Beyond the veil of Love : A Tale Of Healing & Timeless Love.

03

Ruwaziya.

I can feel my irritation rising as he stares at me smugly, but there's also an undeniable attraction growing within me.

He looks at me with a mixture of confidence and determination, and I can feel a spark of excitement between us.

Just as our intense eye contact begins to heat up, the silence is broken by the sound of a phone ringing. He glances down at his phone for a moment, breaking our connection.

He steps away to answer the phone call, breaking our eye contact. I take the opportunity to step into the labour room, putting some distance between us and attempting to refocus my attention on my duties as a doctor.

I switch my focus back to my primary task as a gynecologist, turning my attention to the pregnant woman in front of me.

As the delivery process begins,
I work diligently to ensure that everything goes smoothly. I instruct the patient on breathing exercises and provide comfort and support throughout the entire process.

My mind occasionally drifts back to that pervert but I do my best to stay focused on the task at hand.

The lady gives birth to a healthy baby boy, and the happiness on the couple's faces is almost tangible.
I can see the pride and joy in the father's eyes as he holds his child for the first time, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment as a doctor.

The new parents bask in the joy of their newborn son, the room is filled with a peaceful silence. I watch them for a moment, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. It's moments like these that remind me why I became a doctor in the first place - to be a part of miracles like these.
But my thoughts soon drift back to that guy and I wonder if he's waiting for me outside.

I exit the labour room and glance around, expecting to see the man. But to my surprise, the hallway is empty. There's no sign of him anywhere, and I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

It seems he's vanished into thin air.

After my shift, I make my way back home, my mind filled with thoughts of the night's events. The image of that man is still fresh in my mind, his cocky smile and confident demeanor etched into my memory.

why did he have to call me angel??? oh god!!!

As I step inside my house, I'm immediately confronted by my step mother, who stands in the hallway with a disapproving look on her face, as usual.

She glares at me, her sharp voice cutting through the air,
"You're home late again. Where have you been this time?"

I take a deep breath, preparing myself for another round of judgmental comments from my step mother.
"I was working, at the hospital."

She grabs my arm, her grip firm and unyielding. I wince slightly, feeling the pain of her tight grasp. I try to pull away, but she holds on tighter, her eyes burning into mine.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, running around all hours of the night." She continues her tirade, her tone growing harsher and more accusing,
"Are you trying to become some sort of womanizer?"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I clench my jaw, trying to keep my emotions in check. I want to argue back, to defend myself from her accusations, but experience has taught me that it's futile to reason with her.

As suddenly as she grabbed me, she releases it and I stumble back, startled by the unexpected release of pressure. I rub my arm where she had dug her nails into my skin, trying to soothe the lingering pain.