Code LOVE (3)



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 Students, let's study more about hypertension and angina in our next class on cardiovascular diseases. Thats all for today, Thankyou!, Dharaa ended her lecture and left the classroom. 


Dharaa's phone rang as she stepped out, Today is my day off, yes I'm in the college campus, she said. While talking on the phone, she walked out of the main building of the medical section. And as she hung up, she saw a familiar face at a distance. 

The person was talking to a student so she went ahead to check.

Yes! It is Mr. Prithvi Rathod, she blurted. 

Prithvi heard her and instantly turned to look. Doctor Dharaa, he said with surprise. 

I will talk to you later, he told the student and proceeded towards Dharaa.

Prithvi looked different today. He was wearing a formal blazer with formal shirt and trousers, clad in polished shoes. He was holding books in his hand.

Are you a professor here, Mr. Rathod? She asked curiously, looking at him.

Yes doctor Dharaa. Don't I look like one?, Prithvi replied, as he looked carefully at her. 

Dharaa looked gorgeous in a pink saari. Half of her hair was secured with a clutcher and remaining let down. She was wearing a pearl necklace, with pearl tops in her ears. 

Why not? But then you must be more careful with your conduct right? What will the students learn from you? She said promptly. 

Baapre! That's a direct accusation doctor, Prithvi was defensive. 

Ahh! Is it about the last time? Sorry for that. I was really in a hurry so couldn't meet you before going and also thank you properly. My bad. Thank you and sorry once again, Prithvi said respectfully. 

His instant apology and retreat at once, calmed Dharaa's ire. 

Are you feeling better? Did you have any episode of blacking out again?, Dharaa asked.

Thankyou for inquiring doctor. I'm perfectly fine. The on time IV did wonders. I'm grateful, Prithvi said with a smile.

And did you find your phone?, Dharaa sounded concerned. 

Well I got a new one, Prithvi said, taking out the phone from his pocket.

So doctor what brings you here? Are you following me?, Prithvi said with a playful smirk.

Tchh! Why would I? I'm a busy doctor. Also a visiting faculty here. I teach the medical students, first and second year, on my day off. And what about you?, Dharaa inquired. 

I teach the engineering students, Prithvi said. 

Haven't seen you around though. Did you join recently?, Dharaa asked. 

One question after another? That sounds like a scrutiny, Prithvi chuckled. I'm new here, been a few months. 

Scrutiny? no... I didn't mean to sound that way. I was just curious. Sorry that's a professional hazard I guess. Asking questions till I get the right track for diagnosis, Dharaa said with a soft smile, defending herself. 

We are in the same profession then, asking questions!, Prithvi said. He cleared his throat, paused and added I..I mean to the students too, when we struggle to get right answers ourselves, he covered up his guffaw and laughed. 

Why is he pretending to laugh? Is he hiding something? Dharaa's detective sense lit up. That day he disappeared, no one picked up the call on the number he had dialled, today, he is acting over-friendly and...and...suspicious, Dharaa's eyes narrowed as the thoughts popped up in her head, one by one.

Ahem! Doctor? What are you thinking.... about me?, Prithvi asked aloud and broke her trance.

Can he read my mind? Or am I too obvious?, Dharaa controlled her deliberation. I...I was thinking about my patient, suddenly I found out something, I think, should work on him, Dharaa covered up.

Well, doctor Dharaa how are the people who were brought in after the accident that day? I ...mean I... heard the commotion when I was admitted in there....Prithvi asked.

We saved them. They are doing good. Had it been more serious, it would've turned fatal, Dharaa answered. 

Is he really concerned or is he diverting my thoughts?, Dharaa was still wary. 


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Disclaimer : The story is fictional, resemblance of any sort to any person, living or dead, or any real event is purely coincidental. 

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