[THIS STORY IS ONLY IN ENGLISH]
Armaan Mallik. Riddhima Gupta. Ones a senior cardiologist. Ones an intern. One loves with all her heart. One loves with all his passion. Read about their steamy romance while they fight personal battles at the same ti...
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Riddhima was sitting in the cafeteria eating her lunch when her pager beeped. She quickly dropped her grilled cheese sandwich in her plate, and fished out her phone out of her scrubs' pocket to see a 9-1-1 showing.
"Shit" She cursed and slapped her hands together to clean them before getting up and pulling her lab-coat off the chair and running towards the cafeteria's exit. Her feet were moving as fast as she could, as she muttered excuses to the people passing by.
She pushed open the door of the scrub room, and ran to wash her hands before scrubbing in. Her grey orbs glanced up seeing how everybody was pacing here and there, working together to save the life of one person.
"You paged me?" Riddhima asked as soon as she ran into the OR breathlessly.
"Yes. Gupta get here! We need an extra intern in here!" Dr Kirti spoke from under her mask as her eyes were still focused on her hands which were right now inside the patients body, using tools skillfully to save its life.
Riddhima nodded and moved forwards towards the body as people made space for her. As instructed he grabbed the tongs and picked up some gauze and put it where there was excessive bleeding.
"Dr Armaan we're ready for you!" Dr Kirti spoke giving him an affirming nod, as he was waiting to step in. He nodded and moved behind Riddhima to get closer to the body.
Armaan cleared his throat and started working on the body as Riddhima stood next to him assisting him. Her eyes followed his every skillful move. She was amazed by how skillfully his fingers moved, working on the body. She was so lost that she didn't hear him asking her to pass an instrument.
"DR GUPTA!" She jumped in her spot as she heard Dr Kirti's loud voice echoing in the room. She then looked around the room to see everybody staring at her including Armaan. His blue eyes were captivating her grey ones. She kept on staring at them still lost by the blue tint.
Armaan cleared his throat to bring her out of the trance. "Dr Gupta please pass me the clamps!" He asked looking away making Riddhima gasp inaudibly realizing what she was doing. She flushed in embarrassment as she handed him what he asked for. She had hung her head low refusing to look at him again knowing she might get lost again.
"Dr Gupta if you can focus than you can get out of the OR!" Dr Kirti furiously spoke throwing daggers at Riddhima who looked down scared.
"It Okay Dr Kirti!" Armaan calmly spoke blinking his eyes at her. "Dr Gupta, in my room, after your duty!" Armaan spoke in a whisper than was fortunately not heard by Dr Kirti. She looked up at him again captivated by his eyes but nodded and quickly look away.
"Muskaan was so scared you should have seen her face guys! The poor little boy wasn't even that scared of the syringe than Muskaan was. He was the one with the needle in his vein sucking blood and she was the one taking it but it seemed vice versa!" Rahul spoke in an excited tone laughing in between, as he recounted what had happened earlier.
