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scriptwriter.

‘I was just wondering how you could look so at peace even as you went
through one of the most difficult surgeries ever performed on anyone.’
‘I was in the hands of a very good doctor.’ She blushed.

‘Okay, before you enthral me with your kind words, I need to run some
checks,’ he said and checked her pulse. ‘Do you have any pain?’

‘Not any more,’ she teased him and looked him straight in the eye.
‘Can you stop doing that?’ he grumbled.

Her parents witnessed the whole conversation and Pihu could sense their
bewilderment at the rosy atmosphere between her and the doctor.

‘Fine, I will be serious on one condition—you will take me out on a date.
I have never been on one and who knows … I might never go on one ever. I
want you to be my first,’ she purred sweetly.

‘For a little girl, you use your death card very smartly. On a serious note,
it never feels good when you say that,’ he said.

‘I wouldn’t have to use it if you start behaving like a gentleman and treat
me like you should,’ she chortled.

‘Fine.’
‘What fine?’

‘Tonight. It’s a date. I will try to be a gentleman. But I have a condition,
too.’
‘That is?’ she queried.

‘You have to get better soon,’ he mumbled.
Pihu smiled. Next, she answered all the questions he had for her and

couldn’t believe her luck that the most gorgeous doctor she had ever seen
was taking her out on a date. Wouldn’t her dad be proud? Tonight! Fairy

tales are made of these. Later, she asked herself the question that she never
thought she would ask. What should I wear? She looked down at her

hospital robe and felt sorry for herself. But only for a bit. After all, it was
her first date with a guy other girls would kill for. Brilliant. Millionaire.
Stunning. Doctor.