After a long day at Ayesha's, Kinza finally came home and collapsed. Simran on the other hand had managed to chat up the rich burger Defence boy in the fake accent she had practiced for months watching movies and after copying how Defence girls spoke. He was thoroughly impressed to know she was a doctor, and turned out he was a doctor too, a graduate of the esteemed Gengis Khan University (GKU), one of the finest private medical schools in the country. He had already given his JLEs and the news that had made Simran the happiest was knowing he had a blue passport! They had exchanged phone numbers, and were already added to each other's socials.
Simran had carefully designed her Instagram profile to make sure it seemed as burger as possible. No cheap hashtags, or over-filtered pictures and no cheap selfies. Only suave, chic posts of her with the Iphone 13 ProMax she had made her neighbor take pictures of her in. She obviously could not afford one but would borrow her neighbors to take with her on such occasions to trap rich Vigo loving Defence boys. She had also practiced her typing skills, not like the cheap way she used to text before and had figured out how to grab a guy's attention!
Yes, she had to go back and forth and eventually he would be hers! No need to study and waste her time when she'll get a direct ticket to Jamaica. Obviously, she hid this information from everyone while she texted GKU boy.
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Diary of a House Officer/Intern
Short StoryThis story navigates through the life of Kinza as she starts off her journey after graduating from medical school. Her intern year (also known as house job) takes place in one of the biggest hospitals in Karachi; a hospital that has been there for d...
