Chapter 1
"Riddhima, get up! your going to be late!" Riddhima snoozed her alarm as she heard her dad's voice for thr third time and woke up. Yes, that was her alarm tune to which she woke up everyday. Her dad was a strict and work-a-holic person who never really had time for her in his life. Plus the only time he spoke to her was when he wanted her to do something. And he was always serious and angry around her, hence she recorded his voice when he was annoyed at her and decided to use it as an alarm. Her nani thought she was being unreasonable. But she knew that voice would always wake her up, so she used it to get up everyday. Plus she missed her dada too, which she lovingly called him.
"Madam jee, apka extra special hot chocolate ready hai, apka beete beete so math jayige phir se" Juno her cook, nope friend as she like to call him said to her when her brought her morning drink. " Juno, how many times do I tell you, mujhe madam math bulawo and don't bring me hot chocolate every morning! I mean I like it and all but seriously your my friend, don't do this for me. You work for my dad not me okay so don't baby me too much" With that she got up and withdrew her curtains and took the coffee mug from him. Juno smiled at her with tears, " But Baby jee, I do this for you, not because I get paid, but because I care about you!" Riddhima just smiled at that and thanked him. "Enough of all the emotional stuff, don't get too teary! I'm gonna go get ready, oh and don;t forget to make that super special cake I told you to make! I want everything to be perfect for nani's surprise birthday party".
Riddhima got ready and left for sanjeevani in her car. Everytime she drove it, her heart filled with pride. She bought this car with her own hardwork and not with her dad's money. This gave her a liberated feel to her, a sense of independence. As she was about to park at sanjeevani, a car driving at like 90 miles per hour cut her off and took her spot. The guy got out quickly, grabbed his briefcase and was about to go. Riddhima was irritated he took her spot, she rolled down her windows and yelled at him. " Excuse me!! How dare you cut me off? It took me fifteen minutes to find a good parking spot" The guy just turned around halfway, mumbled a sorry and ran away. Riddhima cursed him and went to look for aother parking spot. As she walked in Omar bhai greeted her, but she shushed him off saying that she doesn't want anyone to know she is Rohan's Gupta's daughter.
An annoucement called all the new interns to conference room. They all sat down and waited for the Dean to start the speech. But Apparently the Dean had to leave for Delhi for an emmergency, so the head of the Interns started the speech.
"Hi, evevryone I'm Dr. Armaan Mallik, a cardio surgeon. I will be in charge of all you interns. Today is the first day you will be stepping into the shoes of doctors, in the true sense. You have the oppurtunity to grow as medical professionals into any field you want. I wish you all the success in that journey. Let me start by teling you the rules of the hospital. As your head, I expect yout to follow these rules. I do not tolerate indiscipline and tardiness in any way whatso ever-" And as he was about to say that Riddhima came rushing to find a seat. He glared at her and started again"As I was saying I do not tolerate indiscipline at all! You all will be given handbooks which consist of schedules and I want you to read them carefully. Once again all the best"
After he finished his speech, he asked the first year interns to gather at the nurse's station. s He was about to leave, he called, " Excuse me, The reporting time was 8:00, not 8:07, I want you to be more punctual DR. GUpta!" He left glaring at her, before she could say anything. Riddhima on the other side was fuming, not at her new boss, but at the guy who got her late. She decided she was going to strangle him the first opportunity she gets. It was so embarassing to be told off on the first day of your internship in front of like fourty other people.
Edited by Chocochips - 12 years ago
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