Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 11: Who Does She Think She's Kidding?

Sidharth’s face was inscrutable, but his eyes seemed to grow darker, like the gloomy, sunless sea before a
hurricane. He looked at Sandeep, his arms crossed and his gaze imperious. “Is there no other way?”

“Well, not exactly,” said Sandeep, smugly. He wiped the beads of sweat off his brow with a handkerchief. He then removed his glasses, and began taking his time by leisurely wiping them with a cleaning cloth.

“What do you mean?”

“If you absolutely insist on wiping your memories, the only way to do it is to physically remove them—surgery, in other words. We’ll cut a piece out of your frontal lobe—” Sandeep risked glancing at Sidharth, but did not wait to see his reaction to what he was being told. He barreled on. “But this
will have serious consequences. Boss, you are a high- ranking military man, the military will never let you undergo
a surgery of this kind. And besides, the military will want to know why. What are you going to tell them?” Sandeep was completely candid in his analysis of the pros and cons.

“F*ck!” Sidharth slammed his fist into the metal door, hard enough to leave a dent.

Sandeep’s brows shot up at this. He laughed, and decided to have a bit of fun at Sidharth’s expense. “What’s the
matter, Boss? Why are you getting so worked up? With your incredible willpower and self-control, I’m sure all you have to do is tell yourself you want to forget the experience and the
memory will be gone, just like that, easy-peasy! Surely something as trivial as this isn’t going to be a problem for
you?”

“Of course not.” Sidharth loudly and deliberately cracked his knuckles in front of Sandeep, his face as rigid as
stone.

Sandeep began to sweat again. If he wanted to live to see tomorrow, it would be best if he quickly changed the subject. In his flustered mind, he remembered Shehnaaz and immediately used her to deflect Sidharth’s anger.

“Boss, I have to go check on Sana. A little virgin girl like her, God only knows what you did to her last night—” “Hold it.” Sidharth stopped him, his brows furrowed.

“Get a female doctor to check on her.”
“Boss, you are discriminating against male doctors!” Sandeep protested with a straight face, but before Sidharth
could react to this, Sandeep quickly switched on his pager and said, “Doctor Ghosh, please report to General Shukla’s quarters. We need you for a secret mission.”

At this, Sidharth finally let him off the hook. He dropped his hand, walked to the window, and stood looking
out, his arms folded. “I assume you understand that some things will have to be kept confidential.”

“Confidential! Yes, of course, no problem!” Sandeep nodded vigorously and deferentially, the very model of contrition. He did not want to get on Sidharth’s bad side again.

Sidharth merely gave him a cold look and said nothing.

It didn’t take long for Soniya Ghosh to appear with a medical kit.

She greeted Sidharth with a military salute, then looked over to Sandeep. “Doctor Agarwal, what is the
mission?”

Sandeep indicated the bedroom and led Soniya Ghosh towards it, saying, in a low voice, “You know Shehnaaz Gill, yes? She was attacked, if you get what I mean. We only just rescued her. Go check on her, see how bad it is, and treat her injuries.”

Soniya Ghosh was also a Medical Officer, working under Sandeep Agarwal.

She was shocked to hear this and immediately asked, “What? Who did it? Have you arrested the culprit?”
Sandeep’s eyes flew towards Sidharth, who turned wordlessly away from them and towards the window.
Sandeep’s mouth twitched. He
coughed softly, then said indignantly, “Don’t be nosy. And anyway, did you honestly think that General Shukla would let the attacker go free? I’ll
have you know that he’s already smashed the bastard’s bones to pieces and spread his ashes to the wind. Now
remember, you absolutely have to keep this a secret.