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Hayat's pov :
Today was a busy day . There were a lot of patients . It was monsoon and I think I don't need to explain the reason for the number of patients . People all over our place are suffering from fever and cold . It usually happens at this season due to climate change . It becomes more complicated when a contagious disease starts spreading at this time of the year and sadly the probability of this occurence is very high .
Sometimes we ourselves may catch infection and that's the most difficult part . Anyways , it's a part of our profession and at these situations we thank Alexander fleming for his invention of antibiotics which helps us in the cure . We just can't solve situations like this without the help of antibiotics.
It was four in the evening when I was finally able to eat my lunch in peace . I was sitting in the cafeteria with my plate of pasta . I was digging into the pasta as I was extremely hungry. I realised the importance of not skipping breakfast now . I should thank rafan when I get back home . I could not decide whether the pasta in our hospital cafeteria was really this good or my hunger had made it much tasty . It was so full of cheese which made it yummy .
As I was relishing the taste of it , a man approached me . He was none other than hamza . As I expected , someone came to disturb my lunch . Why can't I eat my lunch in peace for atleast a single day . He was waiting for me to finish my lunch, it was more like he was staring at me from a distance. I finished the pasta very slowly for a reason and then I approached him .
As I met his hazel eyes , I could see some excitement in it . What could it be? I was questioning myself . People coming to a hospital usually don't come here with excitement in their eyes .
" Mr. Hamza , patients usually wait at the reception . For your kind information this is cafeteria , not reception. " I spoke fluently .
" I did not come here to meet dr.Hayat ,
I came here to meet miss.Hayat . There is a difference you know " . He was speaking very smartly .
" okay Mr.hamza may I know why have you pleased me with your presence ? "
" so miss.Hayat it seems that you are already much pleased with just my mere presence " . He was winking at me .
" Mr.Hamza there is a term called "irony", you have to know what it is because I was using it before " . Now it's my turn to wink at him .
" Fine miss.Hayat I accept that you are an expert not only in medicine , but also in literature . But do you know that you are an expert in something else other than these ? " .
" Don't tell me that I am an expert in giving names to people or that I am an expert in eating pasta " . I was laughing at my own statement which was partly true .
" No.. no.. miss.Hayat you are much greater than that . You are an expert in healing hearts , that you have healed mine which I never know existed before . " he was all serious suddenly.
" sorry Mr.Hamza I can't get you . Can you throw away the irony, sarcasm , jokes and all that and speak clearly "
" okay miss.Hayat coming straight to the point . I want to marry you . I want you as my wife . I don't want to call you as dr.Hayat or miss.Hayat but I want to call you as my Hayat coz you are my Hayat (my life). I don't want you to be referred as miss.Hayat but as Mrs. Hamza . I want to stay by your side when you smile at a child's laughter and I wish to be a shoulder for you to cry on when your work gets unbearable for you . I wish to make you smile more and wish to wipe your tears . I wish to wake up to a smiling face of yours . I want to tease you when you snore . I can't promise you a life full of rainbows , but I promise you I will always hold an umbrella for you when it's too rainy or too sunny . I want to be the one coming to your mind when you hear the word love . I will not allow any tears to spill out from those blue eyes of yours . Those oceans can cry only tears of joy . You can cry when we get married , when I hold your hands for the first time , when I present you your first gift , when I give you your first kiss , when I give you a bear hug , when you come to know that you are pregnant , When I make you eat veggies ignoring the fact that you hate them , when I wake you up with roses on your 50th birthday , when I shower you with kisses on our 50th wedding aniversary . I want to grow old with you , I will love your blue eyes the same way as I do now even when it gets wrinkles , I will love your smile the same way as I do now even when it becomes toothless ,we both can read a book together ,we both can watch a movie . we both can share pop corn .we can share our fries . we can share chocolates and ice creams and we can fight for who gets the big share . We can fight for our favourite side of bed . I would love when you scold me for indulging in work when you are home and I will nag you when you get immersed in a book or get immersed in your mobile when I am home . I will make you cheese pasta when you come home late in the evening , I will spoil you with my love my dear Hayat . My love for you will grow more day by day if it can grow anymore . You are the love of my life .
Hayat You will always be my forever .... "
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It felt challenging to write a proposal from a man's POV . I have done my best . My dear readers if you don't feel satisfied with it , you can tell me . I can improve it the next time I write something like this .
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