The Royal Misfit - z.m. [Major Reconstruction]

Introduction

"Really Dr. Embrose?" he deadpans giving me an absolute blank expression, clearly not believing a single thing I am saying.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Dr. Embrose? And yeah really - a wheelchair does not make a difference - you can still do everything that a normal person does, just a bit differently. C'mon name a thing you think you can't do?" I challenge him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighs probably tired of my bickering. In my defence, he is saying something I cannot agree with. I have to prove my point right. After all, that's all I did during high school, jumping into each and every school debate whenever possible. Why didn't I pursue law as my career?

"I can't dance" he mutters and shrugs in defeat then looks up, scrunching up his beautiful face "In fact, I don't even want to".

"You can! omg! you don't know? There are so many dance performances of wheelchair dance. Gosh the region below your knee has problem rest of the body is perfectly fine. Now I'd ensure you dance tomorrow. I'll make you do it. So try again Malik. Name anything and I mean anything you think you can't do." I say gripping the hand rest of his wheelchair and looking directly in his mesmerising hazel eyes.

He sighs yet again and rubs his face with his hand. I know he dislikes physical activities but it is beneficial for his legs and there was no way in hell I was compromising with his health, no matter how much he stubbornly refuses. I won't give up on him.

"I-I can't have i-intercourse" he mumbles, blush creeping to his neck as he let out a minty breath.

I frown "Sorry? what? say it again please". This boy seriously has some mumbling problems.

He licks his soft plump lips and his face flushes completely.

"Intercourse, I mean sexual intercourse, I can't have sex." he whispers and fiddles with his fingers. Clearly feeling embarrassed of what he has just admitted.

I look down from his eyes to his velvety lips and further down to his black buttoned up shirt perfectly fitting his lean body then to the pair of black silk pants which are too tight around his legs. My subconscious grips her heart and scowls at me for letting my imagination run wild, unashamedly.

Snap out of it!

I can't resist biting my lips "And who says that? of course you can have sex."

I tilt my head scanning him up to down admiringly. My inner sex goddess licks her lips and starts imagining all the positions possible.

I could perfectly ride him.

A smirk forms on my face as I gaze at his breathtaking whiskey coloured eyes which were outlined with thick dark eyelashes and opened wide in shock at my last comment.

I love watching him like this - so flustered, so nervous, so innocent. I love the way his eyelashes flutter whenever I leave him flabbergasted. I love the way his cheeks tint in baby pink colour. I love the way he giggles then coughs to cover it up. I love the the way his skin is softer than mine. I love the light shoulder shimmy he does when he is alone in the room with Bruno Mars playing in the background. I love the way he snores lightly with his mouth parted and hair dishevelled. I love the way he tries so hard to cover up all his pain intending to be a 'man'.

I am crushing so hard here. I shouldn't be having feelings for my patient, it's morally wrong. My subconscious pulls a gun over her head and screams - since when do I care about morals?

Fuck morals.

Winking at him, I lean forward and whisper "Just in a different position."

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Dr. Venus Embrose, daughter of a well known doctor is a smart physiotherapist. An eccentric beauty with colourful hair extensions adorning her black tress, bubble gum popping on her lips, profanities at the tip of her tongue, bright pink headset resting around her slender neck, a belly button piercing on her thin waist and tattoos embellishing her milky skin.

They say looks does not define a person's character. In this case, that might be true.

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Ever tried locking yourself in a dark small box for a minute? Just one minute. Now add to it, the feeling of guilt and worthlessness.

It's dark, suffocating and in fact fatal. Just like a coffin.

These 360 seconds would surprisingly seem like the longest 360 seconds of your entire life.

Your lungs would beg for air, your mouth would pant like a tired dog, your face would be flushed, your skin would perspire profoundly and your soul?
Your soul would be thwarted, asphyxiated and ultimately extinguished.

That's exactly how I have been feeling for each and every second of my life since past seven years.