By Your Side..Forever & A Day!

10. Mission conversation!

A/n : I know, I know it's a super late update..but trust me, I've been struggling hard to find time and write!! I assure you that the next few updates won't take so long.. :)

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Aryamann's PoV :

My palms were sweating profusely. I was walking around the room, back and forth in the same track for the hundredth time with nervousness! It was the ditto feeling that could be relieved only from a nice cool shower, although I had just had one.

''Girl my body don't lie, I'm outta my mind. Let it rain over me! I'm rising so high, outta my mind. So let it rain over me!'', I sang in the attempt of comforting myself. This Pitbull feat Marc Anthony's ludic song expressed me perfectly.

In case you haven't noticed #11 : Boys get really anxious when it comes to talking to a girl's parents, especially the father. Mothers can be sweet and cool sometimes, but Dads? You never know when they could turn excessively protective towards their little girl and Hitlers towards her male friends. What when the guy asks the father himself for his daughter's contact number? Warning - This stunt is performed by cretin experts under the supervision of insanity. Please don't try this at home!

Yeah, I am going to carry out this dangerous stunt. I had no other alternative.

Tamanna wasn't stupid enough to disclose her contact number in her Facebook profile. Our only mutual friends were the Woodpeckers and there's no way I would ask them for her number! UEL's authorities wouldn't give their student's personal details to any random person and I'd never wish to use my father's goodwill for such purpose.

My head-less-head had a plan. But kindly keep my coffin ready if it doesn't work out right, because I have no plan B!

I searched through the London phone directory for Dr Sen's contact, but I could only discover his desk's number at The Portland hospital.

Diffidently, I dialed the digits one by one. I could feel my breaths turning deep and heavy, my heart pounding rapidly and tiny droplets of sweat forming on my forehead until somebody received the call.

''Good morning. This is The Portland hospital. How may I help you?'', came a sweet female voice across the phone. One could say she was a young receptionist or secretary from her talking mannerism.

''Good morning, Miss. Could you please connect me with Dr Ravindra Sen?'', I replied taking a few seconds to sound confident enough.

''Do you mean Dr Robin?'', she asked, suggesting he was more known by this name.

''Yes, Dr Robin'', I confirmed.

''Certainly! Whom should I say is calling?'', she enquired politely.

''Aryamann Rathore'', I answered quickly, wondering if she even grasped it.

''Sure, Sir. Please stay on the line'', said the lady and kept my call on hold.

Within those seventy five seconds that Dr Sen took to come on the line, my nervousness reached to such extremes that if you asked me to recite 'Twinkle twinkle little star', I might forget the words.

''Hello? This is Robindra Sen'', came Dr Sen's voice from the receiver and left me so flabbergasted that my cellphone almost slipped out of my hand.

Gaining some authoritative tone, I spoke, ''A very good morning to you, Dr Sen. I am Ar...''

Oh wait! Should I reveal my name to him? What if he learns sometime later that I am his daughter's friend? Speculating from Tamanna's actions of hiding her whereabouts from him, I think he is a strict parent. No, I would never want to cause trouble of any sort to her!