Doctormalelead Stories

Professor of Medicine with Gao Leng Poison Tongue × Rare Disease Gene Carrier Warm and cute, cured, dedicated, and guarding her. She thought her life had already been seen at a glance, but he gave her a romantic and grand future. "You clearly know that I have no future to speak of..." "Su Wei'an, you don't need a future, because I am your future." What he wanted was not the joy of passing by, but the ability to stand together through the storm.

𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒉 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆... 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒒 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒉 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆... ****************************************************** "Humare beech jo dosti ka rishta ban raha tha... woh khatam. Ab sirf nafrat bachi hai." "Nafrat...Mohabbat se zyada wafadaar hoti hai, Ashvith.Mohabbat badal jaati hai...Nafrat marte dum tk sath rheti hai ." "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲... 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱." ****************************************************** 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 : The ruthless CEO of Rathore Enterprises. A woman who never begged life for love... because life had only taught her how to snatch things away. Cold. Elegant. Dangerous. And this time she wanted him. 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗱𝗮: A sunshine soul trapped between family expectations, guilt, and a woman capable of destroying him beautifully. He called her obsession. She called it love. ****************************************************** But theirs was not the only story burning between the walls of the Raizada and Rathore families. Some relationships were healing. Some were breaking. Some were learning to love again. And some were doomed from the very beginning. Five couples. Ten hearts. And love in its most beautiful... and terrifying forms. ✨

Ahaan Ahmed.. A senior doctor resident. Practicing specialization program from the department of oncology at AIIMS Delhi. Sara Siddiqui An ambitious South Indian introverted girl Pursuing her masters in cancer biology at IISC Banglore. When Sara unexpectedly gets married to her ex. With whom she had an ugly breakup a year ago. . . . She was tightly clutching her wedding lehenga when he entered the room. The bedroom was filled with scented candles and the bed was adorned with Rose petals. As he entered he removed his sherwani. Nervousness took a toll on her. "What does he gonna do. Will he talk to me.. or else he will say sorry to me.. or else will he hug me.. or else he would straightly kiss me and start to do everything..? Sara thought within herself." Her lips parted in disbelief when he went to the washroom without even looking at her. Seriously in our wedding he went directly to the washroom ignoring me..? Is he still angry on me..? Sara waited there in the same position in the centre of the bed. But he didn't come back. . . . Are you still angry at me..? "Angry.." He let out a mocking laugh "Who am I to get angry at you Sara..?" "Well I am not that old lover boy of yours now.. he was the one who was crazy in your love. But now I've gained my senses." So Ms Sara Siddiqui I am no longer that stupid now. "Because I, Ahaan fucking Ahmed HATE YOU like a hell."