Loves' Crossroads

Destined encounter

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Hurrying through the bustling hospital corridors, my peach scrubs fluttering, fatigue weighed me down after a grueling trauma surgery. Yet, my amber eyes still surveyed incoming cases, determined to help all in need. 

 When the emergency alert sounded, I rushed to Trauma Bay 4. There, a young man grimaced in pain as a nurse stitched a dripping gash above his eyebrow. 

"What happened?" I asked, gently examining his muscled torso covered in bruises.

"Boxing accident," he grunted. 

My delicate fingers probed his injuries with expertise. Though battered, the man possessed a brooding intensity that caught my eye – despite his obvious fighting instinct, there was tenderness beneath the tantalizing danger he presented. 

"You're lucky it's just cuts and bruises. No fractures or internal bleeding," I said with a reassuring smile. My warm touch soothed his tense frame like a balm. 

Eyes like molten iron stared into mine, leaving me momentarily breathless. The darkness of his dark eyes took me to some other universe away from all the monsters I'm fighting here and to a black empty hole where I can see nothing but darkness.

Before more could transpire, a familiar figure burst into the trauma bay. "Roohi! Is everything okay?" asked Agastaya anxiously. His presence broke the spell, though annoyance flickered in the boxer's confronting gaze aimed at the interloper before he looked away abruptly."All is well, Agastaya. This gentleman just needs rest," I soothed, all professionalism once more. 

Agastya glanced at the guy with darkness in his eye, "Aahan! Fuck, are you crazy? why dont you ever listen to me? when are you going to stop this? getting hurt like this almost every day is no joke Aahan! you have to-"

"I am fine Agya, totally fine." Dark eyes I mean Aahan cuts him off.

"You both know each other?" I ask.

"Yes unfortunately, he is my best friend. Remember the guy I told you about? Who punches for fun?"

I snicker at that, "Yeah, very well."

"You do huh? this is him, Aahan Roy"

Aahan Roy. I turned my eyes towards the darker ones and felt something flutter inside my stomach.

What the fuck? Fucking butterflies? Roohi stop. 

I tear my eyes of his eyes and start staring at his face. Noticing the details. God literally took time on this art because if Agastya was attractive this man was gorgeous. His thick eyelashes, his eyes filled with darkness, his roman nose, and peachy thin lips. Dark locks fell messily over intense eyes the color of gunmetal. I kept staring like a shameless freak and then those eyes bored into me – a haunted, smoldering gaze that seemed at odds with his brutish appearance.

I should look away. Definitely look away. 

But I don't want.

I wondered what demons drove such passion upon the battlefield inside the ropes.

"Stop staring," he stated gruffly, though a flicker of pain crossed his face. And I startled looked away. 

Yeah, I was about to do that Mr. Dark eyes.

I turn to see Agastya has already left. Maybe some other emergency. But how did I not notice. I was that lost in my thoughts?

With gentle efficiency, I cleaned and closed the lacerations marring his tanned skin, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my touch. But one particularly deep gash above his brow worried me. "It needs stitches," I murmured, injecting anesthesia. 

 I focused intently on cleaning Aahan's wounds, trying to ignore the electric current thrumming through my veins. Up close, I noticed old scar tissue marring what was otherwise a beautiful canvas of tanned skin and rippling muscle. As I dabbed antiseptic onto the gashes exposing raw flesh, I felt those muscles tense and flex beneath my featherlight touch.

Raising my eyes, I found Aahan staring at me intensely, his brows furrowed as if in deep contemplation.The air between us practically crackled with sublime tension. Lost in his smoldering gaze like molten steel, my breath caught in my throat. What secrets and sorrows did those eyes hold, I wondered, to cause such a hardened warrior to bruise so easily within? In that charged moment, everything else fell away - the hospital bustle, my duties, even time itself seemed suspended. All that anchored me was his powerful stare delving into my soul.

The door opens, startling us both. The nurse comes in with the suture in a tray and holds it out for me. I quickly got done with the stiches and the nurse helped with the wound dressing. 

"There it's done now" I told him with a smile on my face. He said nothing, did not even looked at me. I don't know why but I wanted to see his eyes. One last time.

But as I made to depart, Aahan grasped my wrist roughly. "Thank you," he said in a low tone, eyes boring down with a charged intensity that stole my breath away before he abruptly released me.

I smiled "It's my job Mr. Roy." Mr. Dark eyes. "Take care." With that I leave the room and go straight to my cabin to calm my stupid heart down.

What is wrong with me? Good lord please no. 

Well it doesn't really matter now, it's not like we are going to meet again. Duh!

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Hmm?? Not meeting again? Is that so Roohi??

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