In a world where shadows often shroud the light, Dr. Ishika, a compassionate psychiatrist, encounters Beomgyu, a troubled soul imprisoned by his own fears. Haunted by past traumas, Beomgyu has locked himself away, believing the world beyond the hosp...
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I am an Indian psychiatrist working in South Korea. Yes, it's true. I began my studies in India, but the course offered an exciting opportunity to study abroad. South Korea was on the list, and with a heart full of dreams, I embarked on this journey. After completing my course, I chose to stay here. I work in a renowned clinic, one of the best places to find exceptional psychiatrists. Life here, despite its challenges, has been a blend of rich experiences and new beginnings.
One crisp autumn morning, I was running late to work. My thoughts were tangled in the worry of missing an important appointment, making me oblivious to my surroundings. In my haste, I collided with someone. I stumbled, and before I could react, strong arms caught me, preventing my fall. My heart raced as I clutched onto him tightly, my eyes squeezed shut.
When I finally dared to open my eyes, I found myself gazing into his.
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The moment seemed suspended in time, and the warmth of his touch felt like a comforting embrace. His eyes—deep, expressive, and undeniably handsome—seemed to hold an entire universe of emotions. I quickly let go, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I am so sorry," I mumbled, bowing deeply in apology. My voice felt small against the silence that followed.
He didn't say a word. Instead, he simply turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a whirlwind of mortification. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the flush of embarrassment spreading from my cheeks to the tips of my fingers.
As he disappeared from view, I couldn't help but scold myself. "Ishika, why are you so embarrassing around handsome guys?" I muttered, stamping my foot in frustration. The harshness of my self-criticism only made my cheeks burn more.
Trying to shake off the awkward encounter, I hurried into the clinic, my mind racing as I thought about the brief but impactful moment. The image of his eyes lingered, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on my work, a small part of me kept drifting back to that chance meeting.
