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Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous plans...
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1. Just The Usual.
[A/N: Translations are available.]
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Mornings. I hated them.
Wake up at the crack of dawn, drag myself into this stiff uniform, and spend the first hour of my day making beds for people who are too asleep to care. Hard life, I thought to myself with a sigh, looking at the endless row of beds ahead.
I glanced over at Vartika, my coworker, who was handling one of the patients while I tugged at the corners of the bed sheet, trying to change it without disturbing the guy snoring away on top of it.
Changing the sheets of an occupied bed was hell. You had to be careful, not just because the patients were fragile, but also because they were so damn impatient about it. And half the time, they didn’t even bother saying thank you. Just another perk of being a nurse, I guess.
“Sir, please cooperate,” I muttered, more to myself than to the patient who barely stirred. “Just for a minute.”
I moved slowly, trying to balance the need to be quick but gentle. My hands were stiff and the sheets were always just a little too rough. The patient let out a small groan, shifting slightly, and I froze for a second.
Great, now he’s uncomfortable. I shot Vartika a look, and she gave me a small shrug, her eyes saying deal with it. She was used to this; we both were. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
My arms were aching from lifting the guy’s legs enough to get the new sheet under him. It wasn’t even 7 a.m., and I already felt drained.
The smell of antiseptic filled the air, mixing with the sharp odor of whatever cleaning fluid they used on the floor. The entire ward always had this cold, sterile vibe—like nothing good ever happened here.
I pulled the fresh sheet tight, smoothing it over with my hands. A part of me wished I could lie down and close my eyes for just five minutes. Instead, I forced a polite smile as I stepped back, nodding toward Vartika.
“All done, sir. Comfortable?” I asked, not really expecting an answer.
He mumbled something under his breath, something that definitely wasn’t a thank you. I rolled my eyes.
