CARDIOLOGIST'S HEART ( Completed)
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Part3
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Anjali was serving tea to everyone. She looked sad. NK gestured for Aman to look at her.
Aman: Cool Anju, Dr. Sneha agreed to come to India. Why worries?
NK: Haan Di... Don't worry. Our Shali will be alright.
Anjali: Yup... (sighed) you guys, all are doctors. What's the use? We are requesting someone to cure Shali.... why didn't you guys want to become a Cardiologist?
Aman: Don't ask me that. On the first day of our Cardio class itself, I decided not to become a Cardiologist.
Anjali: But why?
Aman (shrugging his shoulders): Don't know why I didn't like it. It's always Khushi who taught us Cardio lessons. She wished to become a Cardiologist. Don't know where she is... how she is...
He said looking at Arnav through the corner of his eyes.
Anjali's expression became horrible. She looked at Arnav who was looking down with his tightened jaw. But seems like Aman doesn't care about, what Arnav is going through; which made them surprised because Aman would be so cautious not to talk about Khushi, in front of Arnav. It seems, Aman is intentionally talking about Khushi. But why?
As they expected, Arnav left the place in frustration and went to his room.
NK: What the hell is this Aman? Why did you remember him Khushi?
Aman: So what, if I remember her? Let him remember her again and again.
Anjali (frustrated): What are you up to Aman?
Aman: Tell me one thing. Will he forget her if we stop talking about her?
Anjali was stuck. Aman was right. Arnav won't stop remembering Khushi forever, no matter what.
Aman (dejected): If she is with us, we don't have to bother about Shali.
NK(sadly): Don't know where she is... I can't understand how she can be without Nannav.
Anjali: Chotte is suffering like hell, always thinking about Khushi.
Aman: It's all fate Anju. When she was behind him, he never gave heed to her. Then why the hell he is thinking about her now?
Anjali (sadly): Don't you know him...?
Aman (cutting her): Haan Haan... I know what he is. But, what's the use of thinking about Khushi now? How madly she was in love with him? How innocently she roamed behind him without any ego, leaving everything?
Anjali: But he also equally loves her.
Aman: Ask him to throw his love in the trash. He loves her but won't tell her..... He loves her but he never let her know that... Is that what love is? Go to hell with your Chotte's love.
He left the place saying that. Anjali felt bad. She knew not only Aman but all his friends are so much angry with Arnav in Khushi's matter.
In Arnav's room.
Arnav was leaning on the closed door, closing his eyes, thinking about,
Khushi.......
She was his everything... But she never knew that... Correction... He never let her know that...
Khushi... the girl, who Arnav loved from the bottom of his heart... but never confessed his feelings. Now, he is searching for her for years...
He started to drown in the past which he does often.
Flashback
St. George School, Delhi
It was the first day of the eleventh standard class. The class teacher of the Science Group entered the class. Students wished her. There were only twenty students in the Science group. All the student's eyes were on one girl who was a NEWCOMER to the school.
She looked slim, extraordinarily fair with a bright smile. The teacher looked at her...
Teacher: What's your name?
Girl (standing): Khushi Gupta.
Teacher: Where did you study till the Tenth?
Khushi: I studied at Ooty Boarding School.
Teacher: Are not you belonging to Delhi?
Khushi: I belong to Lucknow, ma'am. My father is an IAS officer. He roams all over India. Sometimes, out of India... So, I stayed in Hostel. Now, he got a transfer to Delhi. He will be here for the next two years. So, I came to Delhi to be with him.
Teacher: What about your mother?
Khushi nodded NO folding her lips. A student called Arnav felt bad for her. Because he also lost his parents.
Teacher: I'm sorry.
Khushi: It's ok Ma'am.
Teacher: What do you want to become?
Khushi: I want to become a Journalist.
Teacher: oh But... To study Journalism, you could have taken an easy group instead of science?
Khushi: Because I like science...
Teacher: That's great... Why did you select Journalism?
Khushi: I want my life to be adventurous ma'am... extremely thrilling... I don't like table jobs.
Teacher: Very good. (looking at the students) Students... accept Khushi as your friend. Ok?
Students: Okkaayyyyy Maaaadaaaammm.
Khushi sat smilingly.
Teacher: What about you guys... what do you want to become?
Boy: I'm Sriram... I want to become a cinema Hero...
Everyone laughed at him...
Boy2: I'm David. I want to become a cinema director, but I never book this idiot in my movie...
He pointed out the previous guy. Students laughed loudly, tapping the desks.
Teacher (smilingly): Then....?
Boy: I'm Arnav... I will become a Doctor.
Boy2: I'm Aman I want to become a Doctor for Arnav.
Teacher: For Arnav?
Aman: Yes ma'am. Not only me... Nand Kishor, Akash, Payal and Lavanya all are going to become Doctors for Arnav.
Teacher: Any reason?
Arnav (smiling): My father wanted me to become a Doctor. And we are friends from Pre-KG. To continue our Friendship, they decided to study Medicine.
Teacher: Are you interested, or you will do that for your father?
Arnav: Undoubtedly, I'm interested... I was injected with the thought since my childhood.
Teacher: What about you guys?
NK (pointing at Arnav): This guy injected the same medicine into us, ma'am.
The teacher laughed at them.
Teacher: Do you have any motive?
Arnav: We want to serve the poor.
Teacher: So the society is going to get free treatment?
Arnav: No ma'am. We will get money from the RICH and provide free treatments to the POOR.
Not only the teacher but also Khushi liked his motto.
Teacher: That's great. So, you are a medical team of our school?
Payal: Exactly ma'am.
Teacher: Good.
This medical team attracted Khushi very much. She saw them together all the time. They fight, they laugh, they smile, they cry.... all together... no matter what. She started admiring them. Especially the one... who is the head of the team... Arnav Singh Raizada...
Flashback continues...
To be continued...
Arnav and Aman were sitting on the cement bench discussing their subject. Aman nagged Arnav. He raised his head towards the girl who was standing in front of him greasily. She was a Math group Samyuktha.
Arnav: What?
Samy: I want to tell you something...aside...
Aman looked at her rolling his eyes. He was supposed to get up, and Arnav circled his shoulders.
Arnav: Tell me.
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