Spoiled Brat

Three days later.....

Tara just stepped out of the operation theatre when one of the nurse walked towards her, she was waiting out of the operation theatre for her, "Dr. Singhania.."

Tara looked at her, "What are you doing here?"

"Its about the VIP patient—"

"What about him?"

"He's awake and—"

"Let's go." Tara didn't waited for her to complete the sentence and strode towards the specific room.

He slipped in coma after operation that day and after three days he woke up today, which is an excellent news.

She pushed the door open, but stopped at the door, the atmosphere inside was chilly. The man was sitting on the bed with a furious look on his face. Two doctors were standing there with two other nurses, but by close observation she noticed them trembling.

Feeling another presence in the room he looked at the door to see a girl standing there, their eyes met and he froze momentarily.

Tara stared at the pair of hazel green orbs, it was like an abyss, so deep, so dark but blank & detached. 'This man is the second name of danger, don't look at him.' Her mind rang the warning bell in her head.

What exactly is going on here? Why's everyone looking so fearful? Wondering in her mind Tara start to examine the man when her eyes fall on the detached tube.

But then she noticed something more interesting which brought a faint but teasing smile on her face.

His uninjured left hand was tied with a handcuff with the bed.

Amusement danced in her eyes, she didn't noticed the pair of glaring eyes which were directed towards her.

She looked at the director who was standing at the farthest corner with a nonchalant look.

"May I know what's the problem?" She asked Stella, the nurse.

"Sir was trying to leave forcefully after he gained consciousness, he was not listening to the doctors, and that's why director handcuffed him." Tara nod in understanding as she heard the reason.

"Foolish people!!" The remark slipped out of her lips.

"Doctor, what's his condition?" She asked the two person who were trembling literally.

"W.. we didn't di.. did the check up, Dr. Tara." One of them stammered while replying.

With a curt nod she walked towards her mentor, "Gimme the key." Tara held her hand out, but the man refused, "You don't know him, let him stay like this."

Tara shook her head, "Just trust me."

She assured the old man, Peter looked at her briefly for a minute, then hand over the key.

She walked towards the bed and stopped just an inch away from him, then unlocked the handcuff. The man snatched his hand, he looked at Peter with his glaring eyes.

Then he spoke out, "Were you the one who did my operation?" Tara nodded her head in yes, "Also donated blood?" She nodded in yes again, the girl was quite amused by his rude behavior.

He spoke out again, "Okay, my assistant had already cleared the hospital bill. Name your amount for donating the blood, and let me go." He signalled his assistant who was standing beside the old man.

"Stop—"

"Relax mentor, lemme handle this." She stopped the old man from shouting.

Tara turned to look at him, "Did I permit you to leave?" She asked him in a calm manner making the man surprised.

"Sorry??" He looked at her questionably, probably didn't understood her question. He glared at her with warning.

"These looks will not work on me, sweetheart. So, answer my question. DID. I. ASK. YOU. TO. LEAVE??" Tara asked in a calm and composed manner. Her voice was soft, soothing yet commanding, there wasn't even a tinge of fear in it.

Her eyes were glowing like sparkling diamonds.

The man felt shocked for a moment, this is the first time someone called him sweetheart so casually and naturally, even commanded, and also not fearful of him.

And that made him feel uneasy, he turned more furious.

After a moment of silence, he replied coldly, "Who are you, and why do I need your permission??"

Stella felt goosebumps on her skin, she knows Dr. Sitara for more than a year now and very well known with her extremely bad temper.

She is not just any doctor but a renowned specialist. She is a globally awarded doctor. Nobody ever talks with her in this tone, she's so respected here.

Tara smirked, she was humored by the man's audacity. "Okay, let me tell you the answers to your questions. I am the person who sacrificed her sleep for you that night and operated you, I am the person whose blood is running in your veins.

I am the person who wasted so much efforts in all these days to just keep you alive. So, overall I am the person for whom you are sitting here safe & alive."

The man opened his mouth then closed not finding any suitable words. He just stared at Tara who was now attaching the tube in his hand again.

After that she helped him sit properly on the bed totally ignoring him, then carefully put his injured leg on the bed. The man wanted to protest but didn't found any words nor his body protested.

"Why didn't you changed the dressings?" Stella shook her head as she heard the question. "He didn't even let us touch him," Tara nod curtly in understanding.

She looked at the table beside the bed where everything was kept, sighing softly she took the scissor and started to cut the bandage on his head.

The man sat on the bed in a frozen state, his senses had long stopped working, he just inhaled the sweet rose & lavender scent which filled his nostrils while staring at her.

Tara didn't noticed the pair of eyes as she was focused on the dressing of his leg and head.

"Coming to the point, you faced a fatal accident and you were in coma for three days.

Also suffered a massive head injury and two bullet injuries on your right arm and back. Your left ankle is twisted, while your right hand broke, otherwise there are some minor injuries.

You are not allowed to leave this room without my permission. Your body is too week, so instead of throwing unnecessary tantrums, use your energy in recuperating. That's the only way to leave this place soon." She slowly explained his condition to him while changing his bandages.

All the people just stared at her in shock and astonishment, while they were even trembling to look in his eyes, she handled everything without any problems.

Tara did a quick checkup onto him before turning to leave, but then turned around as if she forgot something important, "Ohh, one more thing, if you really want to pay me off, then do as I say, instead of behaving like a spoiled brat."

"Now be good and take rest." She flashed him a smile and nod towards the director before leaving the room.

.....

The man was sitting in his room and thinking about the evening conversation with Tara. He felt frustrated and angry, how dare she talk with me in that tone, so what if she saved my life. She even called me spoiled brat, do I look like a spoiled brat?

What does she think of herself, How dare she orders me, I will take my revenge surely. He continued to huff and puff just like a little boy whose candy was snatched by his mother.

The door of his room opened, an old man entered inside with a smiling face. Walking towards him he sat on the stool, "How are you feeling now?"

He inquired about his health, but the guy turned more annoyed, "How would I feel?"

"What's the matter? Why are you still looking this annoyed?" Peter asked half amusedly.

The guy shoot him a glare, "Why are you here, didn't you had enough of entertainment?"

"Haaaah haaaaha haaahh!!" Peter laughed out loudly. After so long he found someone who has the guts to look into this brat's eyes without any fear.

"You're laughing? Tell me, do I look like a brat?" He felt rather annoyed.

Peter laughed out again, this time louder than before. After so long he's watching the kid behaving like this again, "Will you stop laughing?" He grit his teeth.

Peter stopped and looked at him, "You don't look like a brat, but you behaved like a brat."

"What you mean?"

"What I mean is, do you think your earlier behavior was right & expected? Think properly, after all she saved your life."