ArHi FF: Kya pata kahaan hum Chale(Part 25last 112 - Page 11

Part 6

"Heeey! Someone's is in early!" said a tired Armaan to khushi. He had just completed a 48 hours duty in the ICU, which meant 48 hours without sleep.

"Yea, I thought of bringing breakfast for one hard working doctor," beamed Khushi placing the tiffin on the bench Armaan was slumped on.

"Let's go to the cafeteria, others are also over there and your tiffin looks big enough to be carrying food for at least 5 people, haan?" Armaan got up tiredly.

"hmm it will do, I guess," said Khushi rising up and following Armaan.

Three equally tired souls were sitting in the cafeteria, Armaan held her by her elbow and took her to their table, "hey guys, meet Khushi, our new receptionist!" he announced at the table.

"Namsate," Khushi smiled at them placing her tiffin on the table, at which one of the girls raised her eyebrows in astonishment, while the eyes of other two lit up.

"and Khushi meet Anjali, our model turned doctor, Atul, he should have been an environmentalist but fate made him a doctor, and this is Dr. Ridhimma, a mother Teresa in the making" Armaan introduced everyone in great detail. "and now guys meet Mr. Tiffin who is waiting to be attacked."

They all had breakfast in an amicable environment and all of them got to know Khushi a bit better and Khushi laughed out loud after a very long time and Armaan had a lot to do in it.

Arnav came down the stairs to a table whose occupants just stared at him. "What?" he asked irritably. "Chotay you have shaved!" said Anjali Di in an incredulous tone, then she abruptly stood up, "Have you found her? Haan Chotay? Tell me quick!" she gushed excitedly. "No," he replied curtly, "but I may have a lead to where she might be, for now at least I know she is out there somewhere and safe, hopefully!" saying this he turned around and walked away without a morsel of breakfast. He had received another email half an hour ago saying that she had made some friends now. He had thanked someone up there for not leaving her alone. He had had a continuous war inside him, one part firm on believing all the emails, the other part questioning his sanity on even relying on anonymous emails. This was all he had to hang on to and he didn't want to let go of it for if he did, he was back to the same nothingness.

"Hmmm so who is it, Anji or Ridhimma?" asked Khushi with a twinkle in her eye. Both of them were leaning on the reception desk with their elbows resting on it and they were leisurely watching people coming and going.

"What do you mean?" Armaan tried to act nonchalant, "Ms Khushi, I am a responsible doctor, here to do work and not flirt. So many lives depend on a Doctor that they can't afford the luxury of flirting, we are always on duty…… it's Ridhimma" he ended with one of his very elaborate sighs.

"What? I thought you would go for Anji, she seems your type." Exclaimed Khushi

"Type!" Armaan's over the top acting was full on, "No bhai I have no type, Riddhima is my type now, infact she is the only one that fits the description of my type," he finished seriously.

"Awww so sweet, does she know?" she asked, "What? She doesn't," she asked surprised when he shook his head in negative, "you dodo! Why not?"

"I don't know, and that's why I need your help, my good for nothing friend!" he pulled her pony affectionately.

"Dr. Armaan and Ms Khushi, shouldn't you be doing your respective duties?" came the cold voice of Dr. Sukirti, freezing the blood in their veins and dismissing their meeting.

"Aman what's your progress? Have you found anything?" Arnav asked impatiently.

"No, no sir this email is on none of the social networking sites, I checked some of the less used ones too but to no avail!" came Aman's detailed reply.

"dammit! Can't we trace the emails, like we trace calls" asked Arnav thinking once again like his own self, sleep had done him good.

"umm yes it can be done, but it's mostly done by people with special access, you know as in intelligence." Aman offered the explanation.

"Hmmm that means I will have to pull some strings, I know some people…" Arnav started to walk towards his office. Being one of the top business men meant you knew people with connections, people of influence not that Arnav was one of those who connected for their own devious ways but it was something he couldn't avoid.

"Your file Armaan, take it and hurry up before Dr Sukirti catches us again!" Khushi urged Armaan to leave the reception area.

"Chillax! I still have 5 minutes, I wanted to talk to you about my dilemma named Riddhima!" he sulked.

"What's the dilemma in it?..." she was cut short by Armaan's cell phone ringing.

"yes dad?" Armaan said very unceremoniously, curtly, "I have told you already I will do as you said, you don't need to keep reminding me!" he paused to listen, "Dad I am not….." he couldn't complete as the line went dead.

"You shouldn't have been talking like that to your Dad!" she corrected him.

"stop it khushi! You don't know anything so don't say a word" he said with a finality in his tone and a very hard expression on his face. And after a very long time she was reminded of someone else, someone who spoke the same way, with same fiery look in his eyes and the same steel in his tone.