LIGHTS, CAMERA, SCALPEL!

By @Sneha

LIGHTS, CAMERA, SCALPEL!

By @Sneha

What happens when a no nonsense doctor is asked to help an rising star for his upcoming movie?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

HELLO GUYS,

I AM PUBLISHING A STORY I’VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR THE PAST YEAR. PLEASE LIKE AND COMMENT IF YOU THINK IT IS GOOD.

CHAPTER 1

It was the first downpour of the season in Mumbai when 25 year old Hunar Sharma, an orthopedic resident met a famous person. Now that was not something to get excited about, because there’s people dying every second, but the managing staff of St. Teresa’s Medical College and Hospital felt it would bring the hospital much needed fame and glory.

The actor, Ricky Malhotra was, according to Google, a 28 year old from Mumbai who made his debut in a critically acclaimed movie and had had a successful year with three back-to-back hit movies, thus establishing him as a leading actor of the film industry. If even a movie ignoramus like Hunar knew so much, then he was probably a big deal.

And just because an actor, whose visit to the hospital wouldn’t have caused such an upheaval 3 years ago, wanted to research on his role as a doctor in an upcoming movie, the first year residents had been called during their rest hours.

And that’s why Hunar was caffeinating her blood after having scrubbed-in in a 8-hour long surgery instead of sleeping like there was no tomorrow…or in her case, no next 3 hours.

“Listen up guys, Ricky will be here in a bit. I assure you he is never late, it’s just because of the rains that he got caught up.” A chubby young woman who Hunar assumed was the actor’s PA informed the heavy-eyed batch of 3 residents, because that’s what the actor’s entourage could currently afford.

Suddenly, Hunar’s pager beeped.

“Gotta go, guys. My patient in ward 112 .” With a knowing look to her colleagues she picked her stethoscope and walked out of the hospital canteen.

“Hey, wait up. Can’t you just wait for a while? I told you Ricky’s on his way.”

If Hunar hadn’t been so sleep deprived, she might have ignored the woman’s authoritative tone, but crankiness got better of her and she said, in the same tone she used on medical school pipsqueaks and interns, “Do you really think I care more about the “star” you have kept us waiting for since the past hour than the 18 year old girl who’s just had a heart transplant? I am sorry but even we have our priorities.”

With that, she turned around to leave, barely avoiding collision with a lean, bearded guy in jeans and sneakers and briskly made her way to her patient.

Had she waited for another five minutes, Ricky Malholtra would not have gotten a chance to be mesmerized by the average looking girl in rumpled salwar kameez and even more rumpled hair.

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