The first time they met;
He was her physics teacher & She was his student.
During the two years in higher secondary, they never had a close conversation. But something happened on the last day of final exam in second year. Those minutes they spent t...
Hey guys, there is a change in a part of our story. This story has a huge relation with the time period and I made a mistake in Deepa's youngest sister's (Daisy) age.
Previously, I wrote it as twenty two years old. But after I re- analysed the plot, I remembered this miscalculation.
So, Daisy is actually 20 years old right now. And Deepa is 28 & Diya is 26.
Back to Story:
Two Weeks Later.
London Multi-speciality Hospital.
Operation Theatre.
In the operating table lied a young girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was under anaesthetic, and more than three surgeons and nurses were around her. The round light above the operating table was brightly lightened.
The chief surgeon was operating on her, her white gloves were stained with blood. Surgical tools took roles inside her open abdomen one after another.
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Two Hours Later.
Inside the room attached to the OP, the surgeons who finished the surgery was removing their green uniform and gloves. The chief surgeon threw the blood stained gloves in the waste bin and washed her hands for minutes to clean it completely.
Her face was indifferent and cold as she stared at her own blood stained hands with a complicated mind.
I saved a life with these hands in turn staining blood on myself... As a doctor it's a pride for me... But... Why do I always feel in a daze while I stare this blood on my hand?
She scooped water in her hands and splashed it against her face again and again. The cold feeling on her face, cleared her mind and the previous uncertainty disappeared as it never existed.
"Dr. Deepa, Professor Alfred is calling you." The blond haired Dr. Grace opened the door and called the chief surgeon who was wiping her face with tissue.
"I got it. Thank you." Dr. Deepa threw the used tissue in the waste bin and walked out after nodding at Grace.
"No worries ~" Dr. Grace smiled and went on to join her colleagues.
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**knock...knock**
"Come in." Professor Alfred said as he closed the reports he was checking and sat straight. He was almost fifty and is the senior surgeon in the hospital who taught and nurtured many outstanding young surgeons today.
"Good evening, professor!" Deepa came inside and wished him politely.
"Uhm. Please take your seat, Dr. Deepa." Professor Alfred adjusted his glasses and looked at the outstanding student he taught in a satisfied and proud smile.
Deepa thanked and seated obediently, not understanding why her professor called her out of the blue.
"You are taking a month leave from tomorrow onwards, right?" He asked seriously.
"Yeah. I have some important things to do home." Deepa nodded.
"Your marriage?" Alfred asked while smiling. It's been four years since Deepa became his student. During this period, he treat Deepa as his own child as he also has a daughter who is also at her age. Knowing that Deepa is single, he introduced many youngsters to her, but she rejected them all.
"Me!?" Deepa was stunned and then laughed lightly. "No, it's my sister's engagement."
Alfred sighed and gave a "marriage life advantages and possibilities" speech.
Deepa listened and nodded from time to time. After unknown amount of time, Alfred finally came to the main point and said seriously.
"As you knew, our hospital has made a corporation with Augustine Group few months ago. Now, they had started their own multi-speciality hospitals in India, they need more specialist in each field and is appointing them from various countries.
Our hospital has also sorted out some doctors to go to India to work there. Not for long, mostly for 5 to 7 months. I heard that one of their hospital is closer to hometown too. You are also in the consideration list.
I called you now to know your opinion and finalize the list."
Deepa was silent and asked after a serious thought, "Can I answer later? I have to consider it carefully."
"Sure! You can reply after your vacation. We have time!!" Alfred smiled.
After a few more minutes of discussion and Deepa stood up to leave.
"Oh, Dr. Deepa! I forgot to ask something!" Alfred called her as he looked at her with curiosity.
"I always ask this question to my all students. Now, it's your turn..." Professor Alfred said.
"Please go on, professor."
"Actually, why do you choose to be a doctor, expecially a Surgeon?" Alfred asked. He has asked the same question to countless people, and the answers were all different and has a story behind it. As the teacher and guide, he loves to hear their thoughts after they reached in a successful position. It always give him a rare positivity.
Before him, Deepa was stunned. Why did she became a doctor? Why???
