Saving The Surgeon

They say no matter how fast you run, you can never out run your family. But that also goes with your past, your fate, your destiny. You name it.

Dysfunctional family, deep rooted trauma, Toxic ex, broken heart - all these lead her to her to build her walls so high and heart so cold.

At 27 years, she came to the conclusion to just keep the head above water, and check off every single box in her to do list.
□ Give less fucks
□ Don't do dates
□ Never wear your heart on your sleeve
□ Start an NGO
□ Become a cardiothoracic surgeon

"I don't need a knight in shining armour, I already have a shitty sword" or she used to say until she met a hot headed neurosurgeon who took her entire existence by storm, proved her wrong at every turn. Her sharp sword, strong walls and cold heart all became powerless in front of his patience, aura, and that apocalyptic smile.

As an unapologetic and righteous thunderstorm, he infuriated her in the best of ways. Just when she thought there's no saving her and she is too old to fall in love like a hormonal teenager, he made her blush, smile, laugh, curse and even moan.

Will she give her heart a second chance?

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Holding her hands above her head, he leaned in pressing his entire body to her, his breath fanned her cheek and she quivered when his lips grazed her ear
" Sakhi, all you have to do is Moan"

Though her heart and body not in her control and essentialy trapped under his 6'1 figure she managed to breathe out an innocent smile. With mischief in her eyes and all too familiar feeling in the places she thought to be dead she said,
"Then all you have to do is make me"