Anatomy of Love (Complete)

Prologue

The nightclub is full with people dancing to music by a DJ. The dance floor is lit up with different coloured lights. The lounge areas at the sides are dimly lit where groups of men and women rest, drink and gossip. A few young couples, lock their lips or whisper sweet notes. The bar at one end has expert bartenders who showcase their talents of preparing cocktails to the amazed young audiences.

A group of two pairs of young couples walk towards an empty lounge sofa. There's a man sitting with a glass and an expensive bottle of whiskey. He is around 30 years and incredibly handsome. He wears a black t-shirt that hugs tightly over his well toned body and highlights his bulging biceps. His long legs are stretched out as he leans on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.

One of the guys from the group asks,
"Excuse me, bro! Hello! Bro? Excuse me!"
He keeps calling him but gets no response. Frustrated, another guy walks up to him and is about to shake him up when he is caught by his wrist.
The man opens his eyes, releases the guy's wrist and says,
"What? Why are you disturbing me?"
"Is this couch taken?"
"Yes. It is. Can't you see his 6 feet guy sitting here?"
"No, we know that. Actually we found you sitting alone. The girls are tired so if we could sit here with you."
"F*** off!"
"Mister, tameez se baat karo."

"Tu Mera baap hai jo main tere se tameez se baat karun. Teri bandi tired hai, toh ghar chod ke aa. Why do you need to keep them here? It's way past your curfew time. Go home kids."
"That's none of your business."
"Exactly! Then this couch is mine, you might be tired or sick, it's none of my business. So with immense tameez, f*** off."
The four leave uttering curses and the man pours himself another drink.
"F**** man! Need to drink again. Itni achi chadhi ti, sab utar gayi."

The music stops and the manager makes an announcement asking for help.

The man sitting on the couch calls a waiter who is rushing to the back and asks,
"What happened? Why has the music stopped? Kya bhonk raha ta tera manager?"
"A guy needs medical help."

"F*** man! Not tonight!"
He, irritated after hearing it, stands up.
"Kidhar?"
The waiter stares at him, not replying to his question.
"Oye, tere ko medical help chahiye ka? Nahi na toh le ke chal. Idiot!"
The waiter nods his head and moves towards the back of the club and the man follows him. A guy sits on the floor, holding his neck, choking on something.
"Move away! Clear the area now!"
The man declares and pushes them all away from the guy. He lifts him up, goes to his back and circles his arms around his abdomen. Making a fist he pulls inward and upward on the abdomen in quick thrusts. He continues the Heimlich maneuver but the guy falls unconscious. He makes him lie down on the floor again. He kneels in front of him and checks his pulse on his neck.

"Called the ambulance. It's coming."
The manager says.
The man says, "He is having difficulty breathing. He won't live till then.. Hmm.. quick.. okay. Get me a knife, an alcohol bottle, whisky or something and.. a straw or ball pen.. fast."
The waiter immediately gets them. He dismantles the ballpoint pen and pours alcohol on the knife and on the hollow tube of the pen. He touches his neck and right below Adam's apples he makes a tiny cut. There's a sigh in the crowd behind. Ignoring them, he inserts the tube in the hole and administers two breaths in it. The guy's chest starts to move normally. He stays there checking his pulse till the ambulance arrives and the victim is carried off to the hospital.

The group standing behind claps their hands.
Irritated, the man says in a loud voice, "Stop it. This was not a movie shoot, a person was going to die here. Next time stop playing games with food."
He turns to leave but stops. He turns back and says,
"And statutory warning, never try this at home, school, office or anywhere you are. Not that I care but you won't like spending life in jail for the murder. Right?"

"Then how come you are not in jail?"
A young guy asks, laughing with his friend.
He turns and putting his hand on his shoulder he answers,
"Because I didn't kill anyone. C'mon how can you be such an idiot? Well you look like one though.."
"Hain toh kya guarantee hum mar dalenge?"
"Did you drag your ass everyday to the hospital for 5 years to learn the art? Or did you spend another 3 years trying to be an expert in the business? Or did you spend another 3 years to be the best? No right? That's why I can take the guarantee and you don't."
He walks away muttering, "Sab uttar gai, phir se peeni padegi."
The guy asks, "Who is he?"
The manager says, "Doctor hai. Top surgeon, Rishabh Khurana."

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This is the sneak peak on the first medical story I am attempting to write. I have no knowledge of this field, I rely on Google baba. So I apologise in advance for any mistakes for the technical part.
This will be Rishab Khushi story. I hope you shower similar love to it as you have before.
Let me know how was the update. Do Vote for the chapter.

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