Started on: 19th May 2022.
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"And little did she know, he found her too!"
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Neil Birla, the owner of NeHi Designers, the best interior designers in Udaipur, is a charming man. A chivalrous gentleman and the apple of his fa...
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"So, how do you think this ideology can work for patients?" Aarohi asked the two other doctors she was seated with.
"I guess, it can be helpful because when patients go through clips and graphics like these, it might help create a sense of victory in them. I mean, half of the journey is covered just when the patient is easily working hard for their recovery." Dr. Andrea Russo, the doctor from France answered, sharing his insight.
The other doctor who sipped on her coffee, Dr. Olivia added, "Right, Andrea. Besides, when patients are easily comfortable in working on themselves, the doctors can easily comprehend the issues that they face. So, it is also important to maintain a healthy and comfortable space for conversations."
"Um-hm. You guys are right. And then, your observations are truly on the point. Usually, patients are stuck on the other side of that transparent wall where there is a formality. Though all the doctors understand this but nobody makes an effort." Aarohi thoughtfully said, taking a sip of her shake, a drink she was having.
It was a café at Mumbai where Aarohi was lounging and discussing various aspects of psychology that play an important role in physiotherapy with two of the many doctors who had come to India from different nations for a doctor's workshop of seminars to grow better relationships with doctors all over the world and learn more insight into various interconnections between various branches of specializations
The workshop was conducted every year for doctors from all over the world, who made significant efforts in the initial years of their career. This year it was held in India and Aarohi had been here for the last six days now.
It had been ten days since Neil and Aarohi had the discussion that was more of an arguement and neither of the two had any contact thereafter if one excluded the two trying to contact each other at the odd hours when the other was unavailable.
Aarohi was frustrated.
With Neil, ofcourse. And the situation.
The statement would be a lie if not for the various missed calls on her WhatsApp because Neil was also out of India, specifically in Brooklyn, New York for the deal he had talked about and he also took away Pari from all of them.
When Neil was working, Aarohi would be in the bed at the hotel for their stay staring at her phone for Neil's calls while when Aarohi was working, Neil would be getting up and calling back Aarohi. It had been going on for the last week.
Safe to say it had become frustrating to the two of them. Aarohi was in denial of the urge that she felt to talk to him and the utter helplessness and sleeplessness that she felt in his thoughts while Neil was mad at her yet missed her bratty behavior and the sense of passion she held when it came to ignoring him and the connection that bound them.
