"Every beat of my heart echoes your. Name; loving you is the most thrilling diagnosis I've ever encountered".
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𖤐Evan Oberoi is a cardiologist. "He knows how to cure hearts but also knows how to...
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"So how are you and your wife going"? Siddharth asked while sitting at my cabin chair.
"Sid, I am a doctor, and I have patients. What are you doing here, wasting my time"? I ask casually as I talk to my patients. He is also a patient, but his case is serious. He urgently needs to be admitted to a mental hospital.
"First of all, Oberoi, I check all your schedules. There is no patient for one hour. So why not do some chit-chat"? He raised his left eyebrow and smirked at me.
"Did you fall from the stairs or what"? I ask him while taking off my stethoscope and putting it on the table.
"Oh, shut up, Oberoi I came here to support you". He says, and I raise my eyebrows.
"For what"? Sid, I say.
"You are married that's why". He says and laughs while slamming his hand on the table like a stupid dog.
"Did you forget that you are also married? Should I call her"? I ask, and his laugh dies. He adjusts his tie and sits straight.
"Do you want to see your bestie getting beaten by his wife"? He says making his voice like we did the business deal.
"Of course, I want to see you get beaten by her. Remember the last time I visited you? Your wife was running behind you with her scandal". I say, and he clears his throat.
"We were having some romance", he said, and I chuckled.
"Okay, so that was a romance. You both belong to a mental hospital". I say, and he slams his hands again.
"Oberoi you can call me anything but not my wife. Not a single word about her will be tolerated". He says, and I laugh.
"Tell me about how your romance with your wife is going he asked and I rested my head on the chair. There is no word like this in my married life". I say and he laughed.
"At least my wife beat me. Yours does not even touch you", he says, and I throw my pen at him. He catches the pen, throws it behind, and crosses his hands over his chest.
"It looks like a complicated case", he said, and I nodded.
"So do you want me to give you some tips"? He said, and I nodded.
"You should give her a bouquet of her favourite flowers".
"You never gave me one Siddharth"! I heard a voice I looked up only to find his wife standing with her hands crossed over her chest. Giving death glares to his husband. He is going to be dead meat!
"Hello wife what are you doing here"? Siddharth says while pulling the chair for Lavanya.
"Aren't you happy that I am here, Sid"? She asks, and Siddharth wipes his sweat from his forehead. Every man is afraid of his wife. No doubt!
