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Chapter 3
Armaan'sPOV:
I picked myself from the bed, massaging the temples as Icouldn't sleep last night. The whole night, her unknown unsaid words keptechoing in my mind. Why was she effecting me so much, that too when I didn'tknow who was she.
"Who was she? Some people don't have the etiquettes to livein a residential area.", I blabbered in my mind.
"Itni raat gaye koi gaana gata hai. That too in anorphanage.", I said to myself with amazement at her irresponsible behavior.
"Par...Par wo awaaz kaha suni hai maine. Why am I feelingconnection with that voice?", I confusedly asked myself.
"Pata nahi kon thi!Who cares?", I stretched my arms.
"But jo bhi thi. Bahut dard tha us awaaz mein. Aisa, jaisedil toota bhi par usne khudko bhikharne nahin diya.", I speculate the feelingsbehind her pain, which was hiding in her voice.
But my own words made me realize that Daddu was rightyesterday, I was trying to pretend of being moved, but the reality was oppositeto it. I couldn't even able to pretend it; the memories are still around me andeating my soul.
I don't know what, but something forced me to snatch the laptop,lying on the corner table and when I opened my mail account, the sound ofunread message beeped but I figured out who was it.
Shilpa'sPov:
I was brushing my hairs unconsciously, but my heart wasroaming around. Why from few days, I was feeling that one part of mine was nowaround me, somewhere. But I was oblivious with that, Oh my god! I was alreadybroken from inside and this feeling, it was disturbing me more. I threw thehairbrush on the bed and grabbing my bag, I took an exit for the road, just toget busy in something, but not him.
"Where are going?", Masi asked.
"Hospital", I answered back while sitting in the cab.
Masi shrugged her head helplessly; I know she was worriedabout me, as I was her dearest Shona, to whom she raised with love andhappiness. But what an irony, her chummy and childish Shilpa was nowhere.
Armaan's Pov:
I was very much aware with the sender's name of that unreadmessage, Dr. Shashank Gupta which took me 2 week back.
2 weekback
Ishifted my eyes at every corner of Sanjeevani Mumbai, the hospital which wasengulfing the memories of me and my friends, love and broken heart in itswarmth. I was broken into million pieces when Riddhima requested me to leaveMumbai, as her last wish or I should say, order for me. I being crazy for herlove left everything of mine for her, once again.
I wasoutside the Sanjeevani's entry door when a voice took my attention forced toturn me back. I was surprise; no I was shocked when I saw the person, as he wasnone other than Dr. Shashank Gupta, who always disliked me, from day 1.
"Sofinally, leaving?", Dr. Shashank asked.
Ismiled at his question and replied, "Aap to kabse chahte the."
"Hahha.",Shashank laughed and continued, "If you knew then, why didn't you leavebefore?"
"Aapkibeti ne pehle kabhi kaha hi nahi. Kehti to chala jaata.", I retorted back.
"Do youknow what Armaan, you have always proved me wrong. I always used to think, thatyou doesn't have the qualities of being a good doctor, but you proved me wrong.Then I thought that I would never agree to permit my daughter to being yourfiance, you again proved me wrong and now...", Shashank sighed.
Settling his hand on Armaan's shoulder hecontinued himself, "and now when I started believing that Armaan is from those,who never let themselves to break from inside, you again prove me wrong.", andpressed his lips.
"I'mnot broken, Sir", I replied and cleared my each word.
"Yes,but you are leaving that Dr. Armaan Mallik here, to whom I used to know. ArmaanMallik, the Maalik of Sanjeevani.", Shashank replied back with moist eyes but asmile.
"ThatArmaan was mentally ill, after all he used to believe people so easily. Youhave always been right, that Armaan wasn't worthy", I retorted back again andturned to leave finally when a hand came in my direction in order to stop meagain, with an envelope in it.
"Whatis this?", I asked piercing in his eyes.
"Yourresignation letter.", Shashank answered.
Ilaughed and sarcastically taunted, "beti jane ke lie kehti hai aur father rokrahe hai. Wo bhi mujhe"
Shashankinterrupted, "I'm not asking you to not leave. I'm just giving want to give youtransfer letter"
"Idon't want it", I replied rudely.
"Okay.Take it back and mail me, I'm giving you 3 weeks, decide between transferletter and resignation", Shashank humbly said.
"3weeks baad bhi aapko resignation hi milega. It's better to take it now", Iscorned him, being hurt.
Shashankrequested again, "Take it as request. Please, you are a very good doctor,afterall. Plus there are some vacancies also."
Itaunted back again, "Really? I am amazed Dr. Gupta. Well if you have decided towaste your time, what can I do", snatching the letter from his hand I drove offmy bike in the velocity of light.
Present
"Tea", the curt voice took me back into the senses with ajerk.
I smiled when that voice reached my ears and uncovering myblanket I called him from back, "Daddu"
"Ahan Mr. Sharma", he corrected me curtly.
"Oho! Johny Walker bana Alok Nath", I chuckled and pinchingthe earlobe apologized, "Sorry maaf kar do"
He forced himself to not laugh but he couldn't and embracedme while giggling, "Okay just for this cute Ammy, not that Khadoos boss ofmine", which made me laugh too.
Shilpa'sPov:
I entered Sanjeevani Mussoorie, which wasn't a completereplica of Sanjeevani Mumbai but being a hospital it was much identical. Ireached the nurse station and grab the duty file for assigning the duties tothe interns, as a disciplinarian. I was glaring into the file but my mind wassomewhere else, even I don't know where it was. The interns took me back to thereality with a jerk and I assigned them, their respective duties.
I took an exit from the nurse station with my case file, in order to accomplishmy duty for today. My long hairs started blowing with the flow of air whichwere disturbing me, but something stopped me from walking, even I don't knowwhat was it, all should I say an unknown but familiar feeling and presence.
Armaan's Pov:
I decided to accept Dr. Shashank's proposal who informed methat there is a vacancy in Sanjeevani Mussoorie. I immediately visited thehospital to meet the dean, Dr. Arniruddh Sehgal. >>Aniruddh Sehgal
Reaching the nurse station I asked, "Where is Dr. AnirrudhSehgal's cabin?"
"Ah! 2nd floor", the nurse instructed.
"Thank you", I replied with a smile.
I was leaving for Dr. Sehagal's cabin but rooted on thefloor. There was something familiar, but what? Even I don't know. So I decidedto turn but there was nothing. I thought that the atmosphere of the hospitalwas reminding me, Sanjeevani Mumbai. Taking a sigh, I called the elevator.
Shilpa'sPov:
I was far away from the nurse station but still I spun on myheels and checked who was there on the nurse station and I found a girl fillingsome form. I sighed and closing my eyes took the steps in my destination'sdirection.
I was lost in the case file and press the call for theescalator but my heart took me a month back, when the elevator accidentallystopped working and I, being claustrophobic was feeling dizzy but Armaantackled me with care and I found solace in his eyes, as he was assuring me, I amwith you.
I took my hand back immediately when I came to reality gaspingly. I still triedto relax myself, gulping the fresh lump, and choose staircases. I jumped few stepsin haste would be an understatement, being restless and lone tear destined tothe floor.
Armaan's Pov:
The elevator's gate opened I was amazed when I saw that noone was there, I said in my mind with hopelessness, "Log lift call karte kyuhai, if they doesn't want to chose it!"
I was frustrated but still there was some connection whichcannot be named, as it was the battle of feelings. I was even more fretted withthe presence of these feelings, and that for whom?
I left the hospital in haste and frustration.
Shilpa's Pov:
I was in the locker room, caressing my locker no 57, whichwas the same locker no. allotted to Armaan in Sanjeevani Mumbai. I know, it wasa co-incidence, but it was diverting me from my decision of moving on.
I was anxious and at the same time my pager beeped which wasfrom the dean. I cupped my face to grab the strength and left picking my lab-coat.
I knocked the cabin door of the dean who was busy in a file.
"Come in", he allowed and kept the file on the table.
"You called me Sir?", I asked confusingly.
"Yes. Ah! Dr. Shilpa I wanted to inform you that a newsenior doctor is joining us, from tomorrow", he informed me as a professional.
"Okay", I nodded.
"And it is your responsibility to introduce him with the newatmosphere", he ordered me.
"Yes sir", I obeyed.
"Now you may leave", he said with a smile.
I was about to leave when he called, "And Dr. Shilpa being adisciplinarian it's your duty, ke use koi problem na ho."
"Especially from the interns.", he completed himselfemphasizing the word interns.
I nodded affirmatively and left the cabin.
Armaan's Pov:
I left the cottage for a walk in the morning, but stoppednear a basketball court to tie my shoe laces. I sat on the stone lying near thecourt and took a seat. I was tying the laces when something hit my head, whichfrustrated me and forced to turn back and I was stun after inspecting theplayer.
Shilpa'sPov:
In the morning, at the stubbornness of the elder kids of theorphanage I agreed to play basketball after a long time in the nearbybasketball court. I was dripping the basketball constantly when it diverted itsdirection and hit someone's head. My back was facing to him but I figured itout when the boys hooted continuously, "Bullseye!!"
I eyed them to not hoot but they kept hooting and I turned myback to view, who it was and I remained aghast.
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