"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?" His voice dripped with possessiveness as he inched closer, demanding.
"Watch all my shows and count for yourself." I replied, feeling his tight grip on my waist.
"This belongs...
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My eyelids reluctantly lifted, and I winced as the glaring light prompted an immediate shut-eye response. A groan escaped my lips as the pounding in my head intensified.
"What the heck..." I muttered.
"Oh my goodness, you're awake. I'll fetch you some water," Tina's voice reached my ears.
"What in the world happened?" I questioned, my gaze darting around. I found myself in a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls.
"You were in a car accident. I should never have let you drive yourself," Tina sighed with a mixture of relief and frustration.
"Are you... Aria Kapoor? The actress?" An elderly man in the adjacent bed suddenly blurted out.
"No, she's not," Tina swiftly dismissed his inquiry, drawing the curtains around us for added privacy.
"I'll request a private room for you. It's not ideal to have you on display for everyone to see," she explained.
"God, my head is pounding," I complained.
"Do you remember anything?" Tina asked.
"I was driving with Benjamin, and then there was this white truck speeding toward us. It's all fuzzy after that. I vaguely recall being in an operating room, and there was this doctor talking. His eyes were mesmerizing, full of warmth and his hair was immaculately kept. You should have seen him, Tina," I recalled a hint of admiration in my voice.
"Oh dear, you really need some more rest," Tina exclaimed, genuine concern in her voice.
"I'll head back to the office for now, and I'll be back to check on you later. Please get some rest," she urged before departing.
After a while, a doctor entered my room. The moment our eyes met, there was a strange recognition that passed between us. I immediately knew he was the same doctor from the operating room. His pristine white coat and surgical mask somehow managed to enhance his already striking appearance as he approached.
Positioning himself beside me, he meticulously assessed the various monitors tracking my vitals, jotting notes on his clipboard.
"Do you feel any pain?" he inquired, his voice resonating with a captivating depth.
"My head is throbbing," I replied, keeping my gaze locked on him.
With gentle care, he examined my head injury.
"I'll prescribe some additional pain relief for you," he assured me.
With that, he headed toward the door, poised to leave.
"Wait, do you recognize me?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"You're my patient," he responded, his expression slightly puzzled.
"No, I mean, do I not look like someone you've seen on television or something?" I pressed further.
