MAYRA'S POV
"We’ll all miss you, Dr Mayra," Receptionist Samantha said, passing me few documents. I took them from her and offered her a weak smile. I am also going to miss everyone here.
" Call me anytime, Sam, we will be just one call away."
" Okay, Mayra. Here you go." She added and placed my transfer letter on the desk.
"All the best for your new journey."
I nodded and automatically, the corner of my lips twitched as I glanced over my name mentioned in the documents.
Sometimes it feels strange to watch my name written without any family name. But I couldn't help it. I don’t even know who my family was? Whether they are alive or not? All I know is that someone from my orphanage had told me years back that I had been there since the day I was born.
All my childhood and teenage years had passed in craving for the love of family. I had seen many of my friends back in the orphanage getting adopted. I always felt envious of them because no one ever spared me a single look to thought about adopting me. But now it doesn't matter to me. Being alone for whole my life of twenty-four years, taught me that love is not always about expecting, but it's all about offering.
"Dr Mayra, are you okay? You seemed zoned out."
I laughed nervously at Sam's word and wrapped my arms around her, reassuring her that I was fine. After bidding my goodbye to everyone, I made my way to the airport.
From today I am going to have a new start of my journey, starting from the place where it all began. After six years, I am returning back to the country where I had grown up.
I still remember the day when I turned eighteen and all ready to leave the orphanage. It was great luck of mine that I got a scholarship for a medical college in abroad. Then after completing my studies, I got an internship as a psychiatrist. And after a few years later, I ended up with the name 'Dr. Mayra.'
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As I reached my destination, I sighed. Everything is going to change. New country, new city, new hospital, new people, new life. Let's just hope that this new journey will bring some new chapters in my life.
"Barbie doll."
A huge smile formed over my cheeks as I heard a very familiar voice.
Tilting my head a little, I arched up my eyebrows in surprise and walked to the person standing in front of me. After adjusting my backpack on the right shoulder and pulling the suitcase along with me.
" Hey," I whispered softly and wrapped my arms around him.
" Welcome back to India."
" How are you, Vishal?" I asked, ignoring the smirk which constantly appeared across his face.
He was definitely planning something.
" Well, since now you are going to be a part of the hospital where I work, then I’d say I’m good." I shook my head at his cheeky tone.
Vishal is like my good friend. We both had met a few years back in one of a medical conference and since then, we share the bond of friendship.
He is a well- known surgeon but he can be quite childish.
" Look, doll, in this hot weather also, I came to pick you up from the airport. Now, please don't just stand here like a statue. Come on, let's go. After dropping you off to your new house, I have an important thing to do."
I nodded and quickly sat inside his car.
Biting the corner of my lip, I mentally debated whether I should ask him or not? The question that had been bothering me from so long.
To my periphery, I looked at him, only to find him with a giant smile on his face.
Why does he seem so happy with my arrival?
" Why, Vishal?"
" Huh?"
" Why did you wanted me to come here?" I asked hesitantly.
He looked into my eyes then said, " You'll see."
Okay, so he is not going to give me the real reason.
" Look, Mayra, there's something in which I need your help. I can't tell you what exactly, but now you seem to like my only hope."
He sounded calm, but the hint of little seriousness in his tone didn't go unnoticed by me.
" You know, Vishal, I am already here so there is no chance that I will return back after knowing the reason. Trust me, you can tell me. I promise I'll try to help you with whatever you need."
He averted his eyes from me and fixed them on the windshield.
" Do you know Rehan Malhotra?"
I had a sudden urge to laugh at his question.
" Come on, who doesn't know him?" I replied and that's when the corner of his mouth broke into his signature smirk.
" Well, he's going to be your next patient."
He announced with a casual shrug. I blinked twice to register his words.
Rehan Malhotra? The billionaire Rehan Malhotra?
" Relax, okay? He’s also a human."
" Do you know him?" I asked him in a surprised tone and he chuckled.
"Yes, Barbie doll. I know him. He is my best friend."
" You never told me about this," I whispered.
"You never asked."
" B-But why me? He can hire any best Psychiatrist then why me?"
How am I going to treat him? He's such a big personality. I had never seen him, but the stories I've heard about him were enough for me to have my heart fill with pure respect. He had worked really hard to build a huge empire in the business world at such a small age. I can imagine the number of the sleepless night he might have spent for achieving all the success. But why does he need a psychiatrist?
" Because you are the best I can ever find for him."
I flushed.
" Can I ask you something?"
" Sure, doll."
" Why does he need a psychiatrist?"
His face became hard at my question and the second later, I regretted asking him that.
" He doesn't, but I need you for him."
I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.
Huh?
He exhaled a deep blow of air and his hold on the steering wheel tightened a bit.
"I will give you his medical files tomorrow."
" Okay."
" We are here. Go and take proper rest, you might be tired from the journey. If you need anything, just drop a message, okay? Otherwise, we'll meet tomorrow. Take care."
He said before placing a kiss on my temple.
" My life is strange, isn't it?" I asked myself once when I reached on the balcony. Grabbing the seat on the couch, my eyes wandered over the sky. The sun was settling down and the slow breeze was passing through my skin.
I don't know why it feels like Vishal was hiding something from me. Like there was some other reason besides treating Rehan Malhotra.
REHAN'SPOV"Get the fuck out of my office," I spoke calmly, spinning the paperweight. &n
MAYRA’S POVI gulped down the third glass of water, down my throat in nervousness. I am going to meet 'The Rehan Malhotra’. I never thought to meet him in person. Vishal asked me to wait in the room but to get some fresh air, I walked to the balcony.
MAYRA'S POVI pushed myself to open my eyes and second next, strong masculine scent of dark cologne travelled through my nostrils causing knots to form in my belly. I smiled slightly, feeling all warm and good. I decided to get off the bed but I felt someone's grip on my waist. I stilled and realized that I was in Rehan's arm. All the memories of few hours back rushed i
MAYRA'S POV"Tell me Vishal, please." I said but by practically ignoring me he hopped on the couch and started checking his cell phone.
MAYRA'S POV"Can we leave now?" I asked but he ignored.Why is he so difficult? I closed my eyes and let out a small breath."When will you marry me?" I dig my nails on my thigh and after gathering lots of courage, I finally asked him the question which bothered me from so long.He shot his eyebrows upward. "Desperate, are we?"I shook my head."I was just curious." I replied and he let
MAYRA'S POVLife is always unpredictable. It always sends those things to us which are hard to accept. But maybe a new hope of happiness can shine from them. Maybe. I closed my eyes and grabbed my hair into messy bun. As I reopened my eyes, I found my
MAYRA’S POVI forced my eyes open, trying to cover them from the rays of morning sun. Blinking my eyes several times, I woke up clumsily and sat down on bed in Indian style, covering my legs with blanket. I yawned and then started stretching my arms in an attempt to retain some strength in me. After that I walked to the window and pulled the curtains away. I observed the view carefully while grabbing my hairs into a messy bun.
MAYRA’S POV“Ma’am, it’s okay we are fine.” James, one of
MAX'SPOV" Max you're so single."Vishal whined.
MAYRA'S POV“Rehan, why do I need a blindfold in my own house?" I asked him but like last ten minutes, he didn't cleared my confusion. He tighten his grip on my wrist and guided me.“Rehan." I whined and a melodic sound of his chuckle ran through my ears.“Patience." He said in a husky voice, touching his lips to my ear. I shivered in content.After few minutes, he untied the blindfold around my eyes. I blinked and then looked around to find myself in our be
REHAN'S POV“Why the fuck you both called me here?" I asked entering Vishal's house and all I got in reply was their laughter.Great. Just great!“Have a seat." Max patted the couch and pushed Vishal aside.“Why?" I yelled in irritation.Vishal grabbed my wrist and pulled me on the couch. I have an urge to run away from them but I can't as my sweet wife had given me strict warning to share some time with these two because they ar
MAYRA'S POVPeople die but memories don't. The memories are like a sky full of stars, so beautiful yet unreachable. We can look at them and smile but couldn't complete the urge to get closer to them. Maybe that's what the memories hold. The power to put the heart in craving. Rehan was no exception. He was missing the old memories. Those beautiful memories of her sister and Za
REHAN'S POVShe went with Max for having some private conversation. I shouldn't feel this uneasiness right? She might have wanted to talk about Zara after all Mayra and Max both are close to each other, aren't they? Till now Mayra must be hating me just like Max. She's pure hearted and after she become aware of my past, she has no choice but to hate me. After all how can I expect her to not hate me when I already hate myself?
REHAN'S POV“When I was seventeen, I shifted to new school, there only I met Max and Vishal. Due to everything, I wasn't the one to talk much but they both especially Max showed me that what friendship meant. As time passed by, I became more attached to them. It felt good to at least have someone by my side after the death of Riya. I started forgetting about my pain through them. Then one day, Max introduced her sister to me. Zara her name was Zara. I took an instant liking in her, just as a friend. She used to chatter n
MAYRA'S POVMy legs automatically stopped working as I saw something unusual in this house. Since the day I've stepped here, I've always seen a room near the corner which remained locked. But today, it was open. Strange. Is Rehan had unlocked that door? But what could be inside that it was locked from so long? For feeding my curiosity, I decided to go inside the room and have the answer of my questions.The first thing which I noticed after entering inside was Rehan who stood in the middle with his back facing me. As I shifted my gaze towards the surrounding, my eyes went w
REHAN'SPOV"White roses." I said and the shopkeeper curtly nodded while picking out the bouquet of white roses and passing it to me. After handling him the money, I took one last look of the flower shop and returned back to my car.As I drove through the silent trees, I couldn't stop but wonder that how far I've came. It's been six years since s
MAYRA'S POVYou can do this Mayra. I repeated over and over again the same thing in my mind, pressing my fingers firmly over the doorknob. What else can happen except that he might be angry, hurt, disappointed, sad or maybe something more? I have to face him, if it means tolerating his anger which I know right now must be at its best. How long can I avoid him and why would I do so when I've done nothing wrong? I agree I should have not gone to that club but now I couldn't change it. What's done was done. Now all I can do is to somehow make him believe that I