Shades of LOVE

Accidental Sparks

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The evening of a rainy day is perhaps the best time of the day. With the raindrop tip-tapping on the windowpane and the fresh smell of the soil soaked in the first rain of the season. While sipping her tea and gazing outside the window at the rain soaked street the lady was busy turning the pages of her case files occasionally. In such amazing weather, all one may want is some pakoda with a steaming cup of chai. With most of the appointments being cancelled already, she was sure that she could any moment now. Busy with all these thoughts she was about to extract her headphones from the drawer that she heard her intercom ringing. Picking up she heard a tense voice from her receptionist saying someone was on the way to her cabin without informing anything. But the way the voice sounded made her tensed. Was something wrong with this new guy? Little alarmed, she picked the nearest object which was a calendar stand in her hand, and moved towards the door. In case she felt the need to knock this man on his head.

One minute she knew the sound of the expensive shoes were approaching her and the next she knew a tall masculine-looking feminine figure was standing right in front of her. The confusing figure was wearing what looked like an overcoat but then its face was also covered with something that looked like almost a hijab. With the hand, still raised in the air she tried to take a look at the figure closely when it started walking towards the desk unfazed at her presence in the room.

Sitting on the chair that figure started to remove the cover from its head and it was a man. Infuriating man who is either blind or deaf or just both and extremely dumb. Angry, she marched towards her visiting desk and was shocked to see a face that seemed quite familiar yet odd.

Wasn't he Shivaay Singh Oberoi? The Oberoi Scion?

"You?" She asked gulping but her doubt was clearly not answered by the rude patient or the visitor maybe.

"You are Miss Annika Mehta. Right?"

Rude. "If you are in my chamber I believe I am the one." She frowned. "Dr. Annika Mehta for you."

"Doctor? Aren't you a psychiatrist?"

"So psychiatrists aren't a doctor according to you?"

"Are they?" He asked what looked like being amused. The nerve of the guy.

"If not what do we do? Cook?"

"Not exactly but I won't term you a doctor at least."

"Thank you." She was gritting her teeth by now. She might be a psychiatrist and treating everyone with kindness is a must for her job but she is sure it wasn't necessary for a jerk like him. "Even I don't term you normal. So leave."

"Normal people don't even visit you. Do they?"

An uncanny silence fell in the room. Annika was clearly done with this insane intruder and probably the Jerk Tycoon understood he crossed the line. At least it seemed so. Suits him. So without bothering him, she started to collect her things.

"ahem... I guess I need some help." She heard him speak.

"I guessed so too. Mad man. Can I give him a shock now? I can just prescribe him one. I just want to give him a shock that can fix his brain. Jerk." Annika muttered under her breath so that he couldn't hear.

"Really? How can I help you?"

"Ms. Mehta I need..."

"Doctor." She interrupted.

"Hm?"

"Dr. Mehta. I am Dr. Mehta."

"Yes, so Madam... I need your help with my anger issues." The man replied with hesitancy clear in his voice. But the man. Still didn't call her doctor. Bastard.

"You mean IED?"

"What?"

"IED. The term we use for anger issues. Intermittent Explosive Disorder." She said finally taking her position on the chair.

"Yes." He paused for a moment. "I am Shivaay Singh Oberoi. The CFO of Oberoi Group."

"Yes. I know. But that really doesn't matter here I guess you know that. You are just another patient to me and as a DOCTOR it is my responsibility to help you with your problem." She kind of deliberately stressed on the word doctor.

The next half an hour was passed while listening to him. What she heard till now, it seemed like the otherwise perfect Oberoi King also faced some trouble in his life. Life of rich people perhaps wasn't as easy as it seemed to her earlier. Even after he left, his thoughts kept lingering on her mind for a very long time. The man even impossibly rude had a weird kind of goodness or a longing in him. That she could read through his masked eyes. It looked as if he tried to hide a lot of things including his name or the fact that he was seeking psychological help. For a man with such a reputation, it was obvious as well.

But what worried her more was her uncharacterized behaviour. She was known to be a very calm human for all her life. She had met people with worse temper in her career at various times. But none could affect her like him. None made her feel that kind of need to help them like he did. It is not that she doesn't care for her patients. But for him, it was different. Something, weird. Something, strangely personal. Shrugging her head she took her bag to leave for her home. She will help him. All that was possible for her, she will do.

While driving the car, Shivaay took his phone out. The message popped again. Again another fake article, another assumption on his divorce. But strangely he didn't feel that bubbling anger today. Opening the glove box he slid the phone inside. Talking to a stranger does calm your mind. He just learned. He felt better. Much better. Now, he was eager to meet Dr. Annika. His car drove off on the road leaving his tall banner behind shining under the light.