guns and scalpels

The city bleeds beneath the midnight rain,
Where laws are broken and the sirens cry.
One shields the streets through violence and pain,
One heals the scars beneath a sterile sky.

IPS Kaiz Rathore is chaos dressed in grace-a rogue officer who defies commands and mocks at death. Dr. Ira Mishra is perfection personified-a dedicated, elegant physician who rules her ward with absolute composure.

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Hi everyone! I am a beginner writer and this is my very first story. It's a rhythmic, poetic slow-burn full of banter, angst, and a very dramatic ips . I am learning as I go, so please leave a comment, vote, and let me know what you think!