We got in. We went to a doctor. He gave us some forms to fill. Amayra started writing on them. "Doctor, yaha to likha h k wife ka naam dena compulsory h" She said. "Ji, yaha ham sirf married logo ka ilaaj krte h" He said. What kind of rule was that!? "Aur agar patient unmarried ho to?" I asked. "To Mumbai me aur bhi boht sare hospitals h!" He said rudely. "Kutrya!" Amayra whispered. I chuckled. She filled the form. The doctor took me from there. He checked my hand and placed a plaster on it. We came out of the room. "Inke haath ka dhyaan rakhiyega...do-tin din ese hi rakhna prega" Doctor said to Amayra. She nodded. We paid the fees and went from there. Maa sent a driver to take us home. We sat in the car. Suddenly a question raised in my mind. "Amayra, tumne wife ka naam kya likkha?" I asked. "Are chodo na! Tumhara kaam ho gya na...that's important" She said. "Amayra!" I insisted. "Mrs...Mrs Amayra Sumedh Mudgalkar" she whispered. I smiled and asked again. She repeated the answer in a bit loud voice. I smiled again.
We arrived home. Amayra was doing something on her phone. "Mrs Amayra Sumedh Mudgalkar, pohonch gey sasural, chale ab?" I asked. She blushed and got out of the car. Maa was really worried for me. I was surprised because she didn't say a word about Siddharth, who was injured as well. I didn't ask, actually she didn't give me the chance. "Dedda kya hua?" Angel asked worringly. I smiled and told her a fake story, since I hid my actual identity from ny family as well.