OS: the drip Last part updtd pg 4 - Page 2

Originally posted by: cuteprateeksha

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Originally posted by: Onie...

Wohoo Sagi aunty is back with a bang !!
Also good to have Dr.Pandey back😃...
If you are going to continue it then can you please bring back Mr.Kutty too??
Would love to see him taking care of his jaan..😆

Originally posted by: Maria_TR

Oh Yes yes! Please! I so wanna see him 'kaat daalegi' someone on troubling his Jaan.😆

Originally posted by: ktlovers

The end was so unexpected hahaa
Loved it
Please update soon

Originally posted by: DracoM

wonderful. are you continuing it?

Originally posted by: ShahSAIR

hahahaha hospital scenes..lol..

Specialy chod de sari duniya..

I was waiting for Kutty bt dil ka dr agaya

Originally posted by: Sagi.

Dr Pandey is nephrologist. And Kutty will make an appearance soon. Inshallah!

The nurse turned around and her eyes widened on seeing the senior doctor.

"Sir...Kya karu..Yeh Madam drip nahi lagane deti hain!"

If Ramprasad Pandey paled several shades on hearing the reference to a needle, he hid it well. But he was just not prepared for the next googly that the nurse threw at him.

"Sir, why don't you help me? Main haath pakadti houn, aap drip laga dijiye?"

Ramprasad Pandey broke into cold sweat. He had never envisaged this situation.

Luckily, his mobile beeped at the opportune moment and he grabbed at the proverbial last straw.

"Hello? Yes, this is he...OK, hold him stable with drips and I will be there!" Gathering his wits, he turned to the nurse with a severe expression on his face.

"Oh come on Sister...now I should be teaching you how to put a drip, eh? No wonder healthcare is at such a low level these days! Do it yourself, if need be, take the help of someone else. And still better, get yourself trained again in these routine techniques!"

"Sir, Sorry...I just..." The nurse opened her mouth to say something and then realized that she was speaking in the air. Dr Ramprasad Pandey had walked out of the room.

Luckily, another sister was summoned; the two managed to get a drip fixed and Ananya lapsed into a fitful sleep as antibiotics coursed their way through her veins.

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Dr Ramprasad Pandey walked rapidly round the hospital block till his legs ached. Phew! That was close. He had never expected things to turn this way. All he wanted was a few minutes alone with his girlfriend!

What to do now? A second pass around Ananya's room and a brief peep had reassured him that she was fast asleep with the drip in place. Anita sat next to her, occasionally talking to her softly.

"Beta main teri dushman to nahin houn na. Jo kuch Shreya ne kabir ke bare main bola usse mere paaon tale zameen khisak gayi...kahin aage tumhare saath bhi kuchh aisa na ho. Tum nahi seh paogi, Ananya...nahi seh paogi!"

"Aunty..." It was then that Anita realized that Ronnie was still there in the room, "Kya bataya Shreya ne aapko Kabir Sir ke bare main?"

"Kuchh nahi...yeh sab tum na hi jaano to behtar hain beta!" Anita was back to her formal self. There are somethings best resolved between her and her daughter with the involvement of a third party.

However, she was unaware that Dr Ramprasad Pandey had overheard it all. And was livid with rage.

Shreya! The cunning manipulator!'

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The day dragged on, with Ananya sedated and Anita sitting next to her bed. Ronnie had left for office once things were under control and ensuring that Anita had everything that she would need further.

The clock struck four. Suddenly the corridors came alive with a stream of visitors. Not surprising, since it was the time when people could visit their near and dear ones who were admitted in the hospital. I think I should shut the door before the disturbance wakes Ananya, Anita thought to herself and she was about to shut the door when it opened inwards.

"Ayiyyooo...kya hua meri jaan ko?" Anita was startled at the guttural voice. A dark skinned man, dressed in a traditional tamil veshti and a spotless white full sleeved shirt stood at the door.

"Ji, Aap kaun?"

"Mera naam Kutty, Bhadresh Kutty!" the south Indian accent was quite pronounced as the incumbent wriggled his eyebrows. Not that they were very visible: large gold framed tint glasses hid a large part of his face, including eyebrows. In other words the eyebrows could be seen only during some intonations, this was also marked by a parallel movement of his forehead.

It was then that Anita noticed his forehead. Liberally smeared with ash, a prominent chandan teeka traversed the ash smear, starting from the point where his bushy eyebrows started. His handlebar moustache curved to both sides of the mouth prominently displaying his gender. Not that it was needed anyway.

Who was this man? And what was he doing here?

"Ayooo, lagta hain aap meri jaan ka Amma?" The man tried to genuflect and Anita stepped back in utter bewilderment. Being quite sure that he had missed his actual destination, she tried to reason with him.

"Mujhe lagta hain aap galat room pe aagaye. Yeh Room no 13 hain..."

"Aiyyo nahi ji...No Mistake! Main south India ka itna bada Don. Sare jahan ki police force humse darti...Humko to Tinnu ne bola ki meri Jaan idhar admit hota...Yeh Ananya Kashyap meri Jaan..."

"What? A DON?"

The response was quite automatic. Anita clutched the nearest chair to support herself. A Don from South calling Ananya his jaan! Did Ananya also..? Then what about Kabir?

"Aiyyo Muruga! Lagta hain meri Jaan be aap logon ko mere bare main kuchh nahi bataya! Mera naam Bhadresh Kutty. South India ka sabse bada underworld DON. Wo ek baar meri Jaan ek armas deal pe report karne aaya tha, udhar mere se pehchan hua. Main to poora gaya...apna jaan kitna innocent. Kitna angel...so beautiful..itna ki Innu Yenak Kalyana Avalle! Mera abhitak shaadi nahi hua. Ekdum kunwara. Itna ladki log mere aage peechhe bhagata magar main sirf meri Jaan ke liye!"

"Ek minute..." Anita's head was spinning at a dangerous speed. "Magar Ananya to..."

"Mereko sab maloom. Wo Kabir Sharma haina? Wo KKN wala? Usse pyaar karti na?"

Anita nodded tearfully. She had initially felt disappointed on knowing Kabir's past from Shreya. Not just the fact that he had been married earlier, but the fact that he had not been a faithful husband even then was enough to devastate any mother.

And here...this DON claimed to love her daughter! What sort of a man was he? And did Ananya...?

Bhadresh Kutti read through her thoughts.

"Main Bola na..mereko sab maloom. Meri Jaan ko Kabir pasand hain. No problem. Ekdum MGR and Jayalalitha ke maafik Jodi hain Ji. Aur aapko utna pasand nahi. Theek bola na?"

Anita was taken aback.

"Aapko yeh sab kaise..."

He again read her thoughts.

"Main bola na, mereko sab maloom. Mere sources ne mereko bataya. Yeh Kabir ka first wife hoti, koi Shreya naam se. Dono ek office main kaam karti na... Sare?"

"Haan, magar aapko yeh sab kaise..."

"Main bola na, mereko sab maloom. Mereko poora KKN acche se maloom. Wo inspector Khurana mera purana dost Ji. Aur yeh to meri..."

His monologue was cut short by the nurse, who had come to check on Ananya's drip.

"Yeh drip change karna padega..." Anita nodded her assent and noticed that Mr Bhadresh Kutti had gone quite pale at the sight of the needle.

"Ayiyyo Muruga..itna bada..."

"Kya bada?"

"Wo needle...mera jaan ka komal haath main...Ayiyo Muruga!"

"Magar Ananya to gehri neend so rahi hain. Bhadresh Ji, nurse ko apna kaam karne dijiye. Haan to main yeh poochna chahti thi, aap Shreya ko kaise...?"

"Ayiyyo Muruga...meri jaan ko kitna dard hota!"

"...Jaante hain?"

"Usko lagta ji..." His voice shook with fear. "Ayiyo Devi, haath nahi lagana meri jaan ko. Dont touch! Kitna komal komal haath uska..."

"Bhadresh Ji, mera haath chhodiye! To main kya pooch rahi thi..."

The nurse whirled around, trying to get some sense out of this cacophony.

"Kya don't touch? Wo touch kiye bagair sui kaisa lagana? Humko hamara kaam karne dena!" The nurse was totally exasperated.

"Ayiyyo..wo itna bada Sui...doosra chota sui nahi hain kya? mera jaan ka komal haath main..."

"To drip aise hi lagta!"

"Bhadresh Ji, wo Shreya..."

"Yeh kaisa hospital ji? Jao doosra nurse ko bulao! Best, hamare Palghat side ke nurses ekdum experts. Kya injection dete, kabhi dete, maloom nahi hota. Sare gulf ko export ho jaate!"

"Oye Mister..." The nurse finally gave up on this needle phobic person, "Mereko apna kaam aata. Ok? Abhi aap bahar baithke, Yeh Aunty se baatein karo. Theek? Warna yeh needle aapko..."

The sight of the poker faced nurse brandishing a 3 inch long cannula was enough to unnerve anyone. Bhadresh Kutti was obviously long past the scene.

"Theek. Hum aur yeh Amma bahar baithti. Magar hamara jaan ko zara sa bhi taqleef huya to yaad rakhna. Main tumko nahi chhodegi! Tumhara complaint karegi! Humara bahut contacts..."

"Mr Bhadresh Kutti..." Anita tugged at his sleeve. "Apna paseena ponchh lijiye! Ab Ananya bilkul theek hain!

"Haan Amma Ji..." Bhadresh Kutti wiped his face with the nearest cloth possible. Anita's dupatta.

"To main kya pooch rahi thi, Shreya ke bare main..."

"Haan, main aapko sab batati. Wo Shreya ek number ki harami chokri. Kabir Sir ko bahut sataya. Khud kitna lafda kiya maloom nahi. Count nahi kiya. Kitne boyfriends uske, ek to pakda, uska saara paisa liya, masti kiya, phir chhod diya. Yahan par Kabir sir ka ek chakkar pe itna tamasha kiya. Divorce bhi de diya. Uske baad US main thi itne saal...udhar kitna boyfriends tha uska...koi nahi poochta!"

"Shreya ne bataya Kabir ki ek girlfriend hain Tarini..."

"Ayiyo, ekdum doosra angel. Very beautiful. Kabir ka sirf dost uske aage kuchh nahi. Yeh Shreya ne usko bhi bahut sataya!"

"Aur Shreya ne mujhe..." Anita muttered to herself.

"Wahi to...Ab taali ek haath se to nahi bajata na. Jitna dosh Kabir ka utna ki Shreya ka bhi. Kabir to phir bhi dil ka suchha. Shreya to dil se bhi jhooti!"

There was complete silence for a while, which was broken by the nurse coming out and calling Anita.

"Ananya Ma'm ab theek hain. Thoda hosh aa raha hain, fever bilkul nahi. Aap log chahiye to under aa sakte hain.."

"Thank God!" Bhadresh momentarily forgot his accent, and then looked around in pure panic. But Anita had rushed inside.

"Ma..."

"Ha beta...ab kaisi hain?" Anita tenderly felt her daughter's forehead. Ananya groggily opened her eyes and tried to focus on her mom.

"Ma...wo mere office main...Kabir Sir..."

"Haan, Maine Ronnie ko bola hain, Kabir Sir ko ghar bulane ke liye. Unse thoda baat karni hain!"

"What?" The abrupt change in her mother's stance jerked her up, "tum unse milna chahti ho? Magar kyoun?"

"Wo kya haina...Shreya ne jo mujhe bataya wo uski nazariye se tha. Magar Kabir ka nazariya bhi janana zaroori haina. Taali ek haath se nahi bajti, har sikke ke do pehloo hote hain..."