Priyal's POV

While getting ready for going to my work, my eyes fell on the certificate and something special. I began looking at it when I remembered something...

"No you can't leave me. No! Wake up." cried I

"My friend, he is no more!" exclaimed Viren.

"You don't know buddy, my love can't leave me"

"But he has left you, and he won't like you to break down like this. Get up and make your love proud of you."

"B... but"

"No buts and ifs, get up and do so. I am there for you"

"Ok ! I know what my goal is. I would become the best psychiatrist ever"

"That's the spirit! Now my dream is also to make you succeed"

A teary yet proud smile crept on my lips and I felt proud for achieving what my Darsh wanted me to.

"That certificate and my Nobel Prize for work in Psychology is just a part of it. Darsh desired a lot more and so me. ", I said to myself.

I was just getting ready, when my phone beeped. My caller ID showed Viru...

"Hi Priyal"

"Hi Viren. Yes?"

"Do you remember that you are not in Washington, USA but in Mumbai?"

"Yes, my friend"

"Great! So reach the address that I have messaged you. I know that you would have not forgotten about our goal. Because your dedication is work is not hidden from me. Priyal please be a little distant from work. Why are you so much into work? I know you have a past but till when will you keep it beside yourself? Till when?" 

"It would be till the time I am alive. I don't want to fall again. I lost everyone. I am now even fearing to let anyone come close to me, Anyways, I have you and Nisha di and that's enough. For the professional front, keep all the papers and reports ready."

"I can't do anything. Alas! But yeah, meet you soon-ish " he sighed.

"Okay! Bye." I bid him bye. I am not at all a relation girl. 

India. The home of diversity, my home. Its soil scent is pulling me towards it. Its wind is making me feel home yet again. But this place is also the reason of my miseries and everything wrong that occurred with me. I sighed and moved towards the door. I was wearing a simple yellow crop top which was paired with a turquoise shade of jeans and black boots. I had a worn a bracelet and carried my sling. 

When I opened the door, something got mocked onto my nose badly. What I saw was looking terrible firstly which was a check dark black sphere. It was a mic. I moved a little back while caressing my nose and saw journalists bombarding tons of questions to me.

I remembered Darsh also practicing this with me where he acted to be a journalist and I became a successful psychiatrist just as am today. He also bombarded a lot of questions and I remembered answering them hesitantly. But now I have to be fully confident and quick with my answers.

Suddenly one of the questions brought me back from my flashbacks.

POV Ends

"Ma'am how do you feel getting your name published in the Guinness Book of World Records?"

"This is surely a great experience for me, getting name published in the world's most recognized books is an unexplainable conquering the world feeling.''

"Ma'am you also won the Nobel Prize for your work in Psychology. Would you like to tell something about it?"

"Of course! This was the output of my 4 years hard work. This prize is still a dream and I can't explain the feeling which I felt when I was given this prize."

"Ma'am Nobel Prize was one you got few months ago and what this is the Guinness Book one a week ago. So would you like to tell which titles or what are the world records in your favor?"

"Sure! I got two records. First being the youngest woman psychiatrist to endeavor the Nobel Prize in the field of psychology and second as the giving therapy or treating the most number of people."

"This sounds great!" a voice from behind that journalist chaos shrieked.

"This guy Viren will definitely make me embarrass" thought Priyal in her mind and she noticed Viren signaling to come fast as it was already late.

She answered a few more questions and then made her way to Viren.

"Loving attention, huh?" inquired Viren amusingly.

Prerna childishly nudged him with her elbow while moving into his Lamborghini. She was also relieved that finally she can go in Lamborghini as she was bored to travel in her BMW and Mercedes.

Not only this soul, these was another soul who was broken and even more than Priyal- Aarush.

Aarush's POV

''No leave her... leave her I said. Now" shouted I helplessly

"Leave me please, please" Nitya cried.

"You very well know what you have done with the Roys. You will have to pay back." the man said.

"Hey you stop this now. Nitya, don't get scared I am there. Stop crying love."  said and then continued ," Don't you dare touch her, you bastard"

"You are equally responsible, but I give you a chance to flee," shouted that bastard while commanding his friend to throw Nitya's half dead body as he had already chopped her neck brutally.

"NOOO!" I cried helplessly seeing my broken Nitya.

"Please don't have me Aarush. Please live happily.",  Nitya spoke her last words. And then she was nowhere to be seen after the train crumpled her. Yes she was crumpled under train, I shouted but no profit, no voice...

"No, this can't happen, my Nitya cannot leave me. No." I muttered under my breath after a few seconds when those bastards had fled away."

"Nooo", I shrieked while punching towards the glass covering of my compartment.

POV Ends

"What is he doing?"

"May be some other nightmare, what else? His nights are in days also. Drag him to his place and I would give him a current"

"Yes, if Mr. Array has told to do so then we should do that. But I pity the young lad."

"I know but what to do?"

After the current was given to him, he laid down on his chair half consciously and was shutting his eyes like he was given to the death. The caretakers did their job and reported to Mr. Array about their job.

Priyal entered the clinic with Viren and asked Mr. Array and Viren to hand her the reports soon-ish."

"Our job is to diagnose Aarush Sahay, the son of Mr. Manish Sahay. He has been attended by some psychiatrists before also but they failed. They have also advised Mrs. Mohini Sahay, Aarsuh's mother that it was of no use but she is adamant about trying till the last hope and they are actually getting financially weak and Mr. Sahay is actually a bedridden heart patient. They have all your hopes to you and you might be the last psychiatrist that they have decided to arrange for their son Aarush."

"That's really demotivating but I would try my level. This Priyal Banerjee won't stop until Aarsuh would be fine. Please show me the way towards Aarush's chamber. I got to know that he is given a special chamber." replied Priyal and she managed to hide a lone tear that escaped her eye. Viren noticed but shrugged off the thought. 

She was taken to his chamber.

"But ma'am what about your clothes? I mean to say won't you carry your medical coat?" Mr. Array asked Priyal.

"Mr. Array, actually, I believe to work as a friend rather than a doctor. So, I sometimes drop professionalism." Priyal smiled. 

"I have also heard that you don't treat someone as a patient but as a friend. Like, since the doctors, especially psychiatrists and psychologists, are required to manage a subtle distance from the patient, what would you prefer?" Mr. Christopher asked.

"That's a thing to consider. As per the latest guidelines and my researches, a person feels close to someone when there's a sense of a bit of touching. I mean, not intense, a li'l bit. However, I don't know if it crosses its limit, because, Aarush is a bit touchy. You may say that I am not a professional for him, but a friend." Priyal replied.

 Her heart was beating fast and didn't know reason. The chamber's door opened. 

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A thing to consider, a psychiatrist will be a bit touchy here, and it's all fictional. It is all fictional, away from facts, somehow. I guess I am clear. 

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