In a world where love is a foreign , he has found his guiding star. Desperate and unwavering, he pleads for just one chance to prove his devotion. She, lost in a life devoid of affection, sees in him the promise of a profound connection she never be...
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3rd April'24
Yesterday was a big day for the eleven doctors chosen for the prestigious nano-drug research project. The kind of day where you could feel the tension in the air-nerves mingling with excitement as they prepared for their first semi-presentation. Weeks of burning the midnight oil and countless cups of coffee had led to this moment.
Each doctor had brought something special to the table-different expertise, different perspectives-but today, they were a team. As they stepped into the room, the weight of their hard work hung on their shoulders, evident in the dark circles under their eyes and the quiet determination in their expressions.
The presentation wasn't just slides and data points; it was a story-one that unfolded with each word they spoke. It told of late nights filled with debates, experiments that didn't go as planned, and moments of breakthrough that made it all worthwhile.
Some stumbled over their words, others spoke with quiet confidence, but together, they brought the project to life.
By the end of it, there was a collective sigh of relief. The feedback from the panel was fair-constructive criticism mixed with encouragement-but the doctors left with a renewed sense of purpose. They knew the road ahead was long, but for now, they allowed themselves a moment to bask in the small victory.
As they walked out, someone cracked a joke about needing sleep for the first time in weeks. It earned a tired laugh from the group, but in their hearts, they knew this was exactly where they were meant to be.
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The mess hall was alive with its usual chaos-a chaotic orchestra of clattering trays, laughter, and the occasional shouted greeting. It was comforting, in a way, the background noise muting the day's exhaustion. I slid into my usual corner spot, the one that let me fade into the scene without becoming part of it, and poked at my plate of jeera rice and chicken lahori.
I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary-just another meal, another quiet retreat. But then I saw her.
Prashmita stepped in, her presence cutting through the noise like a ripple in still water. She stood near the entrance, her eyes scanning the room with a sort of quiet intensity, like she was searching for an anchor in the sea of faces. For a moment, she seemed lost-something I'd never thought possible for someone as composed as her.
