Diary of a House Officer/Intern

Chapter 8

Little by little, Mishal had warmed to Imtesal. Perhaps his fairly obvious attempts to get her to like him had worked. Imtesal had randomly brought up the talk of marriage while they sat in the library, and Mishal muttered. 'Ew, I'm not marrying a doctor, ewwww'. probably shattering all of Imtesal's wedding dreams then and there. But there was one thing Kinza knew, which was that Imtesal was extremely persistent and still would not stop.

Simran had been eavesdropping on their conversations almost daily while they sat at the famous cocaine table. Her plans during housejob were not to learn anything but to find herself a groom. She had already gauged everybody's lifestyles and not one lived in Defence. She was aiming for a JLE-aspirant, preferably with a greencard and a huge mansion in Defence. She wanted to be rich, and she did not want to slave away her life in the ruins of Civil like the rest. She had considered Humayun but turned out he did not have a greencard so she gave up on him. She had planned to find out about the rest of the wards so she could catch herself a victim from there instead. 

They were all waiting for the morning rounds to begin but Dr. Haris had not reached yet, neither had Dr. Rena. Kinza had already assumed they were dating despite Dr. Haris having a full-fledged wife and kids but that did not stop anyone in this hospital. News had erupted fairly recently where the H.O.D of ENT had found himself a 2nd wife in one of his PGs. Not only that he ended up cheating on her with a nurse. So anything was possible here.