Her Doctor Sahab
He saves lives for a living. Sheโs running out of time. At twenty-eight, he has learned how to hold a dying childโs hand without letting his own shake, how to walk out of hospital rooms and still function like nothing inside him just broke. People call him brilliant, detached, untouchable. They donโt see the exhaustion that sleep never fixes, or the quiet guilt he carries like a second heartbeat. At twenty-three, she is all stubborn hope and unfinished dreams. A girl who collects moments like they are something she can keep, a girl who smiles like she has forever, even when her heart says otherwise. When their worlds collide, it isnโt gentle. It is sharp, inconvenient, and far too personal. He is supposed to treat her, keep a professional distance, remain just her doctor. She refuses to be just another case file, another patient he forgets how to feel for. Somewhere between hospital corridors and late-night conversations, something begins to shift. Lines blur. Silences grow heavier. And the kind of love they never planned for starts to take shape in the spaces they were trying so hard to protect. But love, in a world measured by heartbeats and deadlines, comes with a cost. Because sometimes, saving someone means losing yourself.โจ And sometimes, the hardest truth to face is that not every story is meant to last forever.
