Chapter 1- The Calm Before the Storm
Central Intelligence Bureau Office, 9.00 AM
Indian Intelligence Officer Mr K.R Swami stormed inside the office, sweating and running out of breath. He sat on his dusky wooden chair and began shuffling through the telephone directory, as if it was his last day on earth. After dialing a number on his old rusted telephone, he rubbed his forhead. He let the phone ring thrice as per the code and within few minutes disconnected the call by slamming the phone down.
Nervously he stared at the phone waiting for it to ring back, To his relief the phone rang and he hurriedly answered the call and began talking in his rusty panicked tone,
"Hello, Abort Mission October , I repeat Abort Mission october"
He slammed the phone back and stared at his desk.
His mission was almost busted. Another Indian spy failed to succeed. He felt disappointed, angry and worried. Disappointed for his mission, Angry at the enemies of his country and Worried for the agent who had risked his life for this mission.
The silence of the office was piercing his ears. Aged stressed man walked in and out of doors carrying bundles of files that were of no use of Mr Swami. The information that he needed was far and beyond his reach. But he knew he couldn't stop, the mission had to move on. This was a matter of his country; Safety of his people and he needed the information for their sake. More than anything right now he needed people who could do that for him. Someone who was smart yet dumb enough to risk their lives for the nation.
Again he picked up the phone and dialed another number,
"Hello, What happened to the list?..", He waited and listened to the other person and nodded with agreement,
"Do it now, fax it to me with their details, I'll go through it again"
The fax machine buzzed and a paper slowly printed out. Mr Swami gulped and pulled the paper out as he scanned through it, grabbed a pen and circled two names.
Zoya Siddiqui
Aditya Hooda
Taking a few deep breaths, he sat back on his chair. It was time for Plan B and these twos were his only hope.
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9pm Kandybridge Army Hospital, Delhi
"Dr Mark, I strongly believe injecting him with Oilohziprife 3ml and.." Dr Sameer was about to continue when he was interupted again tonight probably for the 10th time by a young lad wearing neatly iron white coat with the name tag Dr Aditya Hooda perfectly pinned near the top pocket,
" What about the decreasing hemoglobin levels because of the side effects of these medication? How can you justify that?" He asked in his sharp confident voice.
Aditya Hooda was an intelligent boy. His 26-year-old genius mind had the ability to solve issues that doctors with years of experience did. Ability to notice minute details,taking abrupt prompt decisions had put him on the top of the list of doctors that would someday make KandyBridge Army hospital proud. Apart from that there was another List that he topped - list of people that Dr Sameer hated the most.
Sitting in between them was Dr Mark Mathews, the CEO of Kandybridge Army hospital who treated Aditya like his own son. He has had these arguments several times over the past 6 months, He was an old man in his 70's who had seen petty doctors fight over treatments, patients and much more. He had also watched his father fight for the country and had pledged at young age to serve the country himself. After working as the senior Surgeon for the Indian Army for over 40 years he was now finally working as the CEO where he thought he would be solving only health issues. But here he was, between two doctors, feeling like a father of two teenagers fighting over a girl.
He glanced back at Sameer who was holding the patients file as if it were his dead parents only belonging left,
"Dr Sameer, what are his Hemoglobin level?" Dr Mark asked calmly.
Before Sameer could even open the file, yet again he was interrupted by Aditya, "9.5 on the test done on 10th of January , 8.9 on 3rd February and 8.1 last week"
Aditya released his breath and looked at Mark who sighed, "Dr Aditya, Is Patient from ward 12 under your supervision or Dr Sameer 's supervision?" He asked.
Aditya blinked a couple of times as he answered, "Patient from ward 12" He paused and continued,
"Mr. Kasthurbai Seth, is under the supervision of Dr Sameer, but, with all due respect I feel that he should be more under my supervision henceforth since he is not getting the treatment that is appropriate and his condition is deteriorating with each passing day cause of the negligence and I..."
Dr Sameer furiously slammed the file on the desk, "How dare you" He looked at Aditya furiously,
" I have been working in this institute for 25 years...25 years" he repeated , "And in my 25 years of experience never have I ever come across someone like you. Young residents like you come to me for guidance and not to question my decisions and actions." He yelled.
"Scoring the highest in your institute doesn't make you a doctor, conducting your solo surgery in the 1st month of your residency doesn't mean you're a fine doctor. You are disrespectful, competitive, nosy and full of yourself Mr Aditya. "
Dr Sameer gulped and continued in a low angry tone, "I have said this before and am repeating this again, you are not fit for this institute and I won't tolerate you near my patient any further.", saying this he picked up the file and stormed out of the office.
Aditya watched him go and turned towards Mark, "Doctor I think the medicines are not working and we need to change it immediately, probably inject him a small dose of Omnopride every two weeks followed by radiotheraphy and .."
Dr Mark patted on Adityas Shoulder, "Dr Aditya Hooda, one of my favorite resident", he gave him a sad smile and continued,
"It is really unfortunate that I have to let a smart chap like you go away, you definitely would have made one fine doctor" he said sadly.
Aditya stood there confused, "Go away? What do you mean?"
Dr Mark smiled as he spoke proudly, "You are annoyingly competitive, spectacularly intelligent, a keen observer, Impressive problem solver and braver than half of the residents here" He took a deep breath in and squeezed his shoulder,
"The Nation needs you my son, the nation desperately needs someone like you"
Aditya stood there furrowing his eyebrows confused as Dr Marks sits him down and shuts the door making sure no one is watching them.
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10 Pm, Lingama theatre, Mumbai
"Oh I look upon you merciful king, I am just a daughter of a poor peasant asking for forgiveness"
Zoya dressed in fluffy heavy gown, pearl necklace and hair tied up in bun, resembling a british housemaind from the 60's walked towards the audience who sat there in silence, taken aback by her performance.
"What Have I done to deserve all the pain, Or rather, what have I not done. I am just the daughter of a poor peasant" her voice cracked along with a few members of the audience.The spotlight followed her as she knelt and wept , then she slowly laid her head on the stage as she spoke with a voice full of pain and agony,
"Just a daughter of my father"
The entire stage and theatre lights dimmed slowly and finally went completely off.
The auditorium was full of silence, until someone began clapping followed by few more and then the entire auditorium flushed with applauds and whistles.
As always, the show was houseful and as always everyone was only talking about the performance of one young woman whom they have seen in previous shows, delivering some really impressive performances.
"Zoya Siddiqui, My beloved artist, You did it again, You stole the show" Walked in the green room the creator, writer and director of the play, proud Mr.Yash Arora, a fine gentleman in his 30's , who apparently also was Zoya's best friend.
"I can't help it" chirpy and happy Zoya said as she sat on the chair infront of the mirror that was surrounded by bulbs that brightened up the place and also made both their skin glow. She placed the pearl necklace inside the costume box as she continued,
"I had a really good mentor to guide me since I began acting on stage, what was his name again?" She smiled as she pretended to think, then snapped her fingers saying,
"Oh yeah, that was you, the one and only Mr Arora"
Yash smiled as he shut the door and sat on the chair next to hers. There was pin drop silence between both of them as Yash smiled uncomfortably at her. Zoya slowly dropped in her earrings in the box,
"What is it Yash, you're scaring me" She smiled and asked.
"You are a phenomenal actress Zoya, so natural, so believable "
Zoya raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Thank you, I will definitely mention your name in my Thank you speech when I get my oscar award." she joked.
Yash held her hand and patted it, "I thought about this a couple of times, Especially after the death of your brother at the.." He stopped and looked at Zoya whose chirpy smile was now replaced by a painful one.
"Border" she completed his sentence, "My brother died as a proud soldier Yash, and you've always said to me that this is something I should proudly tell the world. Without hesitating, without regretting, then why are you hesitating right now?"
She stared at Yash as he shut his eyes and opened it again, taking a deep breath out he continued, " I have been meeting people who came out few months ago looking for you. Your talent has convinced them that you are perfect for the job."
"Some Film director? " Zoya asked innocently," I am not ready for bollywood yet" she playfully smiled again.
Yash gave a soft laugh as he patted her hand again, " Oh innocent Zoya, You are destined for something bigger than bollywood" saying that he pulled out an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to her with pride and nervousness in his eyes.
Her innocent eyes popped out and her face was covered with confusion,
"Central Intelligence Bureau?"
"Yes" He answered as she looked at him astonished, unaware of how her life was about to change.
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