The story of two poles, who don't know each other at all. Meet because of the family but love each other on their own will. Srida Sharma and Anshuman Bansal was a two opposite pole but get attracted by each other but after soo many hard work. Soo, l...
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Never in my life did I imagine myself staring at a man like a prey. However, this man is making it hard for me to avert my gaze from his perfect body-broad shoulders that suggest he maintains his health and diet, veiny hands, shirt rolled up, making me drool, a perfectly sharp jaw, hazel eyes only noticeable with great concentration, perfect eyebrows, and impeccably set hair.
'SRIDA, CONTROL!!!!!!!' My mind mocked me. I shifted my gaze to his office; it showcased numerous trophies and certificates. Judging by the certificates, I thought he might be a bookworm. Suddenly, a tap on my hand snapped me back to reality. I looked towards the owner; he was staring intensely. I diverted my gaze to regain control of my rapidly beating heart. Oh, God!
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"Srida, may I ask why you were boxing without gloves? It could be severe; what if rough punches caused dislocated bones?" he asked with a concerned voice, noticing she was avoiding eye contact.
"I believe I made it clear; it's just a minor injury that doesn't require much attention. It should be fine in one or two days," she responded with a stern look, pulling her hand back from his grip.
"I see. Has Ms. Srida Sharma earned a Ph.D. in medicine?" he retorted sarcastically, annoyed by her stern replies.
"Alright, the patient is treated. Now, can we focus on the presentation? The file contains all the information. If you have any questions for me or my team, feel free to ask," her voice exuded professionalism.
"No, the treatment isn't over. First, tell me why you were boxing without gloves," he said, leaning towards her, maintaining eye contact. "I don't find it useful to tell you" She looked back at the window behind him.
"I am still your doctor who attends to you. I need all the information on this case, and for your information, Dr. Anshuman Bansal does not take his patients' cases lightly. So please tell me!" he said in a soft voice that melted Srida.
"Did he just say 'please'?" she questioned herself, narrowing her eyes to him seeing if its truth. "Nothing, I was just practicing boxing," she didn't want to tell the truth.
"That's not what I asked. Why were you boxing without gloves?" his voice come out straight as he was controlling himself to burst out because of her carelessness. "Because I forgot to wear them," she shrugged her shoulders.
