chapter 19

The door burst open, and Dr. Luke strode in, his eyes scanning the room. "What's going on?" he demanded, his gaze locking onto the doctor.The doctor filled him in on the situation, and Dr. Luke's expression grew increasingly grim. "I'll scrub in," he said, already moving towards the door. "Let's get him into surgery, now."Amaira felt a surge of confusion and nervousness. The stranger man, who undoubtedly was a doctor wanted to operate on her brother. If a doctor as senior as the previous one couldn't risk it then how could any simple doctor take the risk. She nodded, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. She finally made up her mind. Even if there is a small chance of survival, she would let this man operate on her brother.As the medical team rushed to prepare her brother for surgery, Amaira felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Dr. Luke's reassuring smile."We'll do everything we can," he promised, his eyes locking onto hers. Amaira nodded, feeling a slight glimmer of hope.Amaira's eyes were fixed on the surgical suite's doors, her heart racing with every passing second. She had been warned that the surgery would be complex, that there were no guarantees.Dr. Luke's voice echoed in her mind. "We'll do everything we can."The doors swung open, and a nurse emerged, her face somber. "Amaira, the surgery has begun."Amaira nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to see one of the hospital staff offering a comforting smile."We're all rooting for him," the woman said.Amaira nodded, her gaze drifting back to the surgical suite. She imagined the stranger and his team work tirelessly to save her brother's life.The minutes ticked by at a glacial pace. Amaira's mind was a jumble of emotions, her heart heavy with worry.And then, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the doors swung open again.Dr. Luke emerged, his face etched with exhaustion, but his eyes shining with a glimmer of hope.Amaira's heart skipped a beat. "How is he?" she demanded.Dr. Luke's smile was cautious. "The surgery was a success," he said with a warm smile.Amaira felt a wave of relief wash over her. For a moment she could see the divine light in the stranger's aura. Was he a god? She did not know but the one thing she knew was that he had saved Dilip."Right now, all he needs is rest and care. I_"He was about to continue when Amaira's phone rang again. It was from scar Boss."Sorry S_" but before Amaira spoke, Scar Boss's sharp voice echoed in her ear, "Come. Now."These two words send shivers down her spine. Amaira looked back at the kind eyes before her after the call got hung."Can I ask for a favor?" She was embarrassed but nevertheless she spoke, "I have to leave urgently. If it's okay, can you please ensure that my brother makes up to his room. I can't be here. And it will worry me if there's no one I know to put him back in his ward."Luke smiled, "No worries. I will leave only after your brother settles down." If you called him a human puppy, it would be less cute. He was just as vibrant and warm to melt any girl.Amaira gave a thank you smile and hastened out. She dreaded the coming possibility if she wasn't back quick, and she knew the consequences would be bad.***"Where is he?" Amaira whispered at Richard whom she was following."Waiting in the study. I would recommend you to not argue with him. Just listen to what he says." Richard advised."Is he that angry?" Amaira freaked out"He was silent and that's worse than being angry." Richard let out as he guided her to the study, giving a silent prayer as she entered.Scar Boss was on his desk, clearly not working yet holding some papers. It looked as though he was busy in thought and Amaira doubted whether he had even heard her entering.clearing her throat, Amaira called out. As though caught, Scar Boss had a surprised face which lasted for milliseconds. He cleared his throat to readjust his tone, "You're lucky the guest would come in the evening. Richard has kept your clothes on the bed. Get changed.""Yes" Amaira left the study with a surprised look. Initially she expected him to through insults or at least grumble and make her work but instead he just as her to get dressed. What was the sudden change about? Amaira did not understand. She sauntered towards her room quietly and entered the shower to get off her tired self. Thought of her brother haunted her.As soon as she came out the shower, she dashed to her phone and called the nurse. She regretted not having the Stanger doctor's number. When the nurse received the call, the Stranger Doctor had come to finish his last surgery. The nurse assured Amaira about her brother's condition, and she finally released her breath, not realizing she was holding them all this while. After the call ended Amaira didn't get up immediately. She sat on the bed, deep in thoughts not even noticing the dress kept beside her. Her mind raced with range of thoughts, first staring from her brother and ending up on her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend. Digesting the reality was yet hard for her. If not for her brother's condition and tiresome day, she would have cried the entire day. Any normal person would. Those memories filled with love, joy and laughter washed over her mind. After her parents' death, those were the best moments she had. Sometimes thoughts were like whirlpools bringing back all unnecessary pain and sufferings. Tears streamed down Amaira's eyes. She finally calmed herself down as the only thing remaining were slight sniffles. Just then the door barged open shocking Amaira. She had forgotten to lock the door!Scar Boss was stunned when he looked at her. He had wanted to check on her as she was taking longer but what met his sight was electrifying him. When Amaira saw the look on Scar Boss's face, she realized the actual problem. Amaira had covered herself only in a towel after the shower which covered her necessary areas but still put her milky skin to display.Both took the steps they could do to prevent the embarrassment. Amaira tried to cover herself with her hands, which were no use and Scar Boss hurriedly walked outside. He took a huge breath and said maintaining his tone, "I thought you died in there, so I came to check in. Hurry up and come in the living room." He stomped off not listening to a reply.Amaira was for a loss of words. She pushed her embarrassment aside and hurriedly wore the cloths. The guests would indeed arrive any second and she needed to be presentable. When she looked back at her reflection, she thought that something was not right. The dress was a long full sleeve light blue frock which had frilled. Honestly the color was pretty, but the design was not right. Amaira looked at the poor sloppy sleeves. She looked like a tarted witch ready to cast a spell. Amaira looked around her room and found a scissor at the bottom shelf. One thing Amaira loathed was an improper fashion and Amaira was never going to give up on a proper chance to dress up. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" She happily announced her reflection, the scissor being the only source of joy left in her life.