A Different Love Story...!! by Diya Jain (e reader txt) 📖

if I can do anything.'

 

'Of course you can, you are the best neurosurgeon the country has, after all...'

 

Ishaan got up, and walked towards the ward where the girl was. He tentatively walked towards her bed, where she was lying, face covered in a mask and hands all covered in needles. His heart stung at this sight and he closed his eyes immediately.

He was used to this situation in his everyday life, looking at patients live and die everyday, weak and broken, but this seemed more difficult.

 

He opened his eyes back, and observed the girl this time. Beneath all the masks and needles, lay a beautiful face. She could not be more than 23 years, he thought. She had a pale colour to her face, but he knew this was because of the blood that she has lost recently. He thought she would be fair if her cheeks had more blood. Her hair was tangled, but he could see it was long and silky, warm brown colour. Her eyelashes were so long it almost seemed artificial. Her lips were full and had turned purple-blue because of this accident. Her body was very fragile, and she was quite slim, but this is what they call ‘A Perfect Figure’.

He wondered what she may look like when she was not on this hospital bed.

 

'Why is this getting so difficult? I am not falling for this girl definitely. I can't do that, I barely know her!' thought he furiously.

 

Maybe because he rescued her, he had a bond with that person, now lying still and who once breathed in his arms. He remembered the way she looked at him, but not exactly at him the night before, and he thought who might have done this to her.

 

He came closer, sat beside her. She had wounds almost everywhere, and he prayed she heals soon. The monitor was beeping rhythmically and constantly, a proof of her existence. And then he looked at her face. Though tired, she seemed beautiful. Ishaan tried to imagine how she would look when she will smile.

 

Not able to hold his eyes anymore on the girl, Ishaan took the case report from the bedside table. He studied the notes, and decided that he is getting the best doctor for her the next morning.

 

Dr. Ishaan got up, and turned to walk away. He saw the girl, and prayed again for her. He felt light and determined. He will have her identity and she will smile soon. She has to; he will make her do this, smiled Ishaan.

Chapter 4

The news was soon rolled out in the local newspapers about an unidentified girl who met with an accident on the National Highway. The pictures and car details of the girl were shared and Dr. Ishaan decided to give his contact number as he was personally looking into this case.

 

Hoping to get a lead soon, the entire medical staff of Lifeline hospital prayed for the girl. It had been a week now, and the girl already had built a place in everyone's heart, formed a part of everyone's prayers. The staffs were hoping for a miracle to happen soon, and they can't see the girl in more despair.

 

Ishaan visited the girl again in her room. She was provided an individual room and Ishaan made sure she was provided the best of the hospital's services. Not that she needed it, but Ishaan somehow felt he wanted to do all he can for the girl lying in coma in the bed in front of him.

 

He looked at her, her body very fragile, like she will break at the slightest of the touch. Her face was very pale, but shone under the ceiling lamp. She looked like an angel from the sky, which is resting. Only if he could remove all her masks and needles, she would look no less than a sleeping beauty.

 

'I know you can hear me, and I want you to get well soon. I want to talk to you, who are you, where did you come from. Soon you will be out of this hospital bed and will be walking and smiling like before. I don't know your name, and don't want to address you with the ward number, so I'll call you sleeping beauty.'

 

He chuckled softly, and then continued, with a serious tone this time, 'You know what, I don't care if you think I am mad, but I have fallen for you. Even without knowing about you, I have a strong feeling that I know you. As if I was waiting for you all these years to come to me. I won't let you go again.'

 

A frown appeared on his face as he thought of the time she met him, and he shuddered.

'I want to know who did that to you, I want to find him and bang his head on the walls. Why were you driving alone so late in the night? You know it isn't safe for you, sleeping beauty. I am happy I found you.'

 

Ishaan had called in the best team of surgeons for advice on the case, and he was happy to know that the girl, his sleeping beauty will soon be smiling, and lively. He thought how it would be like, to see her smile. Her brain was healing with more than expected rate, and as every evening he visited after his work hours, he felt she too wanted to get well soon.

 

He would talk to her everyday for sometime, and the entire staff knew by now that Dr. Ishaan has a soft corner for the girl. Some of the staff nurses even secretly prayed that they both soon get together. Now, all of them waited for either a call from one of her family members or she gets well to speak and tell who she was.

 

It was 2 days later when Ishaan's phone rang with an unknown number. He picked up the call hoping for some good news.

 

'Hi, is this Lifeline hospital? Hi, can I talk to Dr. Ishaan please?' the sound pleaded.

 

'Hi, this is Ishaan you are talking to. May I know who this is?'

 

'Sir, I want to talk to Shreshtha. Can I? Is she okay! I am worried a lot.'

 

Ishaan wondered, the girl has a really unique name. He smiled. 'Don't worry, she is recovering faster. But she can't talk to you right now, she is in coma yet.'

 

The other guy gasped for a second, and said, 'Dr, I am reaching the hospital right away. Please, I want to meet her.'

 

'Sure, calm down boy. We are here. She is safe with us. Drive safe. But, may I know your name?'

 

'My name... My name is Aarav! I am coming sir, please be there. I am coming right away.' And he hung the phone.

 

Ishaan stood there, and wondered, 'Aarav', this was the name the girl, Shreshtha; said before she fell unconscious...

Chapter 5

The news soon spread in the hospital that someone called for the girl. The staff was finally relieved that they will all know who the girl actually was, that she no longer would be a mystery.

 

Ishaan was impatiently pacing to and fro in his cabin. He was satisfied after the call, but was not happy. Something was bothering him, as if a trouble is approaching. He did not know what was wrong, but his inner sense said, something was going to be, soon.

 

After some 30 minutes, the gates of the hospital flung open, and in came a dishevelled looking young guy with black hair, all over his face. He was looking as if he just had a long run and was trying to catch for breath. He ran up to the reception and asked hoarsely, 'Shreshtha. I am looking for Shreshtha. I just called Dr. Ishaan. They said she is here.'

 

'Yes sir. Are you Aarav?' enquired the receptionist with a smile on her face. She found the guy good looking, and wanted to talk to her for more time, but looking at the situation, she decided otherwise.

 

'Yes, I am. How did you know my name?' Aarav asked, puzzled.

 

'Sir, everyone in the hospital staff knows that you are coming for Shreshtha. Please wait in the lobby, I will call Dr. Ishaan. He will be here in a few minutes.'

 

'Thank you.' He smiled, his famous crooked smile, which made girls think of him for a long time. The receptionist, too, smiled back, wondering how handsome he was.

 

 Meanwhile, she also called Dr. Ishaan, and informed that Aarav was here. Ishaan left his cabin, with a frown on his face. He should've been happy, but somehow his inner sense wasn't ready for this. He felt strange and uneasy. His palms were sweating, as he approached the lobby. But he put his best smile on his face, and entered the lobby, to find a handsome looking guy sitting nervously on the couch waiting for him.

 

 Dr. Ishaan's steps slowed a bit as he looked at the guy; he was a decent looking boy. He had a gym body, evident of his hard work. He seemed as taller as him, and the same age as the girl. ‘College friends’ he thought. Any girl would have fallen for him instantly. He thought if he was connected to Shreshtha, his sleeping beauty. A sharp pang of jealousy swept over him, and he decided to turn over and run to his sleeping beauty, so that the guy sitting in front of him won't take her away.

 

Deciding otherwise, he slid open the glass doors, and approached Aarav. Aarav stood up, and shook hands with Dr. Ishaan. They both smiled for a brief moment, as if gauging each other. Then Aarav broke the silence and asked, 'Dr. Ishaan. I am Aarav. I called you. Where is she? Is she fine?'

 

'Yeah, um... I mean hi Aarav. She is... Shreshtha is fine. Her injuries are healing quickly, and she is improving. Sadly, she is still in coma. I don't know when she will wake up; we all are waiting for that. Come, I will take you to her room, you can meet her there.'

 

 

They both walked through the long corridors, dozens of glass doors. Aarav was a bit uneasy of the environments, as he wasn't used to be at hospitals, but he wanted to see the girl. The girl who was in this state because of him. He felt guilty, but there was nothing much he could do about that.

 

Finally they stopped at one such glass door, and Dr. Ishaan opened the door. Aarav froze in his tracks when he saw Shreshtha lying on the hospital bed, with needles poking in her hand,