“What did this Hitler tell you all about me and how did he know about my mental health condition? I mean, how could he predict that how and when I would get my memory back?”
“I could do that because I am your doctor.” Samrat answered calmly.
“What, my doctor? Since when? And who asked you to be my doctor? And how could you play games on my health without examining me, as far as I remember, I didn’t come to you ever?” Simmi thought Samrat is bluffing.
“I did examine you. You did come to my examination room, and I made you do all kinds of tests and checked your reports. I am not a quack, did you get it?”
Today is the day Simmi got an uncountable shock, but this is something weird Samrat is talking about.
Even after regaining memory, she didn’t forget anything about her present, then why
