dserious1
At 2:30 a.m. in the emergency room, a newly graduated doctor finds herself on the wrong side of the profession-this time not with a stethoscope, but as a worried sister.
She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not in her black kurti, messy hair, and old sneakers.
But then he walked in.
The neurology resident with the pink shirt, sharp jawline, and eyes that cut straight through the glass separating them.
And for a moment-just a heartbeat-they saw each other.
She told herself it was coincidence...
Until it happened again.
And again.
She wanted to ask him clinical questions about her brother. But something about him-his presence, his confidence, his perfectly pressed clothes-made her hesitate.
She called him handsome.
Destiny called him trouble.
And life... well, life showed her his accent was sharper than his cheekbones.
The charm shattered.
The fantasy collapsed.
But the story?
It was only beginning.