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Chapter 19

It was a weird melancholy of emotions. There was a sense of satisfaction, overbearing fatigue and restlessness to see quick results. Surgery was the field of medicine with the most risks, but if things went well, the rewards were miraculous. A question of weighing the risks versus benefits always persisted, and it was the surgeon's call that could change a patient's life.

She took off the scrub cap as she stepped out of the OR. There was hand patting her on the shoulder.

"That was good call. If you hadn't immediately put a patch we could've lost the lung."

"I've learnt it from you. To think fast under pressure."

"You have come a long way. I am proud of your progress. I remember meeting a young timid resident who lost her way to the OR on her first day at the job. Toady you're the brightest surgeon of the batch, who can now do a solo pleurodesis without much guidance from an attending. But that doesn't mean the learning ends here. At this age and stage of my medical career, I still learn new things every day. Medical education isn't something that comes to an end. You still have a long way to go and a long career in front of you. Keep pushing yourself like this and I can see you become one heck of a cardiothoracic surgeon one day."

"Thanks Teddy."

Dr. Stefania Theodore had been her mentor since day 1. Her reputation of the strict head of cardio and one of the youngest recipients of the ASA Medallion preceded her rather gentle side, which was only reserved for her favorite students, and Samara was one of them. Throughout her entire residency, she had learnt more from that woman than any textbook could ever teach her, and the knowledge wasn't limited to surgery only.

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The on call room wasn't the best place to end a hectic day, but it was her best option as of now. She wanted to wait a little to check up on the patient and only when she was a hundred percent sure he was doing fine she would go home. But that wasn't the only reason for her prolonged duty hours. Subconsciously, she was dreading the sorrows that would creep back when she was alone at home.

The mirror looked cloudy in the dimly lit room. The reflection looking back at her was hollow. Her eyes were tired and puffy, emotionally drained. Armaan Yasir wasn't just a memory for her.

She tried to think back to all the little moments of happiness they had spent together. She wanted to keep it saved as a picture in her mind, but even the happy memories were contaminated with the pain of her losing him. Samara looked at the ID card in her hand, wondering whether it was actually as important as she regarded it to be. Had she taken a bad decision in haste? Was her job really that important that she was willing to let go of the one man she loved the most?

All these puzzling question left her perplexed. To her it wasn't just a job. It was her dream. What she didn't realize that it wasn't her only dream anymore. Consciously or subconsciously, she had also started to weave dreams of her life with Armaan, and she could see that shattering to pieces right in front of eyes. Dr. Samara Wasim was trained to fix people's hearts, but she couldn't fix her own.

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Home. The place that boasted of resounding comfort. But today it wasn't providing her with the same kind of solace it always did. She stood in the balcony, looking at the city that had become an integral part of her life. Lost in her thoughts, it took her a while to realize there was somebody at the door.

As she opened it, a familiar smiling face and a wonderful aroma greeted her.

"I baked some cookies dear. Thought you might like to have some."