Ishani and Kriti were sitting on the waiting chairs on the other side of the city at the hospital. The two were nervous and exhausted. Several minutes later, the mother of Ishani had an appointment with a famous expert to have a special check-up.

At this moment, Dr. Swati came into the corridor with a young male doctor. The young man was Dr. Ishaan.

As Dr. Swati caught sight of Ishani standing outside the ward, she smiled and spoke to Ishaan, "Doctor, that is the daughter of the patient—the woman whose case you are taking over." Yesterday, she was so anxious and kept on questioning whether her mother would be alright. I did not know much, so I supposed she ought to talk to you because you will know more about the situation of her mother.

Ishani looked at the face of her eyes dropping down to Ishaan as Dr. Swati introduced her. He forgot himself and everything about him for a moment. Ishani was casually gorgeous in his floral black and white short top and black jeans. Ishaan was unable to stop looking at her.

Dr. Swati nudged him gently. "Oh, yes," said she, "and get you down." Ishaan cleared his eyes, set himself in control, and a small smile came on his face.

When Ishaan and Dr. Swati came near, Ishani and Kriti jumped on their feet.

It is Ishani and Swati; this is Dr. Ishaan. Henceforth he will be dealing with the treatment of your mother. You may speak to him, should you wish to do so.

Ishaan looked at Ishani in surprise. So young—she almost could not believe that he was the expert all of the town was talking about. And, more, going to Dr. Swati, she leaned over and whispered in a nervous manner, Doctor... will he be really treating my mother?

Dr. Swati chuckled softly. Ishani, do not estimate him by his age. He may appear like a young man, yet he is among the leading neurologists in India. He succeeded in more than 99 percent, I told you last night. And so, you see, everything will be all okay now.

At this Ishani turned and looked back at Ishaan with great, expectant eyes. And once more, lost in his turn, Ishaan was—in the purity of her look, in the movement of her lips, and in the silent agony of her face. He had nearly forgotten that he was a doctor. He started to feel a racing heart, something that he had never experienced before.

Then Ishani spoke, and there was some little trembling in her voice, but it was full of truth. "Dr. "You know a great deal about me, Doctor," Swati told me. You are the best doctor in India, you see? Pray... pray make my mom better. I cannot stand seeing her in the hospital any longer. I'm begging you."

Her voice was so natural, so tender, that Ishaan immediately relaxed into an expression of rapture. "Ishani, there is nothing to worry about," smiling, he replied. I promise I'll do my very best. I am sure your mother will soon recover.