**Amira pov**One evening, after an exceptionally tough day at the hospital, my friends suggested to join at a bar nearby. It wasn’t unusual for them to grab a drink together after a long shift, so I agreed after their multiple requests. My friends got excited especially Ryan’s expression changed and he was excited after he saw me joining them. Looks like he had already drunk enough to get tipsy , seems like he had done many surgeries today. I had few shots with them. I enjoyed the sight of fun dance moves made by my friends Mia, Eva, Daniel and I recorded them to make fun of them later. Me and Ryan was sitting in the cushion and having some drinks and chatting. He is not even giving proper answer just looking at me with blushing face.His usual confident demeanor seemed to falter as he downed his drink and looked at me with an intensity he wasn’t used to.“Amira,” he began, his voice slightly slurred, “I need to tell you something.”I looked at him, puzzled. “What’s up, Ryan?”“I’ve
**Amira pov**The next morning, I walked into the hospital with a single mission: avoid Ryan at all costs. I threw myself into my work, taking on as many patients as possible, anything to keep myself busy. I even avoid having lunch with my friends by eating late by engaging myself in work. But every time I walked past the surgical wing, my heart would skip a beat, wondering if Ryan was nearby."Amira, you okay?" Eva asked as we took a quick coffee break together. She was one of my closest friends, someone I could always count on for support."Yeah, just tired," I lied, giving her a forced smile.Yet she managed to read my mind again”Well, you can’t avoid him forever. You need to talk to him, Amira. Ryan’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve to be left hanging like this," she advised, her tone gentle but firm. Eva reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "Amira, you have to let yourself move on. You deserve to be happy."I nodded, but her words didn’t make it any easier. How could I m
**Amira pov**The days that followed my conversation with Ryan were a mix of relief and continued tension. The weight of his feelings, now out in the open, hung between us, altering the dynamics of our friendship. I couldn’t help but replay our conversation in my mind, the guilt gnawing at me. I knew I couldn’t continue to leave him in limbo, but the thought of moving forward while still entangled in my past was overwhelming.A few days later, I decided to take a step forward. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Ryan just yet, but I knew I needed to start dealing with the mess I had left behind. I went to the locker tried removing my engagement ring from my finger, the symbol of a relationship that had ended in confusion and pain. It was so tight that I got scared of losing my finger. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out, the small band feeling heavy in my hand. For a moment, I simply stared at it, memories flooding back—both the good and the bad. I kept my ring into the locker and c
**Amira pov**Every morning not exactly every morning but most of the morning,I woke up with a pounding headache, the stress and guilt manifesting in physical pain. I knew it wasn’t normal, so I scheduled some tests at the hospital without the knowledge of my friends. But the results came back clear, leaving me more frustrated than ever.I consulted with my colleagues in the medicine department, but no one could give me a definitive answer. They suggested it might be stress-related, but I knew it was more than that. It was the weight of my unresolved past, the constant reminder that I hadn’t closed the door on my marriage, that I was living in a limbo of my own making.———————-With my ring out of sight, I allowed myself to fully embrace my feelings for Ryan. We started spending more time together, and our bond grew stronger with each passing day. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and it felt like a natural progression from our friendship.Ryan was always attentive, making sure
**Amira**I always had prided myself on being in control, both in my personal life and my career as a pediatrician. But all of that began to unravel the day Ryan confessed his love for me. Since then, my carefully constructed walls had been slowly crumbling, leaving me vulnerable in ways I never anticipated.It was a typical morning in the hospital, with the usual flurry of activity as doctors, nurses, and patients filled the halls. I was checking on my patients with junior residents in tow. The children made cute interactions with us. But today, my mind kept drifting back to Ryan.Ryan, the brilliant surgeon who had been my friend for years, had become something much more complicated. Our relationship had always been close, but since his confession, there was a new tension between us—one that was both exciting and terrifying."Dr. Amira, are you with us?" Mia, the hospital administrator, teased as she caught me daydreaming in the hallway. Mia had a sharp eye and an even sharper sense
**Amira**The cafeteria is bustling with activity, the sound of clattering trays and the murmur of conversation filling the air. But despite the noise, I can’t stop thinking about Ryan, about the way his touch lingered on mine, about the way my heart seems to speed up every time he’s near.“You’re distracted,” Mia says, her eyes narrowing as she studies me.“What? No, I’m not,” I reply, a little too quickly.Eva smirks, leaning back in her chair with a knowing look. “She’s totally distracted.”“By a certain surgeon, perhaps?” Mia teases, her voice light but full of implication.I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and I quickly take a sip of water to hide my reaction. “You two are ridiculous.”“Ridiculously right,” Eva quips, her grin widening. “It’s so obvious, Amira.”“There’s nothing going on,” I protest, though the words feel hollow even to my own ears.“Uh-huh,” Mia says, clearly unconvinced. “That’s why you practically light up every time he walks into a room.”I open my m
**Amira**On fine evening after my shift got over , I got surprised when Ryan waited for me in my office for an hour even after he finished his work. It amused me about the fact that how did he knew I didn’t bring my car today. Then I remembered my dear friend Daniel with whom I shared the news about my punctured car tire .Make it in good sentence as we walked side by side down the quiet corridor, the tension between us felt almost palpable. My heart raced, a mix of nervousness and excitement churning inside me, as I stole a glance at Ryan. He seemed lost in thought, his brow slightly furrowed, but when he noticed me looking, his expression softened, and he gave me a small, reassuring smile.The sight of it—the way his lips curved just for me—sent a flutter through my chest. I felt a sudden surge of boldness, a determination to bridge the gap between us once and for all. I didn’t want to wait any longer. The feelings I had been holding back, the longing and uncertainty, were too much
Me and Ryan had always worked well together, our unspoken connection guiding us through even the most chaotic of days. But now, there was an added layer to our relationship—a warmth that lingered in every shared glance, every fleeting touch.everyday I wake up from the bed with a headache but soon after it disappears after seeing him in hospital. We began dating openly, no longer hiding our affections from the world. It was exhilarating, but it also came with its challenges. The hospital was a small world, and news spread quickly. Our colleagues, especially our close friends, didn’t take long to catch on. Mia, was the first to tease us. She caught us one morning as we were grabbing coffee in the staff lounge, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, well, what do we have here?” she said, her tone dripping with mock surprise as she looked between the two of us. “I knew there was something going on between you two!” Ryan and I exchanged a glance, both of us unable to suppress our smi
The morning was filled with anticipation as Aiden sat in the hospital’s waiting room, his hands resting gently on the small shoulders of his three-year-old son. The little boy, with his curly hair and deep brown skin, played with a small toy car, unaware of the monumental moment that was about to change their lives forever. Aiden couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the boy—a child Amira had insisted on adopting despite the prejudices of others.Amira had met the boy during one of her visits to the orphanage. She had been furious to see him excluded and got hurt by the other children because of his skin color, and her fierce heart wouldn’t let it go. She had scolded those children and, without hesitation, decided to bring him into their family. The boy was now the light of their lives, and today, he was about to become a big brother.“Daddy, when is Mommy coming out?” the boy asked, his innocent eyes looking up at Aiden.“Soon, buddy. Your little sister will be here any minute now,
Aiden covered her completely with bed sheets.Crawling under the covers, Aiden wrapped his arms around Amira's trembling body and guided her knees towards her chest. She instinctively clutched the fabric to her breasts, a barrier of modesty. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing soothing kisses along her inner thighs. "I've got you."His lips trailed higher, skimming over soft, sensitive skin. Amira's breath hitched as his mouth neared her most intimate place. Would he truly...? Anticipation mingled with nervousness, a potent mix.Aiden nuzzled in close, inhaling her womanly musk. He licked a slow stripe through glistening folds. A strangled moan escaped her throat.He chuckled against her flesh. "You taste like heaven, Amira. Let me pleasure you." Parting her with his thumbs, he delved in for a deeper sample, laving her sweet nectar. His tongue circled her pearl, coaxing it to stiffness. Amira bucked into the different sensation, hands fisting in the sheets. Nothing had ever
Aiden arrived at the office minutes before the meeting, his stride confident but unhurried. Michele, already seated at the conference table, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening.“Well, well, well,” Michele said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up after that call earlier. Thought you’d be… otherwise occupied.”Aiden chuckled, adjusting his tie as he took a seat. “I keep my priorities straight, Michele. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t screw this up.”Michele laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man. But hey, can’t blame you. If I had what you have waiting at home, I’d probably skip every meeting too.”Aiden gave him a knowing grin but said nothing, his thoughts already drifting to Amira.The day passed in a blur of presentations and negotiations, but Aiden’s mind kept wandering back to the promise Amira had made that morning. By the time the meeting ended, he could barely contain his excitement.As he pulled into
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on
The cold metal of the gun pressed against Amira’s back sent a shiver down her spine, but her jaw clenched in defiance. The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back as he sneered.“Put the gun down,” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. “You’ve got no chance, sweetheart. You’re just a girl.”Amira’s teeth ground together, her blood boiling at his condescension. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab the gun, but his hold on her hair kept her restrained.From the shadows, a soft, deliberate noise echoed—a click of the tongue, dripping with mock disappointment.The man holding Amira froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Amira turned her eyes in the same direction, and from the darkness, a figure stepped into the dim light, his silhouette instantly recognizable.Aiden.He stood casually, a gun resting lazily in his hand, his other hand scratching his head as if he were mildly bored. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, but his expr
The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w
Aiden signalled one of his men to clean up the mess and made other one to drive the car.The air in the car was heavy with the remnants of the chaos they had just left behind, but in the backseat, the tension between Aiden and Amira had shifted to something softer, something far more intimate. The city lights flickered through the tinted windows, casting a warm glow over their faces as the car rolled down the quiet streets.Amira leaned against Aiden, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. She let out a long, tired sigh and turned her face slightly toward him. “Thanks for the… valuable gift,” she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of gratitude and lingering exhaustion.Aiden smirked, tilting his head to look at her. “Valuable gift? That’s one way to put it,” he teased, his tone playful. “You emptied bullets into him.shouldn’t I deserve more than thanks”Amira shot him a faint smile, her eyes glimmering under the soft light.She shifted slightly, looking up at him more directly. “
The gun felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in Amira’s trembling hands, but her resolve was steady. Memories crashed over her like waves—moments of fear, anguish, and betrayal all tied to the man in front of her. He had been the architect of her nightmares, the shadow that loomed over her every step, and now, he sat bound, powerless, and at her mercy.Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she took a step closer, her eyes dark with rage. She raised the gun and pointed it at his groin, her finger hovering over the trigger. “Stephen”she called out his name with a sinister smile with an head tilt..The man’s sneer vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed terror.“No! Wait! Please!” he shouted, struggling against the restraints. “Don’t do this! I’ll do anything you want—just don’t shoot!”Amira’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Anything I want?” she repeated, her voice cold and venomous. “How generous of you, can you give my child’s life back.”“I—I was wrong,” he stammered, hi
The night air was thick with finality as I packed my things and left the mansion behind—along with the memories, the pain, and the darkness it harbored. Every step I took away from that place felt like shedding a weight off my chest, but the further I went, the more I realized how deeply my father’s betrayal had wounded me. Even leaving Aiden behind, with all the history we shared, felt like a necessary step in a journey that no longer had any clear destination.The city lights grew dim as I sped away, and by the time I reached Mia’s house, the moon was hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows over her quiet neighborhood. I knocked softly at first, hesitant to disturb her, but the need for someone—anyone—was stronger than my hesitance. My second knock was firmer, and after a few moments, the door opened to Mia’s familiar face, her warm smile faltering when she saw the state I was in.“Amira?” Her voice was full of surprise, then concern as she took in my tear-streaked face, the ha