Silent whispers of love

~Chapter Four~

(One day ago)

Ishaan

I was in the downtown with my friends for our usual Friday night hangouts, when I saw Kanika. For the first time after almost four years.

She had always been distant to me after our trip to the resort in the second year of college. Our ways even parted after graduation. I never got to see her again, until today.

She was coming out of the taxi in a hurry, talking to someone on the phone. But before I could reach her through the dense crowd, she disappeared in an ally nearby.

Though I couldn't see her properly from such a distance, but she mostly hadn't changed at all; the same smile, the same simple clothes, the same clear brown eyes...

Despite looking for her everywhere, I couldn't find her that night.

It was now that I had realized how wrong I was. Whatever I have done was very wrong. I wanted to apologize, I wanted to tell her how shitty I feel after hurting her, I wanted her...back.

The time I have lost cannot be recovered. However, I must rectify the mistakes I have made and shape the future properly. I will beg her to forgive me. She is far superior to anyone I know—in morals, intellect and conduct.

She has a big heart of gold, and I just hope there is still a little bit of space remaining in it for me. I just hope it's not too late.

And as if the fate's on my side; the next morning, I saw her entering the St. George hospital. She must be working there.

Without wasting any time furthermore, I quickly followed her inside. But she was yet again out of my sight.

I went towards the reception area, 'hello. Is there any resident doctor practicing here namely Kanika Mathur?'

'yes, she works in the neurology department. How may I help you sir?', the receptionist with thin round glasses asked.

'could you give me her cell phone number please?'

'I am sorry sir, but we cannot disclose such personal information about the doctors to outsiders.'

'I am not a stranger. I'm her very good friend actually', I couldn't think up for a better excuse than this.

'if you are her friend, then how come you don't have her number?', the receptionist looked at me suspiciously. I doubt if he really is a receptionist or a detective in disguise.

I was unable to come up with a satisfactory answer after that. 'will you at least tell me where is the neurology department?', I asked at last.

'fourth floor, B-wing'

And I quickly rushed towards the elevator.