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Priya's POV.
The day passed in a blink. Me serving for my patients as a doctor, forgetting my personal problems.
As a doctor, i have to prioritize my patients before me.
We all have something going in our own lives, infact many things going in our lives, but as a doctor, we have to serve to patients because their problems are much larger than ours and they need us, more than we need ourselves.
After that, i drived straight to my home.
I reached and directly went to my room, threw the reports on bed and sat on the corner of bed.
Hugging my knees i started crying, remembering all the times we spent together. (me and my dad).
After a crying session of 20-25 min maa entered my room.
As soon as she saw me crying, she started asking what happened?
"Priya beta, kya hua? Bata na beta! Kya hua hai? Office mein kuch hua? Koi patient ki death ho gyi? Tell me bacha I'm worried." Mumma said.
I glanced at her and took the reports. Showing them to maa i said,
"Aap puch rhe ho kya hua hai? Yeh hua hai! Look at these! Papa needs surgery! Are even understanding? A god damn SURGERY! And you're asking kya hua hai? Maa tell me honestly, papa kab se dawai nhi kha rhe hai? Sach batana aapko meri, meri toh aap log ko padi nhi hai, kanha ji kasam, batao, Kabse papa apni dawai miss kar rhe hai?" i asked her.
"Beta kabhi kabhi tension mein bhul jate hai woh!" ma
"Kabhi kabhi? Kabhi kabhi! Right! Mai hi pagal hu jo socha ki aaplog apna khayal rakh loge agar mai kaam pe dhyaan dungi to. Lekin nhi! Mujhe hi aaplog ki jimmedari nhi sambhali! Sorry ma! I'm at fault!" i said and got up to go to papa's room.
I entered with his reports and he was working on his laptop.
I placed the reports in front of him, he looked at me, and closed his laptop.
"Kya hua bache, tu ro rhi thi? Sab thik hai.?" he asked. I gestured him to read the reports.
He took it and started reading. His expression became serious.
"Papa tell me honestly aap kabse dawai nhi le rhe ho?" i asked calmly.
He remained silent. I shook his shoulder, he looked at me and i maintained my tranquil.
"Sorry." that's all he said.
Sorry? Seriously?
A damn fucking sorry?
After giving me a heart attack, sorry?
After snatching my breath for a moment, sorry?
After i was on the verge of panic attack, sorry?
Aaahhhhh!!!!!
"I'm sorry papa! I'm sorry! Mai aapka dhyaan nhi rakh payi. Mai apni beti hone ka farz nhi nibha payi! Mai aap pe dhyaan nhi de paayi! Mai apni professional ke saath apni personal life handle nhi kar payi. Mai aap log ko time nhi de paayi! I'm sorry!" i said and took a sit beside dad.
Complete silence.
Silence is something i love, but right now, it is holding my breath. Silence for one more minute and i will be found death.
Cause of death: Silence that didn't provide peace.
As the heaviness of unspoken words hung in the air, making the environment uneasy, i decided to break the silence. Not capable of holding the weight of unspoken words for too long.
"Papa, it's fine. Ab mai aap pe dhyaan dungi. Surgery jaldi karwa denge. Aap kal mere saath aayiye. Pre-op test karwane honge." i said and stood to leave.
"Priya" Papa called me.
I hummed, not in the condition of saying something.
"I have a condition for surgery." As soon as these words left papa's mouth i froze at my place.
A different emotion engulfed me. A restlessness, kinda vulnerability, sadness, anger, and what not.
"Papa wjat the heck are you saying." i said on the verge of breaking down.
"I have a condition and as far as i know, bina mere consent ke surgery nhi ho sakti. So i have a condition. If you agree to the condition, I'll happily let my surgery happen." he said.
I, on the verge of breaking down and shout, as anger was engulfing me, decided to maintain my calm.
"Papa koi shart wart nhi hai. No conditions applied. You're coming tomorrow for the pre-op tests. That's it!" i said more like ordered.
"Bina mere consent ke to surgery hogi nhi, aur jab tak tu meri condition nhi maanegi, mai consent form pe sign nhi karunga."
"Boliye. Kya hai aapki, CoNdiTioN." i asked thinking what he can ask for?
Before i can think anything, papa dropped a bomb. Killing me internally, even when i am a Fucking broken emotional mess, I'm still living for my family, but papa don't care.
"I want you to get married." he said.
"Papa! I'm. Not. Getting. Married. That's it. Aapki koi condition nhi mani jayegi." i shouted no more able to hold me calmness.
"Priya don't shout. And I'm not asking. Either you get married or let me die." papa said.
"Papa!" i shouted in an appealing tone.
"I'm not going to change my decision! I have seen a boy. You're getting married to him or i won't sign the consent paper."
I runned to my room, not able to control my tears. Entering, i locked the door. I was well aware of the fact that nidhi is in washroom and she can apper anytime.
I sat on my bed, tears uncontrollably flowing from my eyes. There was something inside me, i can't explain. A pain, anger, agony, dilemma, vulnerability and what not! God! Why my life is so fucking messed up!! Whyyyy?????
Nidhi appeared from washroom.
"Di di? Are you fine? Wh... What happened? Di?" She panicked a little.
"Pills." i said.
Anxiety pills. I take them whenever i get panic attack. Only nidhi knows about it.
She gave me my pills and i lay down on the bed. After 15 min of nidhi trying to calm me down, i dozed off.
Author's POV.
Once Priya gets a panic attack, its hella hard to make her calm.
As priya left Anirudh's room, Anamika argued a little with him and then left.
He locked the gate and called someone.
"Hello! Kaise ho rudra?" Anirudh.
"Mai thik hu. Tu kaisa hai?" Rudra.
"Mai bhi thik hi hu. Bhabhi ji thik hai? Hospital se aa gyi na?" Anirudh.
"Ha ha. Aa gyi. Ab bilkul thik hai. Tu bata call karne ki koi khaas wajah?" Rudra.
"Dekh sidhi baat karunga. Maine Ajay ki picture dekhi, aur jitna tune mujhe uske baare mein bataya hai, mujhe woh apni beti ke liye pasand hai. Maine Priya ki photo bheji thi, tune dekhi?" Anirudh.
"Ha ha dekhi thi. Badi pyaari hai. Priya naam bataya na? Suna suna sa lag rha hai." Rudra.
"Ha woh Priya ko 3 mahine pehele award mila tha businesswoman of the year ka. Shayad wahi suna hoga." Anirudh.
"Ha maybe. Dekh teri beti acchi toh mujhe bhi lagi. Sundar hai, successful hai, padhi likhi hai, aur teri beti hai toh sanskaar bhi hoge hi. Sach kahu toh tu bas humari taraf se rishta pakka samajh. Ajay ussi se Shaadi karega jisse mai kahunga." Rudra.
"Bilkul dil khush karne wali baat ki tune. Meri taraf se bhi rishta pakka samajh. Bas ek baar tum log aa kar mil lo." Anirudh.
"Ha ha. Kyu Nhi? Kab aana hai bata? Waise bhi hum dono ko kitna time ho gya mile hue. Yaad hai college me hum dono saath padhate the toh kitna maja aata tha. Itne din baad milna ho jayega." Rudra.
"Parso mai tujhe time bata dunga. Aur mere ghar aa jana address bhi bhej dunga. Thik hai. Goodnight." Anirudh.
"Goodnight." Rudra.
The call ended, and Priya and Ajay both are unaware of the storm coming in their lives. Which will either tie them in the holy knot of marriage or will separate them.
Let's see what future holds for them.
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