousness. But the most crucial question remained—how had the nurses become pregnant?
The answer came the next day. A forensic technician reported that the injections contained male biological material, handled in a way only a trained professional could manage. Genetic testing made it clear: it all came from a single donor.
When Inspector Rathi told Arjun the results, his blood ran cold.
“One donor? Who?”
“We’ll know after cross-checking the data,” Rathi replied.
When the data was matched, a name emerged that stunned everyone: Raghav Mehta—the very patient who lay in a coma. His DNA matched the material exactly. Yet it seemed impossible. Raghav had been unconscious for years, incapable of any interaction or activity.
The next step was identifying the man seen in the footage. Based on his movements, gait, and the way he handled medical materials, several staff members recognized him as Ravindra More, a former nurse who had been suspended a year earlier after internal complaints of inappropriate behavior toward women. The allegations had never been fully proven, but he was known for his obsessive interest in certain colleagues.
Police tracked him down—but Ravindra had vanished. In his apartment they found medical documents, online purchase receipts for anesthetics, and a notebook filled with notes on pregnancy and reproduction. It was clear he had been planning this for months. Most disturbing of all were photographs of the five nurses taken inside the hospital, along with old newspaper clippings about Raghav’s accident.
As the investigation deepened, Arjun was consumed by guilt. He had overseen the care of a man who had no voice and no defense, while someone else used his body as a tool for crime. The nurses—Priya among them—were shattered. Some reconsidered continuing their pregnancies; others broke down in tears, grappling with betrayal, fear, and the loss of control over their own lives.
Three days later, a hospital security guard alerted police: he had seen a man resembling Ravindra wandering near the parking area. When officers arrived, they found a white van. Inside were empty cold-storage boxes, gloves, sedatives, and a calendar marked with names and dates of new nurses.
Inspector Rathi realized Ravindra intended to continue his plan. Security across the hospital was tightened; all entrances, stairwells, and basements were searched. The priority was to catch him before anyone else was harmed.
Meanwhile, Arjun reviewed Raghav’s medical history again, trying to understand the connection between the two men. What he found was chilling: Ravindra and Raghav had been schoolmates. An old HR mental-health note in Ravindra’s file stated that, as a teenager, he had shown obsessive attachment to people he considered “exceptional” or “admirable.”
Records showed Raghav had been athletic and popular, while Ravindra was isolated and introverted. It suggested Raghav had not been chosen at random—this was driven by a twisted mix of obsession, envy, admiration, and a desire for control.
Around midnight, an officer patrolling the long-term care ward heard noises from the supply room. The door was half open. Inside, Ravindra was once again preparing to carry out his crime.
When the officer tried to stop him, Ravindra fled toward the emergency stairwell. An alert went out across the hospital. He was finally cornered near the machinery room. Shaking, he muttered incoherently:
“I just… wanted to leave something good in the world… something of mine… something of his…”
He was arrested without injury.
During interrogation, Ravindra confessed that he had been extracting samples from Raghav for months and using them on the nurses. He justified his actions through delusions, believing he was “preserving the legacy of a perfect man” while also fulfilling his own obsessions.
The justice system acted swiftly. Ravindra was charged with multiple serious crimes: reproductive assault, manipulation of biological material, violation of consent, and endangering health. He was convicted and sentenced to a long prison term.
The nurses received psychological and legal support. Their pregnancies were closely monitored by specialists, ensuring the safety of both the women and the children. Some chose to continue their pregnancies; others opted for available medical choices. No one was left alone.
Raghav’s family was informed. He remained in a coma but was transferred to a more secure facility, and all hospital protocols were reviewed.
Arjun, forever changed by the experience, implemented strict reforms: tighter access control, increased night-shift surveillance, and stronger rules for handling biological materials. His sense of guilt never fully disappeared, but his determination ensured such a tragedy would never happen again.
This story was remembered in Mumbai for years. There were no supernatural forces, no unknown powers—only the dark potential of human obsession and the willingness to cross moral boundaries. And alongside it, a story of courage: of those who chose to move forward, even through immense pain.