Dr.naveen
1294 Words
It was around 5 in the morning, the time when the sun was still deciding whether to rise or not. But here was a man who didn’t care whether the sun came out or not—he believed, “Whatever happens, I’ll finish my work.” That man was our story’s hero, Adityavarman.
At the hospital, Sangamithra rushed in quickly, changed into her scrubs, put on her white coat, and hung her ID card around her neck. Just then, her friend Rathi Vama came in.
“Lightning, ah? Looks like you came a bit late today,” teased Rathi.
“Shut up. Did Dr. Naveen come already?” Sangamithra asked.
“Why are you even asking that? Naveen sir came earlier than usual today. Seems some VIP patient is coming, that’s why.”
While they were talking, a nurse came and told Sangamithra, “Madam, Dr. Naveen is calling you.”
She immediately went. Naveen, who was waiting, told her seriously:
“Look here, Dr. Sangamithra. The client who’s about to arrive isn’t like the other patients. He gets angry very quickly. I have a very critical operation right now. If I skip it, the patient may die. So this surgery is extremely important to me. That’s why I can’t attend to the VIP. Can you please take care of him?”
“Sir, you’re the chief doctor and even you’re nervous about this? Does this VIP have some serious illness or what?” she asked.
“Nothing like that. From what I heard, it’s just some injury. But he’s one of our hospital’s shareholders. That’s why he has to be treated with the utmost respect. Not only that—because of him, our hospital runs a scheme: people who truly can’t afford treatment get it free here. Through his trust, we’re able to help many. So this patient is very important.”
“If not for this surgery, I myself would’ve taken care of him. But right now, this operation matters even more than him. That’s why I’m leaving it to you. Please, look after him,” Naveen pleaded.
“Why are you saying please, sir? I’ll handle it,” Sangamithra assured him. Naveen hurried away.
The very next moment, Adityavarman entered the hospital with his grandfather and two younger brothers. His hand was still bleeding, but he showed no reaction. The grandfather scolded him all along the way, while his younger brothers winced just looking at his injury.
“Look at him—acting as if nothing hurts!” the grandfather scolded.
At the hospital, they were directed toward Sangamithra’s room. A nurse confirmed, “Sir, you are Mr. Aditya Varman?” He nodded silently. The nurse gave him a side glance, but Aditya, irritated, thought, “All women are the same.”
The nurse led them into Sangamithra’s room. She was going through some documents when the nurse introduced them.
Aditya frowned. “Where’s Naveen?”
“He’s in a critical surgery right now,” the nurse explained.
“Fine, Grandpa, let’s leave then,” Aditya muttered coldly.
“Are you out of your mind?” thundered his grandfather, Dharmadurai. “Look at your hand! If this turns septic, what then? You come all the way to the hospital only to say let’s leave?”
Aditya’s eyes burned with anger. “Grandpa, look—if my life depends on treatment from a woman, then I don’t need it.”
Just then, Sangamithra entered and overheard. “Is that so, sir? Then tell me, who gave you life in the first place? Wasn’t it a woman? If you refuse treatment from a woman, why not give up the life a woman gave you?”
Aditya turned sharply toward her, stunned by her boldness.
“Sir, if a woman treating you bothers you this much, remember—a woman is the reason you exist in this world. Would you reject that life too?” she asked firmly.
Infuriated, he snapped, “Who are you? I don’t owe you an explanation. Just do your job.”
“Oh, so my job is just to treat you, right? Then let me do it,” she said, and without hesitation, she grabbed his injured hand and pulled him inside.
For the first time in his life, a woman touched him. He couldn’t even comprehend what he felt—it was strange. Usually, one cold glance from him would silence women, but here was one who dared to look him in the eye and speak boldly.
Sangamithra made him sit down and examined his hand. “My god, what is this? Don’t you even know how to take care of yourself? How did this glass break?” she asked.
The grandfather sighed, “This useless boy broke a glass table in anger. That’s how his hand got cut.”
Hearing his tone, Sangamithra had to suppress her laughter. She looked at Aditya and said seriously:
“So, sir, is this what you do when you’re angry—break tables? You can buy another table, but can you buy back your life? These glass shards could’ve cost you your hand. Please be serious, sir. Don’t play with your life.”
She gently held his hand and began removing the glass pieces one by one. “Does it hurt, sir? Tell me if it does,” she said softly.
Aditya was shaken. Who is this woman? Why does she care about me? For the first time, someone other than his grandfather and brothers showed genuine concern. A strange, indescribable feeling stirred within him. He just kept staring at her in silence.
(Ohhh… so this is what they call love? The one nobody could shake—just fell for this woman!)
Carefully, she cleaned and dressed his wound. “Listen, sir, don’t let water touch it. By tonight it will hurt more. I’ve prescribed some tablets to ease the pain. Take them. Your health matters more than your anger. Okay?”
Aditya said coldly, “I know how to take care of myself. Just do your job.”
She smiled warmly. “Alright, sir,” she said. Her smile surprised him. I try to irritate her, yet she just smiles? She’s different…
That’s when he noticed the ring on her hand. Curious, he asked, “That ring?”
“Oh, this? My boyfriend gave it to me,” she replied casually.
Hearing that, Aditya said nothing more and walked out. His grandfather thought to himself, How perfect they’d be as a couple! But Sangamithra had already made it clear—she had someone in her life.
Outside, Aditya’s PA, Shiva, arrived. His younger brothers teased him, “Bro, where are you off to?”
“Do you know? From the day I became your brother’s PA, my peace and happiness ended,” Shiva groaned. Just then, Aditya walked out, silencing Shiva mid-sentence with his presence.
The grandfather scolded Shiva, “It’s you who spoils my grandson!”
“Me? Grandpa, I didn’t take your grandson’s name or life. You think I’m stopping his marriage? Ask him yourself why he won’t marry!” Shiva retorted angrily.
The argument grew heated until Aditya himself interrupted: “Enough! Both of you, stop.”
He ordered Shiva, “Take the car—we need to go somewhere important.”
The grandfather and younger brothers left for home in their car. Aditya sat inside his own car with a mysterious smile on his lips. Shiva asked, “Where to, sir?”
“Office,” Aditya replied.
But in truth, his mind wasn’t on the office. It was still on the ring Sangamithra wore. Only he knew what he was planning next.
What is he going to do? That will be revealed in the next chapters
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