Stitched In Regret

The heart monitor in Operating Room 4 beeped steadily, a stark contrast to the chaotic panic echoing through the hospital hallways.

Dr. Inaya stood under the harsh surgical lights, her gloved hands resting over the chest of the city's most formidable corporate titan.

She didn't need to look up at his face to know every line of his features. She had spent years trying to forget them.

Zain.

The last time they were this close, he had shattered her world, leaving her to drown in a sea of unspoken words and bitter misunderstandings.

Now, years later, the ruthless billionaire was bleeding out under her hands, his life hanging entirely on her precision.

She had built a brilliant career on her ability to fix the broken. But as she gripped the scalpel, her eyes hardening above her mask, Inaya realized a devastating truth.

You can stitch a heart on an operating table. But you can never stitch the years lost to regret.

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