Kolkata known as the City of Joy has right now become the city of trouble and traffic for Darshan. As he got into a tramp at Howrah, hardly sighting a seat to sit, his phone buzzed distracting him from his current task. His phone has been buzzing all this time when he was so busily involved in the search parade of a seat and back then impatiently waiting for any tramp to arrive.

After much of stress and strain, with lots of bickering and hovering he grounded a seat for himself and sighed in relief, cherishing his little achievement. Had his car not been in a repairing garage now he wouldn't go through all this nonsense of hustle and bustle of an ordinary life.

His constantly vibrating phone groaned angrily so he finally decided to pay some attention to it. Sliding out the phone smoothly from his back pocket he tapped the screen and shock registered him.

Thirty missed calls and to his dismay all were from the CEO, Aryan Shetty; which definitely didn't mean good news. God forbid, he has to learn to put his phone on normal mode which made him to mentally conclude that he is going to be chopped into innumerable parts or buried alive or worst something more heinous.

Darshan built up his courage seeking it from no one else but his own self and called back waiting for the storm to hit, and like the final beat of the hammer by a judge in a court room the line beeped and became active on the other end.

"Darshan, where the hell on earth are you?"Aryan scowled making him more confident that tomorrow everyone's visit to the cemetery is confirmed.

"Dr Shetty . . ." Darshan stammered, being the member of panel and moreover the best friend of Aryan didn't have the privilege of escaping away from the wrath of this emotionless man, especially when he is going through a bad day. Which he is having most of these days.

"Shall I count your attendance at the postmortem unless you have some other plans about bunking it?" Aryan asked terrifyingly, surely this confirmed he was in the worst of his moods.

"I'll be in quarter of the clock but I am wondering . . . "

"Before you slip into some other conversation let me remind you, today is the anniversary of Dr Suhana. I hope you remember that." Aryan completed declining the line, not even waiting for a decent reply from the man on the other side of the call. Obviously this was so typical of Aryan.

Darshan buried back the phone into its original place taking in a deep inhale of oxygen; the cool breeze entering the window soothed his nerves. A tramp ride was not a bad idea after all.

Today is the death anniversary of Suhana Bhattacharya. Eight years had passed of the sad event. Everyone close to her, including his family, is too hurt that they never mention it as a death anniversary because it is even the day when something good had happened and changed the statistics of the entire medical and science world in India.
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People choose different ways to express their emotions. Few show them openly some mask them and others unsuccessfully avoid them.

What can be the best way to celebrate the birth anniversary of RCSM (Research Centre of Science and Medicine) and mourn for the death anniversary of Suhana Bhattacharya?

Aryan choose to spend this day in an orphanage where as Darshan has the other plan of an old age home. Aryan distributes gifts and a priceless happiness to the children, by spending the day with the family less orphans; because nobody more than him can understand the pain of a broken family. A child's innocent smile can melt the whole universe is his strong belief.

Getting involved in replying to a central hub mail about some timetable, he didn't realize about his surroundings, a clank sound and then some tinkles pulled him out of his mail as his eyesight captured a girl fallen flat on the floor.

With smooth white complexion and perfectly chiseled curves her black tom flared dress gave her a diva look, while her brown hair was all splattered in different directions on the floor. Her eyes which were a sexy combination of hazel and black; quite odd but presently they were dangerously shooting daggers at Aryan who didn't have the slightest idea of what just happened.

Not any big of a deal.

Anything serious or impossible did not occur, it was just that like always Aryan was lost in the trance of his beauty phone, had accidentally bumped into the girl who was serving the kids a sumptuous lunch; maybe one of the helpers around the orphanage.

Aryan helped the girl up as she simply walked out from the scene heading for improvement of the situation, giving no importance to Aryan as if he was suddenly invisible like Mr. India or didn't exist at the moment.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience." He spoke timidly.

As if the girl finally realised he was turning himself visible to the mortal world or something, she stared blankly at him which was enough for him to regret his sorry; making him realize it was the wrong magical word he had used.

"I'm sorry but I don't think your one sorry can replace this pretty damage Mr. Richie." She gave Aryan a once over from top to bottom staring at his three piece grey suit, which made him even question his own decision that why out of all the days he decided to put on his formal wear.

Her mix of hazel and black were not so kindly judging him, obviously any worker from the orphanage could easily guess that a man in a three freaking piece with two Audio convertible cars parked aligned at the gate could only be a rich bright man.

Aryan couldn't help but smile which obviously annoyed the beauty standing in front of him. With one click and a phone call to Voina; his assistant, he assured that no one is left hungry; although it took her a good ten minutes to reach. His smile plastered into a smirk which was blanched enough to drive the beauty's annoyance into peaks. Surprisingly she smiled back maybe out of generosity for handling the situation in such a cocky and bossy manner, wiping out the smirk on his face when he caught up with the sarcasm of her fake smile.

None though she still continued smiling. Did someone just conduct any smiling competition?

"Thanks Mr. Richie."

With that the girl left from there leaving traces of her existence in the dust particles shining against the bright daylight. Aryan again got busy with his mail about the central hub, completely forgetting the fact that he had just met a girl. A Beautiful girl.

Huffing and puffing, like a criminal on parole, Darshan gave an apologising entry trying to ease up the annoyance of Aryan, completely aware of the fact that coming to meet him after bunking the postmortem for an important panel meeting was one more of his wrong badass bad ideas.

"I'm sor..rr.y ..."

Aryan didn't wait for even a second and hit him straight on his head with the edge of his beauty phone.

"Ouch.... Shetty this is so shitty." Darshan hissed in mock pain relieved that his best friend was not in over the edge type of bad mood at all. Maybe he had finally met a girl, he thought proudly.

"Shut up Darshan. Like about million times I had told you stop giving me wrong information."

"Your voice is so fierce dude."

Aryan started walking into the lawn of the place dragging Darshan by his collar very dramatically as few of the children stilled in their processes to watch the two best friends fight.

"Aryan stop it ah... Or I'll call the media."
Darshan threatened trying to pull away from the death threat to his shirt, and he used the scheme of media because Aryan even being the CEO of the organization, was always low profile like behind the camera type of man.

"Goodness! Look who has finally grown the balls of threatening."

Darshan ran into the grass where children were playing around merrily, with Aryan following his trail they reached in between a bunch of kids trying to productively play football with a basketball ball.

"Okay. Now that you have settled I have something important to talk about the PM."

Postmortem.

Darshan instantly settled in the grass trying not to hit the ant hill with his shoes, as Aryan landed with much of ease beside him with a thump.

The sun was at its bizarre shining like the only king existing in the sky challenging the universe to invade him, with hot breeze playing around dancing in the open field without the fear of falling apart and still in all this fascinating beauty there was chaos spiked in everyone's lives.

"This is the fifth case in this two months Darshan, but nobody is ready to heave my theory they tell there is nothing abnormal."

Darshan sighed knowing very well where Aryan was reaching again. You talk about the whole world with him but again this man will be back to square one. Aryan has been suspecting a rare disease in the air which is being very dreadful in proving medically or either scientifically as it seems that this is the work of some anti medicinal group who are testing this new virus; he had his stakes on CORAL mostly. Aryan has been strongly telling how harmful it can be to the humankind but without any proof.

"Shitty it's a theory so they will obviously tell it is normal because there are lots of other important things RCSM has to look after."

"I know. But think if we find out, many deaths can be prevented."

"Dr Aryan Shetty the day you took the oath of being the CEO is the day you choose the responsibility of an organization over the duty of a doctor. Get that thick straight in your head." Aryan had nothing to argue on this because he knew partly Darshan was right, maybe being the CEO was an impulsive responsibility acceptance action for him but at least it was a benefit for the employees and well being of the organization. If not him someone had to take up the responsibility.

Destiny bought me back played on his phone reviving him from the conflicting thoughts of responsibility and duty

"What? Why the hell you didn't inform me earlier?" Aryan scowled making Darshan jump two feet away from the ticking bomb, making him also believe that Aryan is still the man who can be both cold and hot at the same time.

"Okay. I'll be coming."

Aryan scowled declining the call, as Darshan eyed him cautiously from his right peripheral checking whether Aryan was going to jump, shout, hoot or anything and when nothing triggered he raised his eyebrows at Aryan in a questioning manner.

"Shravan Sir is visiting." Aryan muttered giving no clarity of the already fucked up atmosphere. Then after a moment realization drowned him like a current hit of a wave.

"Sir is at the building?"
Darshan said half clearing his own quest and half reassuring Aryan to be ready for a brief explanation about the bodies in G7.

Aryan fished out his keys frantically and ran to the Black Audi followed by Darshan who was now dialing up some number in his sleek phone, maybe backup for G7.

"We need to reach afap." Aryan said firing the engine in a not so peaceful haste of reaching RCSM quickly so that at least minimum damage control could be possibly done.

As fast as possible. This oddly coded language only Darshan could understand because he had bared this guy from medical school. Right now all that mattered is reaching the institute before Shravan Bhattacharya does; because dead bodies speak many things and the more you talk to them the deeper you can understand their story.