“That is not what Geek means to me. We are more than the hobbies that we do or the things that we like. To me, Geek means an outsider, a rebel, a dreamer, a creator, a fighter. It's a person who dares to love something that isn't conventional.”
―Felicia Day
** I hate cards but I love books. Completely hate them- the 'them' being the cards- or it or whatever the hell you call a deck of cards these days. Maybe its because my dad's a gambler or the ironic fact that i utterly suck at maths. I don't know and to be honest, i don't care. Okay maybe i care a little to be writing about cards in my diary today. Does that make me crazy-or maybe asking, in this case, writing in my diary if this makes me crazy is actually crazy. God I've got to see my therapist- granted i actually have one. Okay even I'm getting a little confused now. Let the record show that i do not have a therapist, i like to think of 'My doctor' as 'My therapist' . Because come on, having a therapist makes you sound sophisticated, way way more sophisticated. Not exactly a date site worthy description- not that i want to go on a date sight or anything nor that I'm against people who go on date sites, its just that i'd rather spill my life out to a person-thats educated in helping me emotionally- and keeps our "talk'' confidential than people who live for gossiping ......... unlike a deck of cards that are open to the world i want to be a closed book, not open to anyone but my 'therapist', my three cats and my auntie. Completely perfect.
~Caroline Halters diary, 19th May 2008
A/N
Hello beautiful, thanx for checking out my book. Its my first one soo please vote, comment and follow-totally optional :0. I'll try to update regularly, and I hope you enjoy, bye lovely
~ H.M
I was not a studious girl when I was forced into medical field because of my father who always expected the best from me. I didn't realize becoming doctor became so dear to me that it turned into a passion instead of a escape from my broken family and that's when I saw him again.. He made my heart beat a little faster but broke it just as everyone did and left me 5 years ago without any warning and stormed back in my life without one too. It was decided that i won't let him ruin me again but chip by chip the walls of my heart fell away seeing his efforts and that Infuritaingly handsome face.
Should I let him in my life giving him a chance to prove himself? Or stick to the stereotype of "all men are same"?
" I loved you" She whispers, the hand I'm holding cold against my skin. I stroke the skin with my thumb once, trying to get her eyes on me and then she looks at me.
Hurt eyes look at me and in that moment I wanted her to look away because of the hurt evident in her eyes.
After 4 years, seven days and something hours, she finally looked at me.
"I know." I whisper back.
"You still left me alone to fend for myself."
My grip tightens on her hand.
"I know. But I want to make things right. Do you think you can give me one chance?. "
Ps: this story is of Isha mehra, sister of ishan, the main lead of my previous story, the setting of both the books is completely different and they are not interconnected. But if you want to have a better sense of characters that might be same as the previous book, you should read that first and then continue with this. But it can also be read as a standalone. Thank you for reading till here. Happy reading<3