Vodka on the rocks

Part - 4

Continuation from Episode No. 147 where Pallavi agrees to leave with Vijay to Deshmukh House and Dr. Ramya is called and she berates her and asks her to take care of Mandar. I really hated what they did with this track, so I am gonna twist this to my benefit. 

"Pallavi how many times have I told you to stay close to Mandar? It is very important for you to stay near to him."

Dr. Ramya told a stunned Pallavi reproachfully. Pallavi looked expectedly miffed at her rudeness and the impracticality of her demands. 

"I have left my husband, my household, my home all, only to come to Mandar's aid. What more do you want from me?"

She countered angrily to which Dr. Ramya responded swiftly. 

"Yes, but if your so called aid would have shown some effect then Mandar would not have been in this condition. He had suffered a seizure. Do you know how dangerous that is for him in this amnesic condition? Only you can help him recover his memories. And his seizures are increasing by the day. If this is situation continues than he will go into a coma."

Evidently that was enough to shock the Deshmukhs and make Pallavi feel immensely guilty and suitably frightened. But what none of them factored in was another sharp voice cutting through the abrupt silence. 

"Oh really... what was your name again.. hah.. Dr. Ramya?"

They all looked startled at the woman who entered the courtyard of the Deshmukh Nivas, her six inch heels clacking confidently on the cemented ground. Clad in a three piece beige coloured skirt suit which matched her heels which had red undersoles, her raven hair tied in a stylish bun at the nape which allowed a few curls to kiss her shapely cheeks, she cut a powerful figure.

"Who are you? And how dare you trespass in my house!"

An enraged Vijay Deshmukh thundered while the rest looked confused while the quite striking woman gave the former an almost bored look. 

"I am Dr. Rohini Rastogi Sippy. I am a neurosurgeon and have a phd in neuropsychiatry. I own the chain of Sippy multinational hospitals and have had the experience of seeing almost more than five hundred patients by now. And let me make you aware that the media calls me Doctor Hundred Percent. I hope I don't have to elaborate why."

Her voice rang strongly and anyone with two brain cells would understand that this woman was used to talking business. With people way above their league. Pallavi noticed an interesting detail. Dr. Ramya had begun sweating profusely. 

"What the hell are you even doing here? We didn't call you!"

Vijay spat still furious while Sharda caught her irate husband's arm tightly shaking her head to shut him up. Dr. Sippy just gave a smile which resembled a hungry shark. She was looking straight at Dr. Ramya who was now visibly shaking. 

"No you didn't Mr. Deshmukh. But I was under the impression that you needed a brain specialist for your son? Isn't he suffering under retrograde amnesia? I mean, that's what Mr. Rao told me as per his claims of not remembering anything except Pallavi's name?"

"Raghav Rao! I knew it! Only he can be behind this! See Pallavi, your so called husband couldn't even deign it within himself to let you go for a moment. He send his lackey instead."

"Hold your tongue Mr. Vijay Deshmukh! I haven't come here to tolerate your bullshit. I am no one's lackey. Raghav is my friend and I am doing him a favour. Or else my time is very very expensive. People pay a lot for one visit and only for consultation and I have achieved all of this based on my years of toiling hard work and merit. I have international patients who spent a lot of their valuable time and earnings only to get their loved ones treated by me. I do not need to blow my horn because I hardly need credibility from the likes of you. But I it is my duty as a friend to help your son and a medial practitioner to expose this fraud of a doctor."