Morning

Harsheeta

I woke up, I was still in my jeans and short kurti. I looked around. Yes, it's fucking 43 hours and I'm still in my hospital, treating patients.

I got up when Rihan came in, “good morning, mam. Feeling well?”

Irony, how's he asking me, if I'm feeling well or not, when I'm in hospital treating patients without a break.

“yes, better than before, thanks for chai.”

I took the cup from his hand, the cup still hot, the scent and steam of hot chai, feeling my nostrils. “so, Rihan, do I have any surgeries now?”

“Harsheys, come on, take a fucking break. You're here from, like 43 hours i guess. Go home, I'll handle everything.”

Go home, he said, but I didn't wanted to, cause my parents are lately obsessed with me getting married, they think I don't know that they are looking for man for me to get married. Going home, now, not happening.

“ Do you really think, I'll go home? Nah, broo, my parents must be looking someone's profile for me.”

Rihan, sighed, he knows I'm stubborn.

“hershey, please, go home.”

“ Doctor Rihan, I'm your mam, right now, not your friend. So, stop giving me orders and go and check patients.”

“ stubborn asshole” Rihan muttered while leaving, thinking I won't catch it. Sad, I did.

Rihan, was my junior in my college, later he helped me, to built this hospital, it's reputation. We are friends, actually best friends, he knows everything, not really everything, but yeah everything about me.

Come on, harsheeta. You'll have to go home. I got up, took my coat which was hanging on the chair, and went in the hallway, my eyes droppy, my body still heavy, feeling I'd collapse anytime.

I was looking around while going towards my car, when someone crashed my car.

BUMP.

“what the hell??!! Who the hell are you?? This is a fucking hospital not a racing track!!” i shouted on the top of my lungs, but got quite when someone, wearing a black suit, came out, his handsome face, and his green eyes, took my attention, my eyes lowered when i saw, a old lady in his car. She was injured, bleeding, from a scar, which I'm definitely sure, isn't new.

I rushed towards him, gave him a little push, and went inside the car, put my hand under her neck and helped her out. I called a ward boy, helped the lady to lie on stretcher. The ward boy, took the lady inside the hospital.

“hello, Mr. Go inside, and fill the form, the doctors will treat her.”

I don't this person, but it felt like I saw him somewhere, maybe on newspaper or magazines. But who is he exactly?

“Thanks, i know that doctors will treat her.” sarcasm dripping down his tone.