Chapter 11

"Dada-bhai, will you come inside with me, please?" I asked him nervously. He glanced down at my tensed face and smiled, "of course Kripa, if you need me I'll come with you!" I nodded reassured and silently thanked him in mind after stepping into the elegant office. The back wall was painted black and the surrounding walls white; I smiled it was somehow very unique. In front of me was an exquisite desk, covered completely by stacks of files, a lap top, some pictures and a phone. Just a few feet away from the desk was a black couch, a small rectangular glass table in front of it, where two cups of unfinished tea sat. "Wow, amazingly its beautiful!" the words slipped with awe from my mouth.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like my office, although it needs some cleaning done!" a voice rang from behind me; I froze; my bag slipped from my hands. Dada-bhai stared at me surprised, "are you okay, Kripa?" I turned to look at him and smiled, composing my face; rather than bending down to grab my bag, I turned swiftly to stare at the handsome young man before me; dressed in blue jeans, and a white button up shirt, the first two buttons undone, his hair gelled back in spikes, with a sharp and clean stubble. Wow, did he look tempting and breath taking. "Here sweetie!" Dada-bhai handed me my purse, breaking me from my trance. I smiled at him and waited for the dashing young man to speak.

"Ms. Sharma, it's nice to finally meet you; I heard of your cancellation last week and decided to reschedule; mainly because you were the only one who had sung the song with a peaceful and soothing voice, and thank you for coming here today at short notice! Please have a seat!" he spoke, rather it sounded as if he was singing to me; his voice rang melodically at ease. I smiled at him and sat down on the couch next to Bhai. He eyed him with jealousy before reaching out and introducing himself. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Angad Khanna; your co-singer for this song; and perhaps if it turns into a hit than you'll be singing more than just one song!" he smiled at me; boy was this going to be hard. His smile was just, breathtaking; I had to remember to breath before I shook his hand and introduced dada-bhai.

"Thank you, Angad, and this is my bhaiyya, Karan; I hope you don't mind but I need him with me at all times!" I told Angad; he beamed with a blinding smile, "No problem, I am exactly the same. Now should we get started with the song?" Angad asked business- like. "of course!"

The remainder of the day, we discussed the song, the lyrics, the beat and the vocals at what notes to be higher and others lower. I smiled this was a beautiful song…

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"Wow, amazingly its beautiful!" her voice had rung in my mind, spinning and tossing my memories around and around; somehow it felt as if though I had recognized her, as if I had met her before, and new her quite well. And then when her hands touched mine, I was sure the smooth texture of her hands had been grasped between my palms before, the feelings so unfamiliarly familiar. Confusing? Of course it is, but how was I to describe the jealousy that rang through me when the man, her brother, called her sweetie? Not only was she beautiful but something about her intrigued me, I wanted to know more; for her to never leave my side.

After she left my office I watched her disappear around the corner; and then rushed towards her file; grasping it eagerly. Name: Kripa Sharma…her name rang in my mind but somehow my heart thudded something different; her last name was wrong. Unintentionally I grabbed a pen and crossed out her name and wrote Kaur….I froze; coming back to myself; and dropped the file casually on my desk; eyeing the blue folder with curiosity. Something was wrong here….something she was either lying about or I was being lied to…was there something more about her….?

"Angad, Angad!" I glanced up coming out of my trance "hi bhai! Sorry about that was just thinking about something!" Aditya eyed me curtly, "hmm you look like a love sick puppy" he chuckled slightly under his breath while I glared at him. "okay angad I'll take your leave, see you at home!" he winked and left the room.

"Angad, this young girl Kripa, I don't know why but there is more to her behind her singing; something tells me; rather my heart knows something that I fail to see…" I thought to myself and awaited for time to rush pass me…

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"Armaan, her breathing is becoming abnormal; what are we going to do?" Riddhima panicked Mrs. Sampley was having labor pains; her pregnancy had been normal but the stress on her suddenly was very crucial; possible to have negative effects on the newborn. Armaan froze; and glanced at Mrs. Sampley, how were we supposed to help her give birth when we are just interns? Was it possible without the guidance of an actual doctor? Riddhima frowned.

"Riddhima, hurry and call a ward boy; lets hurry to the labor room; its now or never; and we can do this just stay calm!" Armaan spoke with bravery and authority. She nodded and rushed out the door, catching sight of Sister Lovely and another ward. "Please hurry we need to help us get Mrs. Sampley to the delivery room; her labor pains have started in advance and her breathing and heart rate have decreased. Both nodded and followed quickly behind Riddhima; getting Mrs. Sampley on the stretcher and out the door to the delivery room.

Inside the operation room, Armaan and Riddhima, tried to deliver the child but with Mrs. Sampley's heart and breathing problem; the delivery was frightening. Eventually two hours later, Mrs. Sampley delivered birth to a healthy baby boy. Calmly, Sister Lovely took the child out to be cleaned, meeting Dr. Keerti just outside. "How did it go?" Dr. Keerti asked and smiled at the sight of the newborn child.

sorry everyone for the late part...and for being short....i truly have no clue whats up but i had trouble writing the part....i'll post the other half tomorrow...im just having writer's block and i cant think of anything to write no more...im loosing the charm - sukhi