DESTINY....together forever

Chapter 2

Srishti's pov

I stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with the straps of my watch and checking my reflection one last time. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to echo my hurried movements. I was running late, as usual, and the comforting routine of getting ready was becoming a race against time.

"Mummy, where are my car keys? I'm running late!" I called out, wrestling with my heavy bag while trying to strap on my watch.

Ugh, why is this bag so heavy?

"They should be on the key holder. Look again," Mummy's voice floated in from the kitchen, where she was preparing breakfast. It's incredible how she manages to juggle cooking and everything else without breaking a sweat.

"Got them! And don't pack lunch for me today; I'm gonna be back early." I chugged down my tea and nearly choked on a bite of her delicious sandwich.

"Alright. What time will you be back?"

"I'll be home by 2:00 or 3:00 pm. Also, are we still going shopping? I need new clothes and shoes for university."

"Yes, we'll go. Avi and your papa will be late; they have some urgent work."

Avi is my younger annoying brother!

"Okay, I'll call when I reach the hospital. Bye!" I said, unlocking the door and stepping out.

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At the hospital, I had just finished my OPD duty when the peon flagged me down.

"Dr. Srishti? The HOD wants to see you in her office."

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I knocked and entered the HOD's office.

"Good afternoon, Mam. You wanted to see me?" I took a seat opposite her.

"Good afternoon, Srishti. Congratulations on your acceptance to London University! You've been an outstanding student and responsible doctor since day one," she said with a rare smile of approval.

"Thank you, Mam. I appreciate it," I replied, genuinely touched.

"When do you start in London?"

"1st September, Mam."

"And your last day here?"

"31st July. I have a flight to London on 20th August for some final preparations."

"Understood. Please hand in your end-of-duty form tomorrow. I'm leaving on vacation next week."

"Certainly, Mam. Thank you," I said as I stood to leave.

The HOD might be strict, but she's always fair and encouraging to those she believes in. I'm grateful to be one of them.

The day had flown by in a whirlwind of hospital rounds and patient consultations. I was exhausted but relieved to finally be done. The clock on the wall ticked past 2:00 PM as I sat at my desk, scribbling notes and checking off tasks on my to-do list, and realised that I was late for my date with Mom.

As I rushed to my car, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I couldn't help but marvel at how far I'd come. Every sleepless night, every gruelling shift, and every moment of self-doubt had been worth it. Becoming a doctor was not just a career choice—it was the realization of a lifelong dream that had demanded unwavering dedication and sacrifice. The countless hours spent in study and practice had forged me into someone capable of making a real difference in people's lives.