Author - Jui Purohit.

*CLICK HERE FOR PREVIOUS PART(7)*   Doctor we are going to have lunch. What would you have for lunch?, the agents asked.  Simple dal-rice will do, Dharaa said. One of the agents stayed outside, on guard, while others left. Dharaa adjusted the flow of the IV line and looked at Prithvi who was still asleep. Prithvi's sturdy arms, his brawny abs and contrast to that his sleeping face. He looked innocent, childlike to Dharaa. She searched around for a blanket and found one. Putting the blanket over Prithvi, Dharaa thought,  I had been misunderstanding him until now. He is a national security agent, an authentic flag-waver. I was wrong. But his doubtful behaviour mislead my thoughts.... And inconsciently, she moved her hand over his head, gently. She paused, What am I doing?, she thought and drew her hand back again. She then looked away feeling conscious about her action.  She had her lunch and again rested on the chair placed by Prithvi's bedside.  Prithvi slowly o...

*CLICK HERE FOR PREVIOUS PART(6)*  Dharaa got busy with her work. She hadn't crossed paths with Prithvi, neither at the hospital nor at the college. It was out of sight out of mind, kind of a thing. As usual Dharaa was driving to the hospital when suddenly a black van stopped her car. Dharaa was confused. Four men dressed in black suits got down from the van. They asked Dharaa to get down from her car. She got scared and warned them that she's going to call the police. But one of them showed her his ID.  "National Security, special agent", she read it loud.  Please come with us Mam, the agent said. Where are you taking me? What have I done? I'm an honest doctor...I..., Dharaa was making her side clear. You haven't done anything wrong doctor. But we need a doctor urgently. Please come with us, the agent politely said.  The courteous mannerisms of the agents pacified Dharaa. The agent ordered one of the them to drive Dharaa's car and asked her to get seated ...