Medical Matchmaker

Medical Matchmaker

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He was her idol, the perfect surgeon she wanted to become. His skill and kindness made him everything she admired. But as she gets closer, she discovers time and pain have shattered his once a gentle heart. Now, seen as imperfect by society, she's determined to help him heal. With her passion for medicine and a caring heart, she'll prove that even the broken can be mended-not just in the operating room, but through love. - She fell first, but he fell harder - Medical romance - Forced proximity - Green flag - Grumpy × Sunshine - Medical mystery -Chubby FMC - Height Difference couple - Senior × Junior - Age gap - Bengali Leads
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"Get out," I whispered again, looking into his deep brown eyes. His brows furrowed. "I can't leave you in this condition." A lone tear slipped from my eye. "You're the only person responsible for this condition." He swallowed hard and lay down beside me. "I said-" I tried to get up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace again. His arms wrapped tightly around me. I stopped struggling. His warmth, his scent... after four years, I finally felt at peace. My face was buried in his chest. "Why aren't you leaving me?" I whispered. He looked down, his gaze intense. "Because I can't," he admitted. "I'm not able to." I bit my lip, my heart aching. ___________________________________ "You look beautiful," I said, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Come up with something new. Half of your guests already used that line," she muttered. I stared into her kohl-lined eyes. "Is that so?" She hummed in response. "Then how about this-" I leaned close to her ear. "You look like mine," I whispered before pressing a soft kiss against her earlobe. She shuddered. I was about to trail kisses down her neck when she whispered, "I'm sleepy." I chuckled and pulled back. She strolled toward the staircase, taking slow steps, struggling with her four-inch pencil heels and the heavy saree. Will she ask for my help? Nope. I sighed and walked toward her. --- GRUMPY × SUNSHINE

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