The Binding String

F O R T Y - S I X

"Mihir teri baat hui kya doctor se?" (Mihir have you talked with doctor?) Raman questioned Mihir once they stepped inside elevator.

"Haan Raman....don't worry doctor kuch bees minute mein hume mil sakenge. Maine baat kari thi unki assistant se, I guess unke pas reports bhi aa gayi hai." (Yes i have talked with him. We can meet him in some twenty minutes. And I guess they received the reports as well.) Mihir shared the necessary information with Raman as they reached on the sixth floor. The pediatric floor of Fortis was crowded with the patients and their parents, the cries of the little kids were resonating in the corridor. Ishita tightly hugged Roohi close to her chest feared if the loud wails of little kids may not frighten her. The corridors were badly crowded leaving no space for couple to set their feet. Ishita kept patting Roohi's back looking at Raman who was glued by her side.

"Raman when doctor would see her?" Ishita looked at Raman

"Soon darling. Mihir gaya hai na dekhne." (Soon dear. Mihir went to check him only.) He side hugged his wife and rubbed her shoulder waiting for Mihir to come. Like Ishita even Raman was feeling little restless seeing the seriously ill patients all around. Many of them were crying, few were clung to their mothers and those who didn't get place to sit on benches, settled on her floor. Raman closed his eyes briefly and caressed Roohi's hairs who was half sleepy in her mother arms. I will protect her from every pain. Meri bacchi tak main koi dukh nahi pohochne doonga.

Raman Bhalla, an influential, rich and powerful man was ready to cross any hurdle which may cross his daughter or wife ways.

"Mr. Bhalla, Dr. Ansari would see you now." Dr. Shivani Goyal, an assistant of Dr. Ansari called Raman and he hummed in response. The three finally walked towards the head pediatrician of Fortis Hospital New Delhi, Dr. Rehman Ansari. Raman, Ishita and Mihir entered inside Dr. Rehman Ansari well arranged cabin along their little Roohi. The well equipped cabin was divided into two portions, one portion had a seating arrangement for doctor and visitors and another was an examination room for patients. The blinders were removed from the glass panels making the room bright and sunny. One of four walls was covered with the framed certificates of achievements from medical council of India. There was no wonder that Dr. Ansari is a big name of India and he is a high profile doctor who is going to examine their daughter.

But what made Dr. Archana transfer their merely four years daughter case to high well renowned doctor?

"Mihir, I'm still unable to get why Dr. Archana Shrivastava referred this case to such high profile Doctor?" Raman hushed in Mihir ears making sure it does it audible to his wife. "Does she mean my girl is suffering with a kind of serious problem?"

"Bhai, he is a pediatric and good in his work. Or maybe somwhere she had an idea that a big name like you would prefer consulting there." Mihir shared his prospective, "There is no need to be negative." Raman nodded his head and stayed close to his wife. Raman and Ishita were waiting for doctor when they found Roohi looking at them with droopy eyes. Raman smiled at his little daughter and Raman wasted no time to bear Roohi in his arms. "Hey my princess. Uth gayi aap?" Raman peaked Roohi's forehead as his little girl instantly wounded her arms around his neck.

"Papa.....Mumma kahan hai? Woh mujhe chod ke chali gayi na?" (Where is Mumma? She left me alone haina?)

"Nahi beta." (No dear.) Raman smiled fondly and wiped the fat tears trickling down from his daughter eyes, "Dekho yeh rahi Mumma. Tabse aap Mumma ki godi mein hi toh ho." (See here is your Mumma. You was in your mother arms only dear.) Raman cooed his little daughter and showed her Ishita who was looking at her with heartwarming smile. Ishita moved close where her husband was seated and wiped her daughter eyes softly before kissing both her eyelids.