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‘He is just sweet to a dying girl,’ Pihu purred.

‘Can you stop with that? Dying girl and bullshit like that. No one is dying
here,’ Venugopal added.
‘YES,’ the others joined in.

‘Oh, by the way, I am Dr Arman Kashyap,’ Arman said and waved.
There were appreciative smiles all around as most of them had heard of

him somewhere or the other. For those who hadn’t, Pihu had told them in
the last hour about the hot doctor in the hospital.

‘Pihu thinks you’re cute,’ one of the girls chuckled. The girl who had
cried.

Arman smiled at her and responded, ‘I think she is quite stunning too.
Isn’t she?’
No one replied, though the girls stared at him with unwavering eyes and

batted their eyelashes. Pihu wasn’t really at ease seeing the other girls stare
at him and flash their best smiles. He was all hers, she was the one who was

dying, she deserved the searing-hot doctor who saved lives for a living. Oh
wait, what, did he just call her stunning?

‘I think I should take your leave now,’ Arman said and picked up one of
the books lying on her bed. ‘You’re feeding an addiction, I hope you know

that.’
‘An addiction that you have too, don’t you?’ Pihu replied.
‘But you should be resting and not reading medical—’

‘And you shouldn’t be? When was the last time you slept?’
‘I don’t need sleep. I am too busy helping your kind,’ he argued.

‘And that’s not addiction?’
‘You should sleep,’ he said and put the book back down. ‘I will check on

you later. Goodbye, guys. And really, if anything, you should have got her
jewellery or something. Not that she needs anything to look prettier.’

He turned and left the room. For the past few seconds, it was as if no one
else existed. Slowly, conversation returned to the room and the topic
hovered around the charismatic doctor who clearly had a thing for Pihu.

‘I think he is into you,’ one of the girls said.
‘He is a doctor, he is supposed to be nice to everyone!’ Pihu retorted.