The feeling of love.

11. Get married or let me die!

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Priya's POV.

The day passed in a blink. Me serving for my patients as a doctor, forgetting my personal problems.

As a doctor, i have to prioritize my patients before me.

We all have something going in our own lives, infact many things going in our lives, but as a doctor, we have to serve to patients because their problems are much larger than ours and they need us, more than we need ourselves.

After that, i drived straight to my home.

I reached and directly went to my room, threw the reports on bed and sat on the corner of bed.

Hugging my knees i started crying, remembering all the times we spent together. (me and my dad).

After a crying session of 20-25 min maa entered my room.

As soon as she saw me crying, she started asking what happened?

"Priya beta, kya hua? Bata na beta! Kya hua hai? Office mein kuch hua? Koi patient ki death ho gyi? Tell me bacha I'm worried." Mumma said.

I glanced at her and took the reports. Showing them to maa i said,
"Aap puch rhe ho kya hua hai? Yeh hua hai! Look at these! Papa needs surgery! Are even understanding? A god damn SURGERY! And you're asking kya hua hai? Maa tell me honestly, papa kab se dawai nhi kha rhe hai? Sach batana aapko meri, meri toh aap log ko padi nhi hai, kanha ji kasam, batao, Kabse papa apni dawai miss kar rhe hai?" i asked her.

"Beta kabhi kabhi tension mein bhul jate hai woh!" ma

"Kabhi kabhi? Kabhi kabhi! Right! Mai hi pagal hu jo socha ki aaplog apna khayal rakh loge agar mai kaam pe dhyaan dungi to. Lekin nhi! Mujhe hi aaplog ki jimmedari nhi sambhali! Sorry ma! I'm at fault!" i said and got up to go to papa's room.

I entered with his reports and he was working on his laptop.

I placed the reports in front of him, he looked at me, and closed his laptop.

"Kya hua bache, tu ro rhi thi? Sab thik hai.?" he asked. I gestured him to read the reports.

He took it and started reading. His expression became serious.

"Papa tell me honestly aap kabse dawai nhi le rhe ho?" i asked calmly.

He remained silent. I shook his shoulder, he looked at me and i maintained my tranquil.

"Sorry." that's all he said.

Sorry? Seriously?

A damn fucking sorry?

After giving me a heart attack, sorry?

After snatching my breath for a moment, sorry?

After i was on the verge of panic attack, sorry?

Aaahhhhh!!!!!

"I'm sorry papa! I'm sorry! Mai aapka dhyaan nhi rakh payi. Mai apni beti hone ka farz nhi nibha payi! Mai aap pe dhyaan nhi de paayi! Mai apni professional ke saath apni personal life handle nhi kar payi. Mai aap log ko time nhi de paayi! I'm sorry!" i said and took a sit beside dad.

Complete silence.

Silence is something i love, but right now, it is holding my breath. Silence for one more minute and i will be found death.

Cause of death: Silence that didn't provide peace.

As the heaviness of unspoken words hung in the air, making the environment uneasy, i decided to break the silence. Not capable of holding the weight of unspoken words for too long.