You Are My love (Edited)

Chapter 31

As I had promised to you all my excellent readers, I'll update this story this week.
Here is the update.

Avni

"Pichley ek ghante se tera number try kar rah hu...." Aman came straight to the point, he spoke in a tone seems tensed, far from his cheerful usual mode.

I was in conflict whose number I'll dial first. Around 6pm when I finally got over assisting Dadda with his last OT patient and then freshen up. The first thing I noticed settling back on my desk was my cellph. 26missed calls from Aman, 2 from di and lastly 5 from SwetaMom.Within last three hours this was my call log status.

I decided to call Aman first whereas my mind was for SwetaMom.
I felt a bit uncomfortable, why SweatMom was calling me at this hour. She never calls me in between my patients hour, unless any emergency arrives as such.

"Oh no no...is there anything to worried about Bebe!!! That's why may be they were calling me!!" the thought hit my mind, got me panicked.

I had put my ph on silent mode, left it in my desk drawer before locking it there inside. That I always do before heading off for OT.

"Sab thik haina Aman. Itne saare missed calls kyu?" I warily talked, stood off my seat being restless.

"Kuch bhi thik nahi hai.Is baar tu galat hai" Aman scowled in a single breath, sounded irked.

"Hua kya hai...Bebe...." I couldn't complete, my throat gave up in some unknown trepidation in anticipation something bad might have happened.

"Bebe thik hai. I'm not talking to Dr. Avni" this is the indication Aman gives everytime he calls me more than single ring during the hospital hours. He knows or I get panicked having repeat back to back calls during my work hours, especially from Khannas. Since last year Bebe having some issues with her heart health, she gets into breathing difficulty more often.
I huffed in relief getting back my throat normal, rubbed my palm over my mouth twice.

Took back the seat, leaned to my desk I nonchalantly played with a pen holding it in between my two fingers.

"Maine kya kiya!!!aur main galat....what" I asked this when my mind recollected what he said in his reply few minutes before.

" kyu tuney Momka juhi-bhai wala post like kiya Avni!!" I knew it I would face this. But Aman's call is unexpected for this reason, the thought didn't cross my mind he could be.
Howbeit I was two hundred percent sure Neil wouldn't call me. Not atleast when I'm at work. And he proved me absolutely.

"SwetaMom tagged me there. Did I have any option!!"

Neil

That was her reply , her tone pensive at the same time apprehensive. And I have got liquify.

"Still you shouldn't have" I said. Even my own voice is foreign to me while I was talking to her. I should have bark at her by now, wasn't how any other man supposed to be reacted at my place!

She should have been castigated. That was what I thought I would do, took a long harsh breath before getting into such conversation related to us with her, over the call. It was nothing constrain rather marvelled I became. How easily she can falter, cease my temper.

Face to face tete-a-tete most of the time it preferable having such kind of sitch. So I ignored her calls since I came back to office around 5 in the evening. I just can't sit in my room being irked and get more mad at our situation and on Avni parallelly. After bursting out on my Mom down there, I emerged from the spot away their gazes over me, I locked myself in my room until I had a long shower and changed into another formal outfit.