NOCOPY
Dil aur Dhadkan - PART 1
Dr. Zoya Farooqui , orthopedic
surgeon, aged 25 Yrs.. was on her regular rounds in the hospital and as she
approached the patient who was admitted last week, her heart started racing...She
had never experienced these feelings ever and she failed to understand the
reason...
Zoya's thoughts " Allah miya.. koi itna handsome kaise ho
sakta hain ??"
Zoya : Good Morning Mr. Khan..
Aap ab kaise hain ??
As soon as Zoya approached, he
closed the book which he was working on and smiled at her... A very Good Morning
Dr. Farooqui...
Asad Ahmed Khan was the patient
who had got admitted to City Hospital, Mumbai last week .. He had met with an accident and
had fractured one of his legs...
Asad : Aap mera discharge kab kar
rahi hain ??
Zoya : Kyun ??
Asad smiled at her... : Obviously
mein hamesha yaha rehnewala to hoon nahin !!
Zoya's thoughts " God.. His smile will kill me one day ... "
she was lost in his smile...
Asad : Dr. Farooqui... ??
Zoya : I am sorry.. aap kya bhol
rahein the ??
Asad: Mein yeh pooch raha tha ki
mera discharge kab hain ??
Zoya : Apke gharwale kahan hain
??
Zoya's thoughts : Phele Patha to
lagana hain.. ki inka ab tak nikaah hua
hain ki nahi !!
Asad : Dr. Farooqui ?? phir se
kho gayi.. ??
Zoya: Aap baar baar muje Dr. Farooqui..
Dr. Farooqui kyun bhula rahein hain.. Mera naam Zoya hain.. aap muje Dr. Zoya
bhula saktein hain...aur jab tak apke ghar se koi apko lene athe nahin.. mein
apko yahan se discharge nahin karoongi...That's final... !! and she walked away
without looking back...
A smile spread across Asad's face
looking at the way Zoya had ordered him
and walked out.. He took out his cell phone from his pocket to make a call...
After walking away from Asad's
room, Zoya went back to her resting room
...She wanted to know more about Asad .. as in who he is .. what he is doing etc.. but Asad never gave out any
information to her... and whenever she did try to ask, he would very intelligently change the topic...
His leg had healed quite a bit now and he could have been sent back home to
take rest at home for few more days.. but strangely nobody had come to meet him
during the last one week.. She would find vague reasons to stay back few
more hours in the hospital even after
her shift timings...only to catch glimpse of him before calling it a day...
During the evening rounds in the
hospital on that day, Zoya found a person sitting on Asad's bed and looked like
both of them had shared a joke and they were laughing...
Asad : Dr. Farooqui.. Good
Evening.. Inse miliye.. Yeh hain mera dost... Imran aur mere family ki tarf se ye
represent karega.. Apko jo bholna hain
inse bhol sakti hain !! aur muje yahan se azadi dijiye...
Zoya to Imran... : Hello Imran..
apke dost kuch pagal hain kya ??
Imran : Pura pagal hogaya hain Doctor
!!
Zoya : Dekhiye.. mein inke family
members ke barein mein pooch rahi thi.. taki mein unhe inke medication aur
exercise ke barein me samja sakoon.. I mean inke wife ya ammi...you know...
A smile spread across Asad's
face.. : Yeh sab aap mujse bhi pooch sakti thi... That's ok.. Dr. Farooqui.. dekhiye
wo sab yahan nahin hain ...aur haan mein koi baccha nahin hoon ki aap meri ammi
ya wife ko kahegi.. aap yeh sab Imran ko bata dijiye.. mein waqt pe medicines
le loonga...
Zoya : Ok.. to aap kya kaam
kartein hain.. ??
Asad : Aisa lag raha hain ki mera
discharge papers ready nahin ho raha hai
balki koi interview le raha hain and he
laughed ...but Zoya was having a serious look and so he stopped...Doctor mein ek company mein
office boy ka kaam kartha hoon... mein to sirf 12th standard tak padha
hoon.. aur kuch information chahiye ??
Zoya : To aap itni acchi English
kaise bhol sakte hain ??
Asad : Wahi to doctor... pait ke
keliye kuch na kuch to karna padhtha hain.. Office mein kaam karte karte aur dusron
ko dekhte dekthe kuch seekh gaya hoon...
Zoya : Agar aap office boy hain
to.. aap itne bade hospital ki bill kaise pay kar sakte hain ??
Asad's thoughts : Utni bi buddu
hain nahin jitna meine socha tha... Not bad !!
Asad : Wo jab accident hua.. tab
kisine muje yahan admit kiya hain... Isilye Imran ko bulaya hain.. meri aukad
kahan itna bada bill pay karne keliye ??
Zoya : Aur Imran aap kahan kaam
kartein hain ??
Imran hesitantly looked at Asad...
Asad : Yeh bhi zaroori hain kya
Doctor ??
Zoya : Ji...
Asad : Imran usi companyy mein
Manager hain...
Zoya : Accha.. ?? To ek Manager
aur office boy best friends hain ?? Interesting.. Apka company ka naam kya
haiin ??
Asad : Dilshad Constructions !!
Imran aur mein bachpan ke friends hain.. uske paas paise the.. aur isne padkar
Manager ki job leli.. aur mein pad nahin paya.. isliye office boy bangaya !!
Zoya : Ok.. Mein apka discharge
papers ready karvadeti hoon.. Aap kal subah discharge ho saktein hain !!
As she walked back, she felt
something was fishy and so looked back and found both of them doing a hi-five
and laughing...
Zoya's thoughts : Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan.. muje kyun lagta hain aap yeh sab
jooth bhol rahein hain.. muje buddu banane keliye.. Mein sacchayi patha lagake
rahoongi...Mera naam bhi Zoya Farooqui hai !!
Next Day, Asad's room...
The Nurse walked in and asked him if he was ready since Imran had
finished all the formalities and was waiting for him outside in his car...
Asad : Dr. Farooqui.. nazar nahin
aa rahi hain... ??
Nurse : Wo actually Dr. chutti pe
hain aaj !!
Asad's thoughts : Aaj hi chutti
lena tha kya ?? Pagal ladki !!
Asad managed to smile back :
Thanks !! and he took her help to slowly walk out of the room to join Imran in the car...
Zoya very well knew that Asad was
getting discharged.. and somehow she felt she will not be able to see him walk
out.. So she had called up the hospital and had faked an excuse and taken a day
off...This was against her principles to
lie but for the first time in her life.. she did it.. Staying at home was much
more of a torture to her... It was a huge bungalow.. Her dad Gaffur Farooqui..
owner of Zainab Constructions... was a very successful business man... His Wife
Zainab had passed away when Zoya, their youngest child was born... Zoya was
deprived of motherly love since her birth... She was taken care of by maids at
home.. Her elder brother Farhaan Farooqui, a scientist by profession would
always be in his own world .. He was a divorcee... His Wife Nikhat, had divorced
him within few months of their marriage.. and had left him.. and nobody knew
the reason for their broken marriage... While Zoya's elder sister Zeenat was happily married to Anwar and had settled
abroad ...She hated visiting India.. Gaffur's only weakness was his younger
daughter Zoya.. He was a very shrewd and ruthless man to the outside world but
he was the opposite with his children...
Not knowing what to do, she
switched on her IPad and started googling about Dilshad Constructions... What
she saw in the Company profile, made her to open her eyes widely and read it
again...It was a company started 5 Yrs back by Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan...!!
END of PART 1
Part 2 :https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96508160
PArt 3 :https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96584444
Part 4:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96584522
Part 5:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96672081
Part 6 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96766313
Part 7:https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/96864330
Jhanak
Shiv Shakti
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