Fall While Falling In Love

Chapter _2

"What are you going to wear tonight?" Dhruvi strolled towards the bedroom, brutally munching the chips between his teeth.

"I do not know. "I will see it later." Reet shrugged her shoulders and took the packet of chips from her hand.

"Why are you crashing here?" "Don't you have the work?"

"Today is the second Saturday. "Stupid," Dhruvi scoffed. A 9-to-5 job, festival holidays, and three or four Sundays per month. The benefits of a corporate life.

"What. Who is stupid? You are stupid. You call your best friend stupid. How could you? "Oh, my heart breaks!" Reet deliberately behaved like an inebriated person, acting foolishly by her nicknames.

Please stop yowling at me. "I am already upset." She spoke as she crushed each bite.

"It is not meowing. You are the fierce wild cat. What set you off? Has anything happened at the office?"

"I do not want to be bitchy." Dhruvi huffed and lowered her head.

"You know you can tell me, right? It is okay to complain a little. "Nobody is here to hear you." Reet took the seat next to her and continued,

"Is that Carol?"

"Davin?"

"Isha?

"Saami?"

"EVERYONE. Each and every one. They are so mean, Reet. They recall me whenever they want. I led the Partick project and spent many sleepless nights preparing that presentation. But they are taking my credit."

You are the cause of this because you allowed it to occur. I told you to play with them the same way they play with you, didn't I?

Reet was aware that her morally pure friend would never respond to her peers' comments. She would just keep going until she passed out from everything in front of her.

Despite being the coolest girl, Dhruvi lacked some social skills. She is not receptive to everyone or everything. She will reveal her true self to as few people as possible.

Because her coworkers and so-called friends only seem to remember her when there is a work call, Dhruvi believes that nobody likes her. Nobody requested her presence after the work.

"I told you to just be who you want to be. Tell them what they did was wrong if you are upset with them. Will you not defend yourself and put up with their mistreatment of you indefinitely?"

It is not simple, Reet. I do not want them to think poorly of me or to forget who I am. Dhruvi spoke in a sluggish tone.

"Why does this concern you? Are we not?

"We are the best of friends," Dhruvi said, cutting in. Indeed, if it is you, I will not need friends—I already know that. Reet I mean it sincerely.

But this is not what I wanted to say, Reet. I want to interact with people and express what is on my mind."

"You talk so much when you are around me. What happened to you in front of them?

"That is right. I am not sure; maybe I have a loose screw in my brain." Dhruvi agreed and noticed Reet dusting her hands on the arms of the side sofa.

Eat chips and clean your hands wherever they can reach.

"Wash your hands." Ah God, Reet, seriously."

Reet smiled at her best friend as she showed her teeth. Please save it. I can not get up again. I wash my hands 50 times a day at the hospital."

"Do you wash your feet, too?" "Why can not you get up?"

Dhruvi attempted to push the chubby girl to the bathroom but was unable to do so; her soft and thin hand could not even bulge her bestie.

With her hands in the air, she huffed and said, "Forget it. What will you wear tonight?"

"I told you I would see it."

"What will you see? It is already time. "Get your ass off the bed, Dr. Reet Mahajan, or I will kick your ass."

Reet smiled at the threat and shook her head right and left, saying no.

She laughed this time when she saw her best friend pull her hair and drag her into bed with her.

The best friends laughed together while laying on the bed for a while, taking a break from their banter and craziness. It is exhaustingly crazy when two friends meet and move in together.

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The slow music in the background did not help; my inner thoughts were still urging me to leave. I expected it to be easy. But it isn't.

I want to fall in love, but it takes time.

I wish it would happen sooner, like in K-dramas.

I am not a shy type. But here, sitting in front of a guy, talking about something unrelated to medical terms,.... oh, Reet, do not let your nervousness show.

"Are you okay, Dr. Reet?" "You are sweating so much." Passing the tissue, Mr. Sharad Desai inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Desai, it is hot today, do not you think?" Reet asked, fanning herself with a nervous smile.

"Yes, I suppose."

"I hear you are a General Surgeon at Sunshine Hospital's main branch."

As the name entered my ear, I replied, "Uh...no, I do not work in the main hospital. I was transferred here to work in the emergency department."

"Oh, is that it? But with your standards and skills, working in the countryside... are you content here?"

Sharad inquired, but soon regretted seeing her lower her gaze. Perhaps he should not have asked. This is a sensitive issue for her. He saw the video of that incident. And he could guess where everything happened.

"I am happy here." Reet said firmly and smiled, "Yes, it will take some time to adjust here. To get to know my colleague, but I would say that without the transfer, I would not have learned as much."

"New things?" Sharad seemed to become interested in her.

"It is something I would like to keep a secret," Reet said, laughing slightly.

The food on the table looks delicious. Sharad wanted to make a good impression, so he arranged everything himself, thanks to Dhruvi, who refused to tell him what Reet liked and disliked.

Reet was hungry, but she hesitated to eat the heavy food at this time. She started with corn mix vegetable soup, not wanting to waste the young man's efforts. The sweet taste touched her buds, and she lowered her head, clearly disliking the very sweet taste of soup. She proceeded quietly, not wanting to upset her date.

Suddenly, the soup reminded her of the Chef of Sweet and Savory, whom she met on the day of her transfer.

The person who appeared in her memory for a brief moment was unaware that the same person was sitting behind her.

He was not wearing his Chef's traditional uniform. Wearing white with a green pastel jacket. He took a glance at the hospital ID card, which read Dr. Reet Mahajan, GS, Sunshine Hospital, before sliding it safely into his pocket.