She who suffers..

Chapter-8

VANSH'S POV:-

"You know what, Doc! I am a rowdy, okay! and you are a doctor..no no.. a US return doctor" I said while tracing his cabin and resting on his table..

"Ya..ya..yes" he stammered.

"Aww! You got scared just by a single shot, what if I shot you" I said while rubbing my hand on my pistol and stared at him with my devilish smirk..

"No! Please, what do you want?" he said. I looked at the wall clock..seven minutes were already gone and he wasn't here till now..

"What do I want, huh?..uhm, Introduce yourself, a five-marker 'myself', yes..C'mon go ahead" I said to him..

"Alright!" He replied..

"You may sit, come! COME!! Good boy.. if you fail to give the correct answer I will.." I asked him to sit on his chair..had to shout as he didn't obey me at once and then I just took the photo frame again in my hand which had his parents and his fiancee probably..

"My name is Vishal Malhotra. I am 32. I am a US return nephrologist. I have parents in my family and I..I.." he was saying it just like my laddu chants when she's asked to..but he isn't that cute..can't even make to five proper lines..

"Fiance?" I said and he shivered, still sitting in the chair.."Dr. Radhika Bisht, 28, 5' 4", practicing nephrologist, no?" I asked..He was looking at me with shocking expressions..

"Isn't she pretty" I asked, raising a brow with my face bit down while I was looking at his framed certificate on the wall..

"Aaaa?" He said in shock..his expression was really good.. I rubbed my pistol and jumped off the table..

"Yes, she is pretty..she is" he said hurriedly..

"More than your mother?" I moved around his chair and got the certificate out while I could feel his shivering legs..

"Yes..I mean no..not at all..my mother is more beautiful" he tried to cover up..

"Hmm! So selling kidneys of poor kids in your garage, made her fall in love with you, right?" I said, standing just before him..leaning towards him with my arms supporting and hand placed on table..my gun line beside the frame..

"Who are you?" He stood up in shock and stepped back..

"Oh..uh! That wasn't the answer to my questions..sit down Doc!" I said, straightening up myself..

"Tell me, who are you?" he asked again, running towards the door to unlock it..

Tick

"AAAHH!" he cried aloud..

"Shhh! It's just a flesh wound doctor, believe me, this is not exactly my way..I either kill or save, and that too, in public, but, lucky you..this is a hospital and, above all, you are a doctor..a 'Saviour', right! And I need your help", I told him, bending down on my knee to match his height while he was sitting holding his calf in pain..

"Be a man, doc! I very well know you.. You thought that no one would ever get to know you and you would never be punished.. You are mistaken, Vishal. Let me get someone for you till then you take care of my pistol, okay!" I stood up, kept my pistol near his shoe which had that small blood pool alongside, and unlocked the door..

Here he is, "Come on in". I pulled Shekhar in by his collar and he was in his best.. He's makeup and everything truly appeared as if he had been brutally beaten up by someone like him only. Also he took out one side of the shirt from his pants just like drunkards do, no doubt he always won fancy dress..

"Who is he now..why are you doing this to me?" Vishal cried..

"Oh! Asking as if you don't know him, haha! And why am I doing this to you, right! You should thank god that I am not killing you, just leaving you after this mere punishment" I shouted at him while Shekhar continued with his, acting of aching..