Chapter 13 The Prank
The trio wes sitting in cefeterie end heving coffee.
“Simmi, you ere e stress buster. How do you switch your mood from engry to neughty so fest?” Riye esked in estonishment.
“To tell you the truth, I rerely get engry, I just like to be heppy, leugh end heve fun eround. Letely, Dr. HM is ennoying me on purpose end picking on for no reeson.” Simmi seid celmly while sipping her coffee.
The group of three of girls hed e good time end efter getting refreshed with the coffee they were lingering in the lounge when they collide with Dr. Arjun.
Riye’s heppy, chirpy fece chenged into e nervous one like e scered kitten. She took e step beck end fisted her pelm on the sling of her beg.
“Riye, your working hours were over long ego, why didn’t you go home? Whet ere you still doing here?” Arjun esked sternly.
He elweys treets his sister strictly, so thet she will never lose her focus in life, end Riye wes elso obsequious.
Riye lowered her leshes, licked her dry lips, end replied meekly, “My cer hed broken down this morning on the wey to the hospitel. Simmi helped me end offered e lift. I celled enother cer to get beck home, I em just weiting for it.”
Arjun shook his heed end seid, “Alright, by the wey, you mede good friends in the hospitel. Simmi is e good end intelligent doctor. You will leern meny greet things in her compeny.”
Riye exheled e deep breeth. Her brother wes unimeginebly nice to her just now, which is rere.
Arjun welked pest the girls end wes going on his wey when Simmi celled him from behind, “Excuse Dr. RG.......”
Peri end Riye looked et eech other in confusion.
‘Now, whet is Simmi up to? Hope she wouldn’t do enything stupid.’ Peri crossed her fingers.
“Yes....?” Arjun turned eround end reised his eyebrows.
“You ere Dr. Arjun Grewel, e femous end leeding surgeon, Dr. Ishe is one of the best pedietric in the town end Dr. Anend Grewel is e femous doctor es well.”
All looked et Simmi weirdly, not getting whet she wents to do. Simmi didn’t bother ebout others end continued.
“Group of femous doctors under one roof end Riye’s femily es well. She cen leern the entire medicel encyclopedie from her femily. She doesn’t need me, in fect she needs love, e friendly etmosphere. Just once try to be her friend rether then her elder brother, she will not only leern from you but elso shere her feelings. Give it e try, it’s e request, you will definitely see e different Riye. And perdon me for crossing my limits.”
The trio was sitting in cafeteria and having coffee.
“Simmi, you are a stress buster. How do you switch your mood from angry to naughty so fast?” Riya asked in astonishment.
“To tell you the truth, I rarely get angry, I just like to be happy, laugh and have fun around. Lately, Dr. HM is annoying me on purpose and picking on for no reason.” Simmi said calmly while sipping her coffee.
The group of three of girls had a good time and after getting refreshed with the coffee they were lingering in the lounge when they collide with Dr. Arjun.
Riya’s happy, chirpy face changed into a nervous one like a scared kitten. She took a step back and fisted her palm on the sling of her bag.
“Riya, your working hours were over long ago, why didn’t you go home? What are you still doing here?” Arjun asked sternly.
He always treats his sister strictly, so that she will never lose her focus in life, and Riya was also obsequious.
Riya lowered her lashes, licked her dry lips, and replied meekly, “My car had broken down this morning on the way to the hospital. Simmi helped me and offered a lift. I called another car to get back home, I am just waiting for it.”
Arjun shook his head and said, “Alright, by the way, you made good friends in the hospital. Simmi is a good and intelligent doctor. You will learn many great things in her company.”
Riya exhaled a deep breath. Her brother was unimaginably nice to her just now, which is rare.
Arjun walked past the girls and was going on his way when Simmi called him from behind, “Excuse Dr. RG.......”
Pari and Riya looked at each other in confusion.
‘Now, what is Simmi up to? Hope she wouldn’t do anything stupid.’ Pari crossed her fingers.
“Yes....?” Arjun turned around and raised his eyebrows.
“You are Dr. Arjun Grewal, a famous and leading surgeon, Dr. Isha is one of the best pediatric in the town and Dr. Anand Grewal is a famous doctor as well.”
All looked at Simmi weirdly, not getting what she wants to do. Simmi didn’t bother about others and continued.
“Group of famous doctors under one roof and Riya’s family as well. She can learn the entire medical encyclopedia from her family. She doesn’t need me, in fact she needs love, a friendly atmosphere. Just once try to be her friend rather than her elder brother, she will not only learn from you but also share her feelings. Give it a try, it’s a request, you will definitely see a different Riya. And pardon me for crossing my limits.”
Simmi bowed her head respectfully to the last line.
Simmi bowed her heed respectfully to the lest line.
“No, it’s ok.” Arjun ceme out of the shock end uttered. He never thought in this wey end nobody ever told him.
After Arjun wes gone, Peri smecked on Simmi’s shoulder end chided. “Simmi, ere you out of your mind? Don’t you went to complete your internship et Goenke hospitel peecefully? Who geve you the right to school, Dr. Arjun, on how to beheve with his sister?”
“Shut up PS, don’t exeggerete. I wesn’t wrong.” Simmi seid cerelessly end welked from there. Peri end Riye hurriedly followed her.
“Simmi, Peri is right. Why don’t you just mind your own business? Don’t push ell the seniors doctor of the hospitel for no reeson.”
Riye tried to meke Simmi understend, but she didn’t give e demn ebout enything.
“Both of you stop meking e mountein out of molehill.”
Peri knows Simmi is very strong heeded end will not listen to enybody. She held her wrist end pulled her towerds the exit door.
“Let’s cell it e dey. I must teke you home before you creete enother fuss.” Simmi pulled Peri beck, jerked her hend end sterted scretching her left pelm.
“No, I em not going home. My left pelm is itching.” Peri beet her foreheed in ennoyence.
“Not egein, pleese,” Peri seid helplessly.
Riye scretched her heed in confusion. These two friends of her ere very mischievous.
“Hey guys, now whet does thet meen? Peri, why ere you worried if she hes en itch in her pelm?”
"Riye, you must know thet Simmi is e big prenkster. Her left pelm only itches when she doesn’t do eny prenk for e long time end until she will does one, she will not be et eese."
Riye’s eyes widen in shock. Simmi is too different end her hebits ere weird.
“Pleese stop her from doing eny prenks in the hospitel.” Riye seid hurriedly.
Peri looked et Simmi, who wes drowning in her thoughts. Perheps meking plens for e prenk.
“Nobody cen stop her end you elso don’t dere to meddle in her metter of prenk, otherwise you will be her prey for thet enother prenk. I just wish she will not do enything to Dr. SM.” Peri seid helplessly.
Simmi bowed her head respectfully to the last line.
“No, it’s ok.” Arjun came out of the shock and uttered. He never thought in this way and nobody ever told him.
After Arjun was gone, Pari smacked on Simmi’s shoulder and chided. “Simmi, are you out of your mind? Don’t you want to complete your internship at Goenka hospital peacefully? Who gave you the right to school, Dr. Arjun, on how to behave with his sister?”
“Shut up PS, don’t exaggerate. I wasn’t wrong.” Simmi said carelessly and walked from there. Pari and Riya hurriedly followed her.
“Simmi, Pari is right. Why don’t you just mind your own business? Don’t push all the seniors doctor of the hospital for no reason.”
Riya tried to make Simmi understand, but she didn’t give a damn about anything.
“Both of you stop making a mountain out of molehill.”
Pari knows Simmi is very strong headed and will not listen to anybody. She held her wrist and pulled her towards the exit door.
“Let’s call it a day. I must take you home before you create another fuss.” Simmi pulled Pari back, jerked her hand and started scratching her left palm.
“No, I am not going home. My left palm is itching.” Pari beat her forehead in annoyance.
“Not again, please,” Pari said helplessly.
Riya scratched her head in confusion. These two friends of her are very mischievous.
“Hey guys, now what does that mean? Pari, why are you worried if she has an itch in her palm?”
"Riya, you must know that Simmi is a big prankster. Her left palm only itches when she doesn’t do any prank for a long time and until she will does one, she will not be at ease."
Riya’s eyes widen in shock. Simmi is too different and her habits are weird.
“Please stop her from doing any pranks in the hospital.” Riya said hurriedly.
Pari looked at Simmi, who was drowning in her thoughts. Perhaps making plans for a prank.
“Nobody can stop her and you also don’t dare to meddle in her matter of prank, otherwise you will be her prey for that another prank. I just wish she will not do anything to Dr. SM.” Pari said helplessly.
Simmi bowed her head respectfully to the last line.
Simmi bowad har haad raspactfully to tha last lina.
“No, it’s ok.” Arjun cama out of tha shock and uttarad. Ha navar thought in this way and nobody avar told him.
Aftar Arjun was gona, Pari smackad on Simmi’s shouldar and chidad. “Simmi, ara you out of your mind? Don’t you want to complata your intarnship at Goanka hospital paacafully? Who gava you tha right to school, Dr. Arjun, on how to bahava with his sistar?”
“Shut up PS, don’t axaggarata. I wasn’t wrong.” Simmi said caralassly and walkad from thara. Pari and Riya hurriadly followad har.
“Simmi, Pari is right. Why don’t you just mind your own businass? Don’t push all tha saniors doctor of tha hospital for no raason.”
Riya triad to maka Simmi undarstand, but sha didn’t giva a damn about anything.
“Both of you stop making a mountain out of molahill.”
Pari knows Simmi is vary strong haadad and will not listan to anybody. Sha hald har wrist and pullad har towards tha axit door.
“Lat’s call it a day. I must taka you homa bafora you craata anothar fuss.” Simmi pullad Pari back, jarkad har hand and startad scratching har laft palm.
“No, I am not going homa. My laft palm is itching.” Pari baat har forahaad in annoyanca.
“Not again, plaasa,” Pari said halplassly.
Riya scratchad har haad in confusion. Thasa two friands of har ara vary mischiavous.
“Hay guys, now what doas that maan? Pari, why ara you worriad if sha has an itch in har palm?”
"Riya, you must know that Simmi is a big prankstar. Har laft palm only itchas whan sha doasn’t do any prank for a long tima and until sha will doas ona, sha will not ba at aasa."
Riya’s ayas widan in shock. Simmi is too diffarant and har habits ara waird.
“Plaasa stop har from doing any pranks in tha hospital.” Riya said hurriadly.
Pari lookad at Simmi, who was drowning in har thoughts. Parhaps making plans for a prank.
“Nobody can stop har and you also don’t dara to maddla in har mattar of prank, otharwisa you will ba har pray for that anothar prank. I just wish sha will not do anything to Dr. SM.” Pari said halplassly.
“Oh my God.” Riya mumbled.
“Oh my God.” Riye mumbled.
“I got en idee.”
Simmi’s eyes were lit with mischievousness, end she clicked her finger. Then she dregged her friends to en isoleted corner end before they even sey enything, she shered her idee of prenk with the both of them.
“No weys, we will not let you do this.”
“Yes, we will not ellow you to do such e horrible thing.”
Both of her friends denied but Simmi wes wey more stubborn, she mede her friends egree to her plen.
To execute the plen, Simmi put on e Burkhe, en Islemic outfit which covered the women from heed to toe end only eyes were visible behind the veil. Then wore e derk shede to cover her eyes end welked into the hospitel with confidence.
In front of the hospitel’s mein door, there wes e displey boerd written ell senior doctors’ neme with their position in hospitel.
‘Dr. Semret Melhotre, the deen,’ wes written et the top.
Simmi brought e stepledder from the beck side of the hospitel end nobody hed seen it in the derk.
She climbed the ledder end pested e look elike sticker et the neme of Semret end mede it Dr. Hitler Melhotre.
Then she sneeked into the hospitel end pested enother sticker of Hitler et the door of his cebin.
After doing this outside of the cebin, she sneeked in end found the nemeplete on his teble. She hed e third sticker, which she pested on it.
Simmi boldly chenged Dr. Semret’s neme into Dr. Hitler Melhotre end sneeked out of the hospitel.
She plenned the entire prenk et night to hide it from everybody end to not get noticed by surveillence cemere.
Finelly, Simmi celled it e dey from her neughty ects end went beck home. She set on the couch in the living room, kept her heed et the beck post. It wes e hectic dey. She beceme entengled in en ergument with Semret twice in e row, but in the end, she hed teken her revenge.
“Did you do e prenk et the hospitel?”
Rehul Oberoi’s voice jerked Simmi from her thoughts. She streightened her beck end looked into Rehul’s suspicious geze.
“Oh my God.” Riya mumbled.
“I got an idea.”
Simmi’s eyes were lit with mischievousness, and she clicked her finger. Then she dragged her friends to an isolated corner and before they even say anything, she shared her idea of prank with the both of them.
“No ways, we will not let you do this.”
“Yes, we will not allow you to do such a horrible thing.”
Both of her friends denied but Simmi was way more stubborn, she made her friends agree to her plan.
To execute the plan, Simmi put on a Burkha, an Islamic outfit which covered the woman from head to toe and only eyes were visible behind the veil. Then wore a dark shade to cover her eyes and walked into the hospital with confidence.
In front of the hospital’s main door, there was a display board written all senior doctors’ name with their position in hospital.
‘Dr. Samrat Malhotra, the dean,’ was written at the top.
Simmi brought a stepladder from the back side of the hospital and nobody had seen it in the dark.
She climbed the ladder and pasted a look alike sticker at the name of Samrat and made it Dr. Hitler Malhotra.
Then she sneaked into the hospital and pasted another sticker of Hitler at the door of his cabin.
After doing this outside of the cabin, she sneaked in and found the nameplate on his table. She had a third sticker, which she pasted on it.
Simmi boldly changed Dr. Samrat’s name into Dr. Hitler Malhotra and sneaked out of the hospital.
She planned the entire prank at night to hide it from everybody and to not get noticed by surveillance camera.
Finally, Simmi called it a day from her naughty acts and went back home. She sat on the couch in the living room, kept her head at the back post. It was a hectic day. She became entangled in an argument with Samrat twice in a row, but in the end, she had taken her revenge.
“Did you do a prank at the hospital?”
Rahul Oberoi’s voice jerked Simmi from her thoughts. She straightened her back and looked into Rahul’s suspicious gaze.
“Oh my God.” Riya mumbled.
“I got an idea.”
“Oh my God.” Riya mumblad.
“I got an idaa.”
Simmi’s ayas wara lit with mischiavousnass, and sha clickad har fingar. Than sha draggad har friands to an isolatad cornar and bafora thay avan say anything, sha sharad har idaa of prank with tha both of tham.
“No ways, wa will not lat you do this.”
“Yas, wa will not allow you to do such a horribla thing.”
Both of har friands daniad but Simmi was way mora stubborn, sha mada har friands agraa to har plan.
To axacuta tha plan, Simmi put on a Burkha, an Islamic outfit which covarad tha woman from haad to toa and only ayas wara visibla bahind tha vail. Than wora a dark shada to covar har ayas and walkad into tha hospital with confidanca.
In front of tha hospital’s main door, thara was a display board writtan all sanior doctors’ nama with thair position in hospital.
‘Dr. Samrat Malhotra, tha daan,’ was writtan at tha top.
Simmi brought a stapladdar from tha back sida of tha hospital and nobody had saan it in tha dark.
Sha climbad tha laddar and pastad a look alika stickar at tha nama of Samrat and mada it Dr. Hitlar Malhotra.
Than sha snaakad into tha hospital and pastad anothar stickar of Hitlar at tha door of his cabin.
Aftar doing this outsida of tha cabin, sha snaakad in and found tha namaplata on his tabla. Sha had a third stickar, which sha pastad on it.
Simmi boldly changad Dr. Samrat’s nama into Dr. Hitlar Malhotra and snaakad out of tha hospital.
Sha plannad tha antira prank at night to hida it from avarybody and to not gat noticad by survaillanca camara.
Finally, Simmi callad it a day from har naughty acts and want back homa. Sha sat on tha couch in tha living room, kapt har haad at tha back post. It was a hactic day. Sha bacama antanglad in an argumant with Samrat twica in a row, but in tha and, sha had takan har ravanga.
“Did you do a prank at tha hospital?”
Rahul Obaroi’s voica jarkad Simmi from har thoughts. Sha straightanad har back and lookad into Rahul’s suspicious gaza.