Medicalstudent Stories

"စော်ဘွားမျိုးနွယ်က ဆင်းသက်လာတဲ့သူဖြစ်သလို တောင်ကြီးဆေးကျောင်းရဲ့ king လည်းဖြစ်တယ် အရှုပ်အရှင်းကင်းပြီး မာနကြီးတဲ့သူတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်တဲ့ စဝ်ခွန်ဝဠာမာန်နဲ့ မြေပြန့်က စွာတေးလန် သမ ကျောင်းသူလေး မိုးမြတ်လွင်တို့ရဲ့ အချစ်ဇာတ်လမ်းလေး..."

In the Love We Live is a poignant story of heartache, healing, and the unbreakable power of love, Lessi's emotional journey-from the joy of first love to the pain of grief and the healing that follows-captures the bittersweet nature of growing up and learning to live with the love that stays with us forever.

Dreams of surgery. A love at first sight. Betrayal that changes everything. Can she find happiness in the end?

They say hospitals are where life begins-and sometimes, where it falls apart. For Sienna Kaia Evangelista, being a student nurse meant long hours, aching feet, and learning how to care without getting too attached. Feelings had no place in the ward. Not when every second mattered. Not when every patient needed her steady hands. But everything changed the moment she met him. Dr. Rafael Lucas Salcedo-fourth-year medical student, soon-to-be intern. Known for being a Summa Cum Laude and top 2 in the Philippine Nursing Licensure Exam when he was in college. Their worlds were never meant to collide beyond clinical duties and patient charts. There were rules-unspoken, but understood. Boundaries that should never be crossed. Yet somewhere between late-night endorsements, shared silences, and fleeting glances under fluorescent lights... they did. And in a place where saving lives is the priority, they found themselves risking something far more dangerous-each other.

Ntwasahlobo doesn't reply to DMs at all. It's a rule she made the minute she stepped into uni after three law students and a "prophet tried to lure her on dates. She posts her short uni diaries on TikTok and life updates and life lately long videos on YouTube, that's her income and a way for her to be financially independent and stable and she keeps her inbox on message request as a graveyard. So when a UCT med student slides into her dms and calls her "Ntwasa" she should delete it. Except no one call her that , her friends call her S'hlobo and her parents call her with her full name when they are angry-asking for money yes😂. But Ntwasa where did she/he get that? She clicks in and reads "I don't know why I'm texting you", the text reads, " I've watched all your vlogs. Twice. You argue with your laptop like it's opposing counsel. It's concerning. Also you are wrong about customary marriage. You should read your inbox." Haybo who is this with no profile picture. Sounds like a man definitely a man maybe it's another man trying to lure her in a date. She clicks into his page she reads the bio "UCT MBChB Zulu/Mthembu KZN Langa 🤍" His user name is Nkosinathi but who is Langa? Ntwasahlobo is 19, LLB 1st year student at UP she's from the Eastern Cape, Xhosa. She texts back "Langa" "Don't call me that", he says She frowns, "Isn't it your name?" " That name does and we buried it with my grandfather. Everyone calls me Nkosinathi or Nathi maybe even Nkosi." Her finger hovers around the call button maybe she should say sorry or is she exaggerating this. She taps on the button it rings and he answers. Silence. Breathing sounds that are shaky. "Langa" she whispers.... Stupid girl. Silence Again like he left the call "Say it again" he says softly like he's at the library. "Please say that name again" What's happening with him? Does he like it? "Langa... (he smiles and lays on his back) I'm sorry to call you that" drops the call.

"Do you know? I still grab the cup of coffee and sit under the vast sky, stare at the stars like they know all my secrets, and you know what do I do? I wait for you." The sordid reality of society is dawned upon Zaman when he takes the leadership of his grandfather's dwindling political party. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂🌻 Ranked 1 in mortality on May 1st, 2021 Ranked 1 in mortality on May 31st, 2023 Ranked 1 in desi on September 26th, 2025 (out of 13k stories) Ranked 1 in urdu on May 1st, 2026 (out of 12k stories)

We may be shaped by other's expectations, but we have the choice to shape our own identity. This play follows Romeo Chan, a young man struggling under the weight of family expectations and a future planned for him. As he navigates pressure from his parents and his relationship with Hannah, Romeo begins to question who he truly is and what he wants for himself. Through moments of conflict, reflection, and personal choice, he learns that becoming his own person requires the courage to step off the path laid out for him.

Thoughts, experiences, set backs and pleasures of medicos and young doctors. Its a short story series. Story parts are not linked to each other.

By day, Santi is a dental student chasing a fragile dream. By night, she becomes a host in one of Jakarta's darkest clubs. Living alone in the city, burdened by debt she never chose, Santi balances two worlds that should never touch-education and survival. As cigarette smoke and neon lights surround her, she begins to question whether her choices are acts of rebellion... or simply the price of staying alive.

Aku Anis pelajar perubatan yang perlukan wang, datanglah satu offer kepadaku untuk mengikuti institusi bagi melatih pelajar perubatan menjadi doktor yang luar biasa. P/s: Saja suka suka tulis, mungkin bosan sikit

#ONC 2026 ENTRY ​"They told us our love was a sin. They didn't tell us our lives were a lie." ​Anaya Singh is a 23-year-old MBBS student who believes her life is an open book. Raised with love and freedom by her parents, Adhiraj and Reena, she values her self-respect above all else. But when her bubbly best friend, Heer, is left shattered by a cruel "marriage prank" played by her brother, Anaya decides to step in. She never expected that walking into the glass-walled corridors of RR Group of Industries would rewrite her entire history. ​Enter Arun Rajput. At 26, he is the "Cold CEO"-a man with hunter eyes and faint physical scars that mirror the "broken soul" he hides from the world. Adopted as a child for charity, he has lived a life of ill-treatment and competition, surviving only through his own strength. ​The moment they meet, the air crackles with a tension they can't explain. But the spark is extinguished before it can truly burn. A meeting with her parents unearths a devastating "truth": they are told they are siblings, bound by blood they cannot cross. ​But the Rajput family tree is watered with blood and secrets. ​As Anaya and Arun struggle with their "forbidden" feelings, they begin to pull at the threads of the past. They soon discover a monster named Randheer Rajput-a man who killed his first wife for property and hunted down his second wife once she knew him trully. ​Hidden in the shadows is the real truth: Anaya was a child of tragedy, saved by Arun's biological mother at the cost of her own life and handed to a trusted friend to be raised in safety. ​Now, Anaya and Arun must team up to expose the man who murdered their mothers and stole their lives. In a world built on high-stakes deception, will they be able to rewrite their bloodline, or will the lies of their fathers bury them alive?

When ancient worlds collide and the will of the Gods decides, who are you to say no? What begins as a summer vacation with friends in New York, ends with an ancient ritual on a coffee table.....and what was it Egyptian? Incan? some kind of other magic but also in New York? Questions upon questions begin to pile up when a 25-year old med student realises she's not in the right century anymore. Especially when it comes to the involvement of a young university Professor and his meddling with ancient texts and tablets. A German girl gets stuck in 1950s cold war America, what could possibly go wrong? + 🥇First Place Humor Sparkle Awards Second Edition+

these are my Instagram posts including pictures n having a lesson n deep thought. IG COLLECTING_BLESSING

She grew up believing-He Was Untouchable Not because "HE WAS KIND" But because He was the one who Taught Her Where To Stop". He was the first to draw the line. "The First To Call Her SISTER". And the first to bury everything dangerous beneath control, silence, and duty. But desire doesn't die just because it's FORBIDDEN. It waits. It sharpens. Years later.....🥀 They stand in the same room Older, restrained, carrying the weight of every unspoken moment. Every glance feels like a sin.❤️‍🔥 Every second together feels like crossing a line 🖤 That was never meant to blur. He knows what he owes the world. She knows what she refuses to deny. And somewhere between DUTY and DESIRE, something dark begins to unravel👀 Because the most terrifying love stories aren't about choosing love- They're about loving someone you were never meant to want.🌸💌 ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡____________________________｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ TROPES • Bestfriend's Brother • Sister's BestFriend • Forbidden Feelings • Slow Burn • Emotional Angst • Soft but Strong FMC • Cold & Possessive MMC • Unspoken Love • Tension & Silence • possessive MMC and FMC • No Cheating b/w MMC &FMC

There are so less lucky people in the world who get what they want. We all have wishes....some come true some gets buried underneath within the layer of time If you ask me somewhere inside I want to be a writer but I really don't know where to start from I don't know if m worthy enough for that somewhere its my hobby its something I really like to do...I really love to loose myself in those deep thoughts where u can feel the reality of life....touch those parts of heart which refrain to come in front of the world...yeah somewhere I want to achieve a lot of things. Wanted to become a doctor from the age of 10 and yeah am pursuing that and am happy about it...but there is something....something very deep missing inside which I m unable to understand there is something which is hidden and I am unable to see...but all I knw there is something which I can feel....I want to express myself via the art of writing but how to start....I dont want people to find it after I die...I want to live them... I may not be good but I guess it's always worth trying But what to write?? About my life? My goals? Or the world through the eyes of a stupid girl who just loves doing so many things but is master of nothing.....I don't really know there are so less people in the world who can understand it...may be I have inherited this part of me from my pa...I have seen him collecting notes ...writing quotes....somewhere I want to bring light in the darkness...I want to teach I want to learn....I want to write....but I just don't want to stop....I want to think....and lay over the ocean of my thoughts....but all I just don't ever wanna stop

"අවුරුදු ගානක් ඔයා විතරක් තනියෙන් ලියපු අපේ කතාව,අපි දෙන්නම එකතු වෙලා ඉවර කරමු ! ❤️"

Straight to the point, strong, in control, and sure. That's Liah Ysabelle Matienzo despite being messy and clever. Meanwhile, Joaquin Miguel Reyes has always been rude-looking, and silly but insanely pure and true to his words. Will everything turn into regrets? Let's see, Across Laurel.

it's a Cop Drama... Cat and Mouse Fight Between A gang and three Cops

Stolen glimpses, unwhispered confessions and indiscriminate bottled up feelings combusted to color passion the deepest shade of red. Falak Tak... I can't deny the attraction any longer. It was palpable like static in air. I felt my throat close up with all the unsaid words and unexpressed emotions ready to burst out. All rational thoughts floated away from my mind as I could only think of running away. Breaking the stare off I made to leave when he grabbed onto my wrist. A loud gasp left my mouth as I looked down at our joined hands with wide eyes. "Wha-what are you doing? Let go please! " Looking around urgently for any spectators I asked him sharply. Instead of paying heed to my words he stepped closer to me, his eyes visibly turning darker making me take a step back only to feel the sturdy wall stumbling into my back freezing me on spot. "This is not right Bhai-" Shushing me with a finger hovering above my trembling lips he looked a little daunting. "Are you still going to call me that?" His face approached mine slowly with each word spoken until our noses were one finger shy of touching. My eyes shut tightly involuntarily as a whimper left me. Hot breath pierced my skin as the inward struggle continued rampaging within me. I put my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off but he didn't even budge. "Cute of you to think you could actually move me." Letting out an amused chuckle he said in a low voice. "Answer me Falak. Do you feel the same way I do? Tell me I am not the only one feeling these emotions, huh?" Caging me with his one hand on the wall and another lightly over my waist he gently asked of me. Shivers ran down one after another as my body blazed hot just with his one touch. "Please don't. We shouldn't be like this. This is wrong. If someone sees-" "Then let them see. I don't wish to hide what I feel from anyone unlike you. Look me in the eyes Falak and tell me the truth. " "Stop me before I do something I can't undo."