Hello everyone,
The next two chapters are gonna be long,i just went with the flow and i really don't want to break the essence of it.
So stay tuned for the next updates.
Happy reading!
HANIA
6 month's later
"Get up we are getting late!!! I whisper shouted at him.
He lifted his gaze to me from the phone "Wait we just finished...we didn't even had our lunch yet!" he looked at me chewing his gum.
He is enjoying the match on his phone,"But we have a seminar today... Hamza..i don't want to be late like last time." I tried to explain him, but when did he listen to me?
Whatever I do..even if I jump from the cliff i think he'll have the same boring and plain expression..i think.
"But it'll start in forty five minutes we have plenty of time" he continued watching his game ignoring my words.
Football is more important to him,than anything in this world...
I just walked away, cause i don't have any energy left in me to start stupid arguments with him.
This degree is breaking me in every possible away, as i was excited as a kid to become a doctor,now I'm crying like a baby, coping up with the hectic schedule.
And I'm just in the ending of second year,i don't know how I'll manage three more years!!
And it's been six months, since i visited my parents... because all my weekends will pass by completing records, studying for exams, preparing for seminars or just by overthinking my life decisions lately.
I submitted the file to the intern which i completed in a jet speed and returned back.
As I was on my way "Hania wait!" I heard someone calling me. I turned around to see Shruthi with a load of papers in her hands.
Please not again...i really can't..
She walked towards me "Hania if you don't mind Can you please submit this in the head office..as you are going in the same way.." she asked with pleading eyes.
I was shocked hearing that"That's it??" I asked,still not able to believe it.
"Yeah Can you do that?" She asked me again "um sure.. I'll submit them." my cheeks are hurting from the forced smile I'm giving her.
I thought she was gonna ask me to help filling up the forms but thankfully she didn't.
Because literally my fingers are numb from all the writing works..i completed my whole record yesterday, I can't even lift a pen right now.
"You need to calm down" i looked Hamza,who is looking at me with a concerned expression.
I just controlled my urge to roll my eyes at him.
I don't know what's happening with me..i just sat infront of him in the waiting room after submitting all the reports of our postings.
He paused his phone and looked at me,i just sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair, because my back hurts so much.
"If you are taking this much stress,then I'll have to join you in the same ward" he finished,i opened my eyes and just stared at him, annoyance flickered in me.
"Why? To accompany you??" He gritted his teeth, and a slow smirk quirks the corner of my mouth.
As much as we understand and support eachother this is another side of us teasing and roasting eachother. My favourite side.

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