Sarah's heart raced as she sat among her colleagues, anticipation coiling in her chest like a spring ready to release. The atmosphere in the auditorium was electric with the promise of recognition and advancement. Today marked the Hospital's foundation day celebration, a day eagerly awaited by all the staff, but for Sarah, it held an even deeper significance. It was the day when the names of the doctors who had excelled and were to be promoted would be announced. For two years, she had poured her soul into her work, relentlessly pursuing excellence, driven by the singular goal of being recognized as the best. And now, as she sat on the edge of her seat, her dreams hung in the balance, poised to either soar to new heights or shatter like fragile glass.
The journey to this moment had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices. Countless sleepless nights spent poring over medical texts, sacrificing personal time and relationships for the demands of her career, all in pursuit of this singular goal. She had dedicated herself wholeheartedly to her profession, knowing that every sacrifice brought her one step closer to her ultimate ambition. The thought of becoming the youngest Consultant in her country had been the beacon guiding her through the darkest moments, fueling her determination to push past every obstacle in her path.
As the anchor's voice echoed through the auditorium, Sarah's heart hammered against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for with bated breath. But as the words fell from the anchor's lips, Sarah's world seemed to come crashing down around her. It was not her name that resonated through the hall, but that of another doctor. Dr. Onur Ali. The name reverberated in her mind like a bitter echo, a stark reminder of her own perceived failure.
Disappointment surged through her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in its suffocating embrace. She closed her eyes, fighting back tears of frustration and despair. She knew, deep down, that she was more than deserving of this recognition. She had poured her heart and soul into her work, surpassing expectations and blazing a trail of excellence in her wake. She was better than Dr. Onur, of that she was certain. And yet, in this moment, none of it seemed to matter.
With a heavy heart, Sarah rose from her seat, her movements mechanical as she made her way to the exit. The sound of applause filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within her. She felt as though she were moving through molasses, each step heavier than the last as she fought to keep her emotions in check. The facade of composure she had carefully cultivated threatened to crumble, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.
Outside, the cool night air enveloped her like a comforting embrace, offering a brief respite from the suffocating confines of the auditorium. Alone in the solitude of the parking lot, Sarah let out a primal scream of frustration, the sound echoing off the walls like a desperate plea. Anger bubbled to the surface, hot and fierce, as she pounded her fists against the steering wheel in a futile gesture of defiance.
Another year. Another opportunity lost. The words echoed in her mind like a cruel refrain, taunting her with the bitter sting of failure. But amidst the chaos of her swirling emotions, a flicker of determination ignited within her, a defiant spark refusing to be extinguished. She would not let this setback define her. She would rise from the ashes of her disappointment, stronger and more determined than ever before.
With a steely resolve, Sarah wiped away her tears, her jaw set in a determined line. The road ahead may be fraught with obstacles, but she would face them head-on, undeterred by the challenges that lay in wait. For Sarah knew that true success was not measured by accolades or titles, but by the indomitable spirit that burned within her, driving her ever forward in pursuit of her dreams.
And so, with renewed purpose, Sarah started the engine and drove off into the night, her eyes fixed on the horizon, where the promise of a new day awaited. Though the road ahead may be long and winding, she knew that with unwavering determination and unyielding perseverance, she would carve her own path to greatness. For Sarah was not just a doctor, she was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of hope and inspiration to all who dared to dream.
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Sarah was a surgeon by profession. She was young, beautiful and single, waiting for the perfect time, that is, after her dream post to fall in love and get married. She knew she was losing on time, but she didn't believe in doing things half-heartedly.
Now the disappointment of waiting another year was weighing down heavily on her.Next day, she was back on her job, seeing patients when she got a message from the Chairman, to meet him.
She was surprised by this sudden attention but decided to find out the reason.She was invited for the dinner that night.
She wondered on suddenly getting his attention, but didn't ponder much.
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Later in the evening, she decided to wear a sexy but elegant dress, which accentuated her curves and complimented her eyes. She left her hair loose after curling them at the ends, applied some makeup and left for her date.
She was indeed, looking ravishing.
She parked her car at the hotel parking lot and headed for her date.
She was a bit surprised by the change of venue from the lounge to his suite. But, she decided to go ahead with it anyway.
It was a 5-star hotel, with luxury and richness resonating from every pore.
There was an exclusive lift for suites, all shiny and glass.
She pressed the bell on reaching the door and was received by her host, Naimat Aliyar, the chairman.
'Mr Aliyar!'
'Dr Sarah !''Hope your journey was comfortable ', he said while receiving her coat and touching her shoulders deliberately.
'Yes, thank you', she didn't miss his touch. Pervert!
'We will dine here ?' She asked with a raised eyebrow.
' Were you expecting something else !' He countered.
'Well .... !! ', she couldn't find appropriate words to express her dissent.
'By the way, I am really sorry for you, that you couldn't get promoted yesterday!' He said while looking suggestively at her.
She remained silent while observing him, it didn't take her long to understand the objective of this meeting.
'Well, I can really help you in that ', he said circling her and suggesting her the obvious.
'Really ?' She feigned her ignorance.
He came near her and touched her shoulders, trying to pull her into his embrace.
It was the last straw for her, she clenched her jaw and slapped him hard on the face.
'You low life scum! How dare you! What do you think you are ??' She gritted her teeth.
He was stunned by her reaction, nobody ever dared to raise their voice in front of him, least of all a slap.
Sarah collected her bag and left for the door,
' No wonder, your wife left you.' She opened and banged the door on his face.
'Sarah, you will regret the day you were born !,' He thought maliciously.
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Next Day, Sarah was busy in seeing patients when an army attendant came with an urgent announcement that the government is asking support for their war-torn neighbouring country. They wanted some doctors and nurses to volunteer and serve the citizens there as their healthcare was already destroyed by the rebels.
Unrest started among the medical staff, doctor or no doctor... everybody loved their life...and going inside a war zone, voluntarily was not a joke. There was an uneasiness, as nobody was willing to sacrifice themselves, so none volunteered.
It was later decided, that the head of the different departments will name a few people from their department so that a team could be formed and sent on a mission.Sarah was also not indifferent from the chaos surrounding her and hoped for peace and safety for her colleagues. She knew it was not an easy task to go to a place with no security or facilities...and still being responsible for someone's life when you are not sure about your own.
A meeting was called for all the doctors, nurses and paramedics.
After an Introduction, the promises of better future, heftier packages and safe return under government's protection were laid out to lure the staff.But still, no one came forward.The younger and new employees were more worried because their chances of being sent were higher than the older ones.
So finally, the heads started to announce the names. A total of 10 staff members were being called out, 3 doctors, 4 nurses and 3 other supporting staff.
Suddenly, Dr Sarah 's name was called out at the end as the team leader, by Naimat Aliyar.
All were shocked because she was one of the best doctors of this hospital, and sending her to the war zone was like sending her to death bed.
'Do you have any objections, Dr Sarah?', He asked with an evil grin.
'No Mr Aliyar, ' she replied with an equally bright smile.They had to leave after a week. They began preparations and also said their goodbyes.
One night before their departure, she received a called from Naimat, 'Do you wish to change your mind now Dr Sarah? You are too young to die in such a gruesome way. And I can recommend you for your desired post as well !'
'Why don't you shove that offer, up your ass Naimet? Let me tell you something...Spending six months out there is not a big deal and in fact, that will give us recognition from the government, which actually, will be quite helpful when I will tell them about your blackmailing ways and how you took advantage of young girls. You just wait and watch... I will not spare you. And regarding my promotion, I will get it sooner or later. It's just a matter of time !'
With that, she cut the phone 'Bastard !'
Sarah and her team found themselves touching down on the army's airport, the relentless heat and swirling winds greeting them as they disembarked onto the tarmac. To their surprise and dismay, there was no welcoming party awaiting their arrival, no signs of life in the desolate expanse stretching out before them. With a sense of abandonment, they watched as the aircraft that had brought them there disappeared into the horizon, leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere. Hours passed, the sun beating down relentlessly as they waited for some semblance of assistance. Finally, a convoy of army vehicles appeared on the horizon, their rumbling engines signaling the arrival of their rescuers. With a mixture of relief and frustration, Sarah and her team climbed aboard, grateful for the reprieve from the oppressive heat. Their accommodations awaited them near an old school, its weathered façade a stark contrast to the bustling activity that once filled its halls. Now converted into a mak
Colonel Zakariah stood at the precipice of chaos, his country torn apart by the flames of civil war. For two long years, he had fought tirelessly against the rebels who sought to overthrow the government he had sworn to protect. But with each passing day, the conflict had only escalated, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. The rebels had waged a relentless campaign of destruction, targeting the very foundations of the city's infrastructure and leaving its people to suffer the consequences. Hospitals lay in ruins, schools shuttered, and basic services a distant memory. The once-thriving metropolis had been reduced to a shell of its former self, its streets haunted by the specter of violence and fear. In the face of such devastation, Zakariah knew that drastic measures were needed to stem the tide of bloodshed. Desperate to stem the flow of casualties, he had reached out to neighboring countries in a bid to secure much-needed medical assistance. It was a small ray of hope in a
As Sarah slowly regained consciousness, a wave of dizziness washed over her, disorienting her senses as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Blinking back the haze of unconsciousness, she found herself lying on the floor, her hands bound tightly behind her back. Panic surged through her veins as she realized the gravity of her situation, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. "What the fuck!" she cursed under her breath, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and fear as she struggled against her restraints. With a grunt of frustration, she strained against the ropes, the coarse fibers biting into her flesh as she sought to free herself from their grip. Her efforts were met with a cold silence, broken only by the sound of her own ragged breathing as she surveyed the room around her. And then, to her horror, she saw him sitting in the corner of the room, his dark eyes fixed upon her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Colonel Zakariah!" sh
Sarah's heart pounded with a mixture of relief and apprehension as she entered Zakariah's quarters. The simple, one-bedroom accommodation felt like a sanctuary compared to the bleak confines of her prison cell. She took a moment to survey her surroundings, noting the sparse furnishings and utilitarian design. It was clear that this was a space meant for functionality rather than luxury, a place where Zakariah could retreat from the chaos of the outside world. But as Sarah's gaze fell upon herself, she was struck by the stark contrast between the cleanliness of Zakariah's quarters and her own disheveled appearance. The grime of days spent in captivity clung to her skin, mingling with the dried blood of a rebel's wounds. Her hair hung in greasy tangles around her face, and her lips were cracked and dry from dehydration. The stench of sweat and filth permeated the air around her, a constant reminder of the indignities she had endured. Zakariah entered the room, his expression betraying
As Sarah rose from the bed, the weight of the previous night hung heavy upon her weary frame. Every movement sent a wave of pain coursing through her body, a cruel reminder of the brutality she had endured at the hands of her captor. It was almost evening, the fading light of day casting long shadows across the room, as if to mirror the darkness that had settled over her soul. The soreness between her thighs served as a grim testament to the horrors of the previous night, each twinge of pain a stark reminder of the relentless assault she had suffered at his hands. He had taken her again and again, his insatiable lust driving him to new depths of depravity with each passing hour. And as she recalled the events of the night, her eyes brimmed with tears, the bitter taste of despair lingering on her lips. In a world devoid of justice or mercy, Sarah found herself adrift in a sea of hopelessness, her faith in humanity shattered beyond repair. With each passing moment, she felt herself sli
Sarah awoke the next morning to find herself alone in the room, the absence of her captor palpable in the stillness of the space. With a flicker of hope, she scanned the room once more, even venturing into the washroom in a desperate bid to confirm his departure. He was truly gone. The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger. Swiftly, Sarah resolved to seize the opportunity for escape. With a sense of urgency propelling her forward, she hastily prepared to depa
It was already the dead of night when they finally arrived at his room. The journey had been long and arduous, fraught with danger and uncertainty at every turn. Yet, despite the exhaustion that weighed heavy on their weary bodies, there was an undeniable tension hanging in the air between them, a palpable electricity that crackled and sparked with every breath they took.He motioned for her to follow him towards the washroom, his movements fluid and graceful despite the weariness etched into the lines of his face. Sarah obediently followed, her steps faltering slightly as she tried to keep up with his brisk pace. She felt a knot of anticipation coiling in the pit of her stomach, a strange mix of fear and excitement swirling within her as they entered the dimly lit room.As soon as they were inside, he turned to face her, his gaze piercing and intense in the low light. Without a word, he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate as he shed layer after layer of clothing until
In the days that followed, Sarah found herself navigating the treacherous waters of her new life with a sense of grim determination. Passive submission became her only recourse, her spirit broken by the knowledge that resistance would only invite further misery upon her. She understood all too well that fighting Zakariah would only serve to exacerbate her suffering, so she made the difficult decision to adapt to her circumstances and mold herself into the image of the woman he desired. Each morning began with the sharp rap of a guard's knuckles on the door, signaling the start of another day in captivity. Sarah would rise, her movements sluggish with exhaustion, as she joined Zakariah for breakfast. He would often feed her, a gesture that felt both tender and suffocating in its intimacy. Despite the facade of domesticity, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of being a puppet in Zakariah's twisted game of control. After breakfast, her daily routine consisted of menial tasks—cleaning, tid
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Zakariah standing on the threshold, Adam cradled in his arms. Relief flooded through her at the sight of her son, his familiar form a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded her thoughts."Mommy!" Adam exclaimed, launching himself into her embrace with all the exuberance of youth. Sarah's arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close as tears welled in her eyes. "Adam, my darling, are you hurt anywhere?" she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury."I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.Sarah's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked up at Zakariah, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barel
Zakariah's car rolled to a stop at the designated location, the engine purring softly as he cut the ignition. Stepping out into the cool night air, he surveyed his surroundings with a practiced eye, taking note of every detail. He had meticulously orchestrated this operation, rallying his loyal associates and assembling a formidable backup force to accompany him. Their vehicles trailed behind, maintaining a discreet distance as they shadowed his every move.As he approached the building, Zakariah was accosted by a group of rebels who promptly subjected him to a thorough frisking. He complied without protest, knowing full well that they would be foolish not to search him for concealed weapons. Yet, unbeknownst to his captors, his most prized possessions lay hidden within the soles of his shoes—a contingency plan born of years of experience and cunning.Three of his seven weapons were confiscated during the search, but Zakariah remained unfazed. He had anticipated this setback and was p
Nightfall draped its shroud over the world as they finally arrived at Sarah's place, weary from the journey. With a simple meal to nourish them, Sarah busied herself arranging accommodations for him in the guest room, adjacent to Adam's quarters. She could already imagine the curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he explored his new surroundings, a familiarity born from her own past experiences with desperation.Zakariah found himself drawn to his son's belongings, each item a poignant reminder of the life he had missed. Framed photographs adorned the walls, capturing moments from Adam's life—a kaleidoscope of birthdays, school days, and family outings frozen in time. A smile tugged at Zakariah's lips as he took in the sight of his son's room, adorned with medals and trophies that spoke volumes of his achievements at such a tender age. "How old is he...5?" he mused, his heart swelling with pride at the thought.Yet, amidst the joyous memories, a pang of sorrow gripped Zakariah's heart as
'He is your son, Zakariah ', she finally revealed the truth in a hoarse voice.Zakariah stilled in his tracks.My son!He was still trying to process her words.He turned to look back at her, furrowed forehead, and his burning eyes held questions for her!She quickly opened the file, which she carried with her, and took out a photograph.'His name is Adam, and he is five years old', Sarah said and extended her arm towards him to look at it.Zakariah's hand trembled slightly as he stared at the photograph in his hands, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him. The image depicted a smiling young boy, his steel-grey eyes a striking reminder of their shared bloodline. It was a paternity that needed no DNA test to confirm. Adam. His son. Five years old. Five years of his life had passed without the slightest inkling that he had a child. He scrutinized the photo, noting the resemblance between himself and the boy, save for Adam's straight nose and brighter skin tone inherited from h
"I want you," he said, his voice firm and unwavering as he looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and determination, daring her to refuse him.Sarah felt a surge of shock at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of what he was suggesting. She knew he was serious, and she also knew that he was capable of stooping to any level to get what he wanted. But this...she wasn’t prepared for this.He wanted to test her loyalty, to see how far she would go for her son. Would she betray her husband as well, just to save her child?"I had missed fucking you...all these years," he continued, his voice low and husky as he traced his finger along her neck and down to the exposed skin of her cleavage. The touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she had long thought extinguished.Sarah's heart raced at his words and his touch, her body responding instinctively to his proximity. It had been so long since they had been this close, so i
Sarah stood outside Zakariah's imposing mansion, feeling the weight of exhaustion and apprehension settling upon her shoulders. The journey to reach his home had been long and arduous, spanning borders and time zones, leaving her drained both physically and emotionally. Yet, she knew that the hardest part of her journey still lay ahead. As she stood before the grand entrance, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over her. The enormity of the task before her loomed large, casting a shadow over her already weary spirit. She took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage within her, reminding herself of the purpose that had driven her to this doorstep. With a trembling hand, Sarah raised it to knock on the door, the sound echoing through the silent air like a thunderclap. Each rap against the wood felt like a hammer blow to her heart, a stark reminder of the stakes involved in this encounter. But she knew that for the sake of her son, she had to press forward,
"Adi, have you finished your homework?" Sarah's voice reverberated through the modest apartment, cutting through the quiet hum of the late afternoon. She had just returned from her job, the fatigue evident in the lines etched on her face as she found her son, Adam, engrossed in a pile of toys strewn across the living room floor."Mum, I'm playing now," Adam responded, his attention still fixed on the colorful array of toys before him.Sarah sighed softly, the weariness of the day settling heavily upon her shoulders. "Adam, you know you have to finish your homework first," she gently reminded him, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation."But it's finished already," Adam replied casually, finally tearing his gaze away from his toys to meet his mother's tired eyes.Sarah's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she processed her son's words. "But you just got back from school. When did you finish it?" she asked, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity co
A few months later,Sarah gave birth to a healthy baby boy.As time passed, Sarah found herself immersed in the joys and challenges of motherhood. Her beautiful baby boy, Adam, brought immense happiness into her life with his golden skin and curly hair. Yet, it was his eyes that captivated her the most—a striking shade of steel grey, inherited from his father. Sarah marveled at the sight of those eyes, a constant reminder of the man who had once been a significant part of her life.Naming him Adam seemed fitting, as he became the apple of everyone's eye, bringing joy and laughter wherever he went. Sarah's parents, devoted grandparents, lived with her, providing love and support as they helped care for the young child. Their presence eased the responsibilities of parenthood, allowing Sarah to balance her career aspirations with the demands of raising a child.Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Sarah navigated the journey of motherhood with determination and love. She was
It had been nearly two months since her return, yet something felt amiss. Sarah couldn't shake the constant fatigue and sickness that plagued her days, nor could she stomach even her most beloved foods. The steady decline in her weight was alarming, and her body felt out of sorts, as if something within her was fundamentally wrong. Recognizing the gravity of her symptoms, she resolved to seek answers and scheduled herself for a thorough medical examination. With each passing day, her concerns grew, overshadowing any semblance of normalcy in her life. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something serious was amiss, and she was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.But right now she had another task at hand and she got herself busy in beautifying herself. She had a date that day. Sarah felt a flutter of excitement as she prepared for her date. Meeting her colleague after hours filled her with anticipation, especially considering his reputation as a charming and