The sturborn doctor

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Muina's POV
The next day I sat in the hospital corridor silently crying.Farouk left me and it hurt.All of a sudden, someone placed his hand on the arm of my wheelchair.

It was that sturborn doctor.He knelt beside me staring deeply into my eyes with his blue ones.

Malik:hi
Muina:oh hell no
Malik: why?
Muina:not another gorgeous man.

Malik:what do you have against gorgeous men?
Muina: they break hearts,but I don't blame them when they are dealing with women like me(I looked away trying to hold in my tears.He came over to side I was now facing and knelt down)

Muina:what is your problem?(I asked irritated)
Malik:you(he leaned on the armrest of my wheelchair) women like you? I mean yeah,you are gorgeous but gorgeous women are also known to break hearts.

Muina:well am not a gorgeous woman
Malik:are you sure?(he tilted his head starring into my eyes.Those blue eyes were really creepy but in a good way? What was I saying?)

Muina:do you have a problem with your eyes?
Malik: sorry it's a bad habit
Muina:well stop it, it's creeping me out
Malik:as long as it can make you forget your sorrows,am not gonna stop

Muina:who the hell sent you?
Malik:oh, swearing isn't nice on a muslimah
Muina: what do you know?
Malik: alot,we Muslims aren't allowed to swear

Muina:I see,you are Muslim.(he noded) did you know that Muslims are supposed to lower their gaze?
Malik:yes,but you are my patient and I realised my eyes distract you.

Muina: how?
Malik:you keep staring at them.
Muina: okay can you leave,I want to be alone.
Malik:no,am taking you around for fresh air

Muina: and who asked you?
Malik:did you forget am your assigned doctor?
Muina: what?I don't want you
Malik:you have no choice.

(He pushed me around as I argued but he kept arguing back doing the opposites of what I wanted)

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