✨Ham nahi likhte aapki mohabbat kalam uthane pe majboor sa kar deti hai

Ham kahaniya nahi bunte aapki taareef shabdo ko kagaz pe utarne ko majboor sa kar deti hai ✨

~ Ms. Bhatia 

(Dedicated to the dear reader reading this update)

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सुनो ना, संगमरमर की ये मीनारें
कुछ भी नहीं हैं आगे तुम्हारे
आज से दिल पे मेरे राज तुम्हारा, ताज तुम्हारा
सुनो ना, संगमरमर की ये मीनारें

Author's POV

Exiting the trial room she saw him busy on a call and decided to try until she was at the brink of defeat. She politely asked the nearby standing saleswoman to help her find her fold necklace that might be somewhere inside the clothes she tried or sunk to the shining floor. The helper immediately agreed as they surfed around every nook and corner to find the charming golden pendant.

With her face contorted in fear, her heart clenching inside her body she fiercely removed the locks from her face to bend and search for the most precious thing she had ever held. A tap on her shoulder startled her. Ishaan looked at her in confusion as he saw her tensed self. He simply cupped her face not caring about the viewers as he asked, "What's wrong, Anvi?"

"I lost the pendant you gave me. We have checked the entire boutique but it's nowhere" she said making him halt for a moment. He kept looking at her blankly for a minute making her shrug out of his hold. She simply said, "I am sorry" before trying to walk away. The keyword was 'trying' as she couldn't even take a step away from him. He pulled her back making her soft frame land on his muscular chest. Tenderly tucking her hair behind her ear he asked, "Is that the reason behind the tears in your eyes?"

She nodded silently, not knowing what to say as he assessed those tears that hadn't even cascaded down her face. He sighed, joining his forehead to hers as he said, "Doesn't matter. It was just a locket. Calm down"

"Par Ishaan vo aapka favorite tha (But Ishaan it was your favorite)," she said, not knowing how he could be at peace even after knowing she lost it.

"Aapse zyada nahi (Not more than you)," he answered, smiling at his woman, relieving all her worries at once. She looked up at him in surprise. His thumb roamed over her soft cheeks, sending a buzz of warmth down her spine.

"We don't hurt our own Anvi, even for our own. My father didn't reside in that pendant, he lives in my heart. For the man who meant everything to me in the past, I won't hurt the woman who means everything to me in the present, cupcake. Now smile for me," he said while she hugged him hard as he welcomed her gladly in his embrace.

Stepping back, he looked at her face carefully before looping his hands around his pants and letting them travel down to her sides. As his finger slid inside her pockets, her breath hitched. What the hell was her husband up to? She wondered. Her eyes closed on their own accord as she felt his hands touching her with sleek passion. His eyes drank her in as if she was the last drop of water present on the earth and he was a parched man.

Pulling out something from her pocket, his arms traveled down her forearm, reaching out for her fisted hands as she breathed heavily at his torturous contact. Her eyes flew open as she was twirled around and his breath fell on her neck. Dropping a tender kiss on her nape, he made her wear the pendant once again as he whispered in her hair, "I always place my trust in the right people Anvi and I trust you with my life"

She touched the eagle-shaped locket wrapped around her neck in shock as she turned back to see him. He simply smirked at her as she checked out every damn thing in the mall except her own pockets. She cutely slapped her forehead saying, "Stop being so clumsy Anvi"

"Or keep being Ishaan's cute girl, you mean," he said, kissing her forehead and making her giggle. 

He knew his woman. She had a habit of storing all the important things inside her pockets and then forgetting about them. He had once found her ring in the pockets of her jeans kept amidst the clothes for washing. This is why he made a habit of checking the pockets of her coats and jeans to ensure she didn't give away her precious things to be spoiled. He was right behind her to correct those errors that could even bring the slightest worry to her heart.

"Come, let's have your favorite waffles—" he was offering for the very first time amidst their shopping trips every weekend when her phone rang, disturbing them. She looked at him and he immediately nodded as they both rushed to the hospital. It was an emergency and Dr. Sanvi was needed on duty.

The stretcher of the patient suffering from an accident was being rolled inside the operation theatre, followed by the desperate wails of his wife. His crying kids who were sitting beside him in the car when the accident took place, were shaken by the experience and continuously fearing for their father's life.

Sanvi rushed to cater to the situation as her junior Dr. Alok briefed her about the situation.

"Dr. Sanvi, urgent situation. A 30-year-old male from a car accident, blunt chest trauma, and unstable vitals. Possible cardiac involvement. Initiating airway and hemodynamic support. Surgical team ready."

"Specifics on trauma, any pre-existing conditions?" Sanvi asked, analyzing the precarity of the situation.

"No known cardiac conditions. Severe impact, signs of rib fractures, and mediastinal widening on chest X-ray" Alok read his reports as per the collected data in the last few minutes. Sanvi simply nodded as they started to increase their speed to reach the designated space when they were brutally stopped by a group of guards and the head manager.

Sanvi glared at them and moved to face the manager, trying to know why she was stopped from doing her duty. The manager told her in a monotone, "It's an accident case and his car was crashed by the minister's son. We can't admit him without the police completing the procedure. Also, his fee payment is pending. No operation is taking place until they pay for the services we offer"

"Please, sir, give us some time. Don't stop the operation. We'll arrange the payment by evening," the wife of that man begged. The manager ignored her ruthlesslessly as his men turned the stretcher in the opposite direction.

"Akram Sir, it's our moral duty to think about the patient first and then everything else. I'll pay for his treatment if that's the problem," Sanvi suggested, not wanting to put up a fight as she saw the patient's unstable condition. She couldn't afford to lose him to her stubbornness.

"If you have extra money, Sanvi, donate it to charity. Don't meddle with the work of the management. He won't be treated at our hospital and that's final," Akram declared. Sanvi knew very well that it was a trap to kill the man as the minister wanted to evade the case. The dead man would mean dead justice.

"Sir, please let's not make a human life a matter of politics," she requested, giving it a last shot.

"Dr. Sanvi, don't teach me my job. Stop being an emotional fool or you'll put your job and reputation at risk," he said, about to storm away when he was stopped by her next words.

"This man would be treated right here in this hospital, Mr. Akram Khan, and you are terminated from your duties from here on. Collect your termination letter from the office of director Sanjay Kapoor at the request of the esteemed member of the board, Sanvi Sanjay Kapoor. For the sake of the precious time you wasted of the involved doctors and the patient, you will take full liability for paying for the patient's treatment from your personal account. Thanks for working with us," Sanvi said sternly as she threw orders as the owner of the hospital and not just the head of the department. Every person around stopped to listen when they heard her full name as they saw the girl who was just Sanvi for their turn to be one of the directors of the hospital. She never controlled them or boasted about her powers, but today they saw who she was and what she could do.

"The management is hired by the Malhotra group. You can't fire me unless you have the authority to become Ishaan Malhotra by magic," Akram mocked while she folded her hands to her chest as she ordered, 

"Alok, take the patient to the OT because I might not be the Ishaan Malhotra himself but when I speak I do it on behalf of us both"

This confused the hell out of Akram, but in a second, his termination letter was presented before Sanvi. She held the papers and instead of using the pen her assistant was offering; she walked towards the insolent man, snatched the pen tucked inside the shirt of his pocket, threw open the lid using her thumb, and signed her name on the dotted line. As the papers were slapped on his chest, he saw Sanvi walk away briskly as if she ruled the arena. He picked the papers from the ground and the floor slipped beneath his feet as he saw the name on them, "Sanvi Ishaan Malhotra"

He was indefinitely a weak-hearted man because he fainted. Right then and there.

Ishaan removed his eyes from the scene with a smirk before bending to the man's height, "She speaks for us both and I speak to ensure her words transform into action"

As the crowd dispersed, he called for a guard standing nearby as he ordered, "Admit him to any government hospital because we don't treat patients who don't pay their bills before getting into accidents. Especially those who disrespect my better half"

He got up and looked at the way his wife went as he moved towards the canteen rolling his sleeves to cook his wife a meal she would direly need after those long hours of operation and her favorite biryani took a lot of time to cook. He anyway had all the time for her and he would make sure his wife knew that. He loved her enough in secret. Now was the time to be loud. He won't lose her because he is afraid of taking the leap of faith once again in life, he would dive into the depths of inefficient trials just to find his way to her heart.

After 4 hours of continuous toil, the operation was successful. The grateful family of the man stood before Sanvi thanking her profusely while she simply smiled telling them that she did what she had pledged to do while entering this profession. Removing her coat and changing into one of her spare sets of clothes that included a cotton kurti and comfortable jeans she started to walk towards the cafeteria. She needed something to keep her going urgently or else it would become difficult for her to drive home due to her tiredness.

On the way she was stopped by one of those people whom she hated the most. Vipda Mehta was just like her name, the biggest problem of her life. A calamity. Whenever she opened her mouth, she threw cruel taunts at her, not caring about everything else because, one, she didn't know who Sanvi was, and two; she hailed from an absolutely wealthy family.

Negativity was already taking a toll on Sanvi as the argument between her and Akram brought her to a phase where she realized the identity she had kept hidden for years was disclosed just like that. She hoped with crossed fingers that people didn't see her sign on the termination letter because she didn't want to burden Ishaan with her lingering presence after the month was over and she went back to her previous surname. She wouldn't want Maya or whoever was the best candidate to be his wife to live under her shadow.

Also, she hated throwing her status in people's faces to get things done. She had done just that today. Not that she regretted it, but some casual incidents of the day just leave you reeling.

"Hey, Sanvi!" Vipda greeted her with a sinister smile, ready with a new snarky remark to rile Sanvi up this time. She hated how Sanvi smiled and ignored unlike the rest of the department that kissed her feet to exist.

"Hi," she greeted back.

"I hope you have heard about the upcoming gala on Sunday. Oops! How would you? You are too lost in your head to focus on any social life at all. I appreciate how you monotonously travel from work to home and vice versa but come on girl, live a little. I would love to see you at this event," she said over-sweetly.

"Dr. Savita invited me already, but thanks for your encouragement. I'll try to be there," Sanvi said politely.

"But will you come like you always have? Like all Sati Savitri with a Mangalsutra dangling around your neck but no husband by your arm? We have never seen him, ever actually. Is your marriage even real, Sanvi, or is it a way to keep men away? Who is interested in you anyway?" Vipda snickered.

"If anyone tries to be interested in my wife, he'd have to lose his interest in life itself. That's her man's promise," a voice said from behind. 

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