Ms Banerjee and her Dr Babu

Chapter 6

Pritha's discharge day dawned with a mix of relief and apprehension. Relief for her recovery, apprehension for the looming silence between Chaitali and Avinaash. Their interactions, though brief, had been charged with a tension that hinted at a potential spark. But these were mere glimpses, fleeting moments in the grand scheme of things.

As the clock ticked closer to her discharge, Pritha grew increasingly determined. This was her last shot at playing Cupid. She had to ensure at least a basic connection between the two.

When Avinaash entered the room to check Pritha's vitals, she greeted him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What's going on in that head of yours?" he asked, already familiar with her penchant for mischief.
He could smell mischief just by looking at her smile he had learned it hard way that if Pritha Banerjee is smiling like that it means it is going to be a havoc to frame it otherwise it would be a disaster

"Nothing, nothing," she replied, her voice laced with feigned innocence. "Just thinking."

"Sure," he said, skepticism evident in his tone. He knew he ca. Never trust her with that smile of hers

Chaitali entered the room, dressed in a vibrant short kurti that complemented her radiant smile she had paired it with flared jeans. Her eyes, a captivating shade of brown was kolhed, sparkled with a newfound determination. She had completed her outfit with silver earrings Pritha, sensing the moment, wanted to seize the opportunity.

So as soon as Chaitali entered the room, , Pritha knew her time was running out. "Chaitu," she blurted out. "Oner nambara ninye ne  āmādēra bhabiṣyatē ēṭira praẏōjana hatē pārē ." (Take his number we might require it in the future)

Chaitali's face flushed a deep shade of crimson. She stammered, "Not required," her voice barely audible.

Pritha, undeterred, turned to Avinaash. "Dr. Maheshwari, could you please give me your number? I might need to consult you in the future."

Chaitali whispered yelled "Darkar noi! Apni ki korban aur number niye"[ No need what will you do by taking his number]

Pritha whispered back " Ami ekhon toh bolo ki i might require it for future use didn't you here"

Avinaash had learned to ignore the duo from their previous encounters. Pritha looked dead in his eyes and said again "Dr. Your number"

Avinaash nodded, dictating his number. "Chaitali, I don't have my phone with me," Pritha said, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "You take it."

Chaitali, caught in the crossfire of Pritha's stubbornness , reluctantly took out her phone and saved Avinaash's number. As the doctor bid them farewell, Pritha's mischievous smile was almost palpable.

As they walked out of the hospital, a strange silence enveloped them. Chaitali, her mind racing, couldn't decipher the emotions swirling within her. Was she annoyed at her aunt's stubbornness, or was there a flicker of anticipation at the prospect of interacting with Dr. Maheshwari again?.
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Days turned into weeks, and still, the silence between Chaitali and Avinaash stretched on. Pritha, the self-appointed matchmaker, felt a pang of disappointment. She had envisioned a whirlwind romance, a storybook ending to her matchmaking endeavor. Instead, there was an awkward silence, punctuated only by the occasional professional interaction at the hospital.

Chaitali, meanwhile, was drowning in a sea of work. Her boss, a man with a penchant for belittling his employees, had become an increasingly irritating presence in her life. The constant barrage of unreasonable demands and condescending remarks was taking a toll on her mental health. As a desperate attempt to clear her head, she embarked on a solo shopping spree.