Mafia's Baby Girl | Ongoing

Chapter 1

The doctor walked in with a face like a brick. His movements were all sharp and with purpose, he analysed his cabin for a few seconds and looked up with a careless smile flashed for just a moment. Behind the gun-metal spectacles, his eyes were as grey as the washed-out bed sheets and the lines around his mouth gave no indication that he ever lost himself in laughter. Yet this was the man you both prayed for and never wanted to see in your life. This eminent surgeon had the ability to save but the task of often delivering the death prognosis and estimating the amount of time his patient had left was also his responsibility. His patients used to wonder if he had always been this grim or if his profession had made him this way. Perhaps as a boy, he had rolled in mud and thrown stones through windows, but somehow people doubted it.

"Doctor Abhigyan, an emergency has come, please come fast," before he could've relaxed his muscles on his comfy chair after a six-hour-long continuous surgery on an impossible-to-recover case, he was invited cordially for another surgery, underline the intended sarcasm.

"Let me change my gloves," he replied in a jiffy, promptly changing his pair of gloves, with a sigh leaving his mouth; it was a hectic day and it still continues to be, for he was the most famous surgeon of Gurgaon, having hectic schedules for all the five-days of a week.

The last eight years had been the busiest he thought he would ever be.

His duty as a surgeon was at one side but on the other side of the coin, no one was aware of the stoic expression behind those surgical masks that he carried.

But, he was once a lively, jubilant boy too whose eyes used to be as sparkling as morning due; no one knew the actual reason of the person he had moulded himself into, not even his family. It was a secret his shadow wasn't even aware of.

It was the grievous tragedy that changed his life, for immortality.

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After another six hours of severe blood loss and non-stop movements of the surgical pieces of equipment, Abhigyan was eventually outside the ICU; perspiring through his surgical gown, scrubs, and the surgical mask. It was a case of a road accident and luckily, the patient's life was saved.

The police would have already arrived but some other surgeon would answer for them. Abhigyan was a man of few words and the police always demanded a storyteller, sorry but no sorry.

He was scrubbing his hands with the hand-wash in the sink inside his cabin when a female voice stopped his movements. He glanced at the intruder with a bored countenance. "Doctor Abhigyan".

"Sh*t," he cursed under his breath; deliberately, taking more time than he should for disinfecting his surgical hands.

"You did a fabulous job, I mean I had thought that we'd not be able to save the heavily wounded man, but I swear, you've got magic...." the female mechanically terminated her blabbering when his blank eyes finally met her excited ones.

The same blank eyes which had made her fall in love with him.

Her heart raced in the impeccably quiet chamber that she fretted he'd hear the sound of her lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub that her heart was invariably making.

"Can you please come to the point?" Abhigyan asked her straight without beating around the bush: the way she was doing right now.

She tried to calm down her horse-like heart and stammered, "I....I wanted to say....let's go...let's...". His glaring eyes stopped her midway, again.

Clenching his jaws, Abhigyan pronounced, "Can't you speak a single sentence without stammering a bit? I have not got the whole day to hear your stammering. Tell me fast, I have got some work to do".