Height- 6'4; chest- broad; complexion- fair-- Yes the Doctor is Handsome! An original Marks & Spenser grayish collar shirt with a branded plain tie and a jet black dress pant with a trendy belt - Indeed the Doctor is Handsome. An expensive original Seiko hanging down to his left wrist; stylish boots of original Clarks covering his feet ; properly gelled and spiky hair; a unique framed specs along with the frangrance of Brut - Truly, the Doctor is Handsome.
Fiza, 19, has just started her Fashion designing course in one of the top Institution in this field. Happy-go-lucky by nature, she's still single and apparently, she's not planning to cry after a guy unlike most of her friends do, at least not any soon. She is social; she is out-going; she loves to party; she has a motto in her life - No love, No Tension.
Mrs. Fozan, wife of a retired bureaucrat and mother of Fiza, is a chronic hypertensive patient along with a tendency of mood-swings - probably a natural one if you have 3 daughters who are still unmarried and a retired husband at home. Fiza, the second amongst her siblings, is responsible to take her mother to the hospital on Saturdays - the day of Mrs. Fozan's appointment with her counselor.
It's Saturday. Mrs. Fozan is having an extended session with her counselor in Medical ward 4 who is trying to overcome the tendencies of her mood-swings with the help of verbal therapy. Fiza is waiting outside - not observing the hustle and bustle around her, thanks to the technology in her hand which is sending impulses to her cochlea via headphones and she's moving her lips along with the impulses that are generated. Her eyes, suddenly, perceive another stimulus. A tall, good-looking, well-dressed man in a white over-all with a stethoscope around his neck and a clip-board in his hand is seen. The impulse of her eyes has got better off the impulse of her ears. She's unable to take her eyes off the young House Officer, around 24. Surely, The Doctor is Handsome!
'Mom i guess you should start having sessions with your counselor more than once a week' says Fiza on her way back. 'Beta I don't need that much counseling, I am not in a worse stage' Mrs Fozan is satisfied with one session a week.
Mrs. Fozan is getting surprized by the concern being showed by her daughter like never before. This is the fourth cosecutive week in which Fiza has reminded her mother of her appointment while making sure that she gets ready in time. Fiza's eyes are again looking for Ahsan Khan, the only information that she has got about her love-at-first-sight. She is unable to understand the reason for her being shy in-front of him, because it is completely against her nature. It's not that she is ugly, she has rejected many decent-looking guys while she was in A-levels, and she is pretty much a beautiful looking girl. For the first time, she has admired a guy and she doesn't know how to respond.
Three months are gone without even a single chat. Mrs. Fozan is very much out of her mood-swing phases. Fiza has no choice but to go alone to the hospitals, 3-4 times a week now. She wants this mysterious feeling to end once for all. She has had many sleepless nights, many workless days, much meal-less times. She has decided to talk to the Doctor today. She is in a 'babe-look'
'Errmm Excuse me, My name is Fiza' 'How can I help you Miss?'. The reply came in a deep decent respectful voice. Truly the Doctor is Handsome. 'Well, I am having sleepless nights, I can't concentrate on anything, I am unable to remain happy even if i try to'... 'Ohh, may be you should consult a Psychiatrist, such things happen at your age, may be you are having an exam-phobia or something' Fiza was expecting a better reply from the Doc. 'No it's not related to studies, and I don't need a Psychiatrist, you are a Doctor, can't you help me out?' 'But you see I am just a house officer doing my house job, this is not my field' There was no way the Doctor was going to entertain that poor girl no matter how sweet she was trying to be. The Doctors are unromantic, she thinks.
'I think I should give him a call on the number which I got from his collegue in the hospital'. Fiza decides. 'I am sorry I didn't recognize you....Oh that young girl?? How can I serve you now?' There is a little hardening of voice from his side; he is clearly disturbed by the call. Fiza tells her that she has something for him. The last think she expects is her call being dropped. She thinks there is a network problem. She tries again. And again, and again. And finally she is surprised to find her number to be blocked. 4 months of wilderness without a success. Fiza cries and decides to lock up herself in her room.
'Am I so bad to be behaved like this by a guy?' Fiza asks her best-friend, Amina. Amina tries to cheer her up and convince her to attend her party at evening.
'Had it not been for the over-all and steths, this guy looks exactly a carbon copy of Ahsan.' Fiza is thinking after watching a guy in the party. But she is heart-broken. She is not thinking about him. She is with her friends as she hears a manly voice. 'Can i join you guys?' Amina nods. He is starting a conversation with Fiza. His name is Danial. Fiza is starting to enjoy the conversation after an initial stage of irritation. Amina and her other friends are giving them both some moments of private discussion. Life's good again.
Fiza is at this hospital. It has been a year since Mrs. Fozan last had a session with her counselor. Fiza is un-concerned with her surroundings. She is busy in texting Danial. Ahsan has probably left for his Post-Graduate training in US. As if she cares? She has got well over him.
Fiza concludes that no matter how many apples you keep away and throw in the garbage, and no matter how much the Doctor is handsome, don't go after him because he has undergone a special training of brutality being imposed over him for 5 years which ultimately turns his heart into a stone without any feelings.
The moral of the story is: Even if the Doctor is Handsome, Do Not keep the apple away. [:P]
Fiza, 19, has just started her Fashion designing course in one of the top Institution in this field. Happy-go-lucky by nature, she's still single and apparently, she's not planning to cry after a guy unlike most of her friends do, at least not any soon. She is social; she is out-going; she loves to party; she has a motto in her life - No love, No Tension.
Mrs. Fozan, wife of a retired bureaucrat and mother of Fiza, is a chronic hypertensive patient along with a tendency of mood-swings - probably a natural one if you have 3 daughters who are still unmarried and a retired husband at home. Fiza, the second amongst her siblings, is responsible to take her mother to the hospital on Saturdays - the day of Mrs. Fozan's appointment with her counselor.
It's Saturday. Mrs. Fozan is having an extended session with her counselor in Medical ward 4 who is trying to overcome the tendencies of her mood-swings with the help of verbal therapy. Fiza is waiting outside - not observing the hustle and bustle around her, thanks to the technology in her hand which is sending impulses to her cochlea via headphones and she's moving her lips along with the impulses that are generated. Her eyes, suddenly, perceive another stimulus. A tall, good-looking, well-dressed man in a white over-all with a stethoscope around his neck and a clip-board in his hand is seen. The impulse of her eyes has got better off the impulse of her ears. She's unable to take her eyes off the young House Officer, around 24. Surely, The Doctor is Handsome!
'Mom i guess you should start having sessions with your counselor more than once a week' says Fiza on her way back. 'Beta I don't need that much counseling, I am not in a worse stage' Mrs Fozan is satisfied with one session a week.
Mrs. Fozan is getting surprized by the concern being showed by her daughter like never before. This is the fourth cosecutive week in which Fiza has reminded her mother of her appointment while making sure that she gets ready in time. Fiza's eyes are again looking for Ahsan Khan, the only information that she has got about her love-at-first-sight. She is unable to understand the reason for her being shy in-front of him, because it is completely against her nature. It's not that she is ugly, she has rejected many decent-looking guys while she was in A-levels, and she is pretty much a beautiful looking girl. For the first time, she has admired a guy and she doesn't know how to respond.
Three months are gone without even a single chat. Mrs. Fozan is very much out of her mood-swing phases. Fiza has no choice but to go alone to the hospitals, 3-4 times a week now. She wants this mysterious feeling to end once for all. She has had many sleepless nights, many workless days, much meal-less times. She has decided to talk to the Doctor today. She is in a 'babe-look'
'Errmm Excuse me, My name is Fiza' 'How can I help you Miss?'. The reply came in a deep decent respectful voice. Truly the Doctor is Handsome. 'Well, I am having sleepless nights, I can't concentrate on anything, I am unable to remain happy even if i try to'... 'Ohh, may be you should consult a Psychiatrist, such things happen at your age, may be you are having an exam-phobia or something' Fiza was expecting a better reply from the Doc. 'No it's not related to studies, and I don't need a Psychiatrist, you are a Doctor, can't you help me out?' 'But you see I am just a house officer doing my house job, this is not my field' There was no way the Doctor was going to entertain that poor girl no matter how sweet she was trying to be. The Doctors are unromantic, she thinks.
'I think I should give him a call on the number which I got from his collegue in the hospital'. Fiza decides. 'I am sorry I didn't recognize you....Oh that young girl?? How can I serve you now?' There is a little hardening of voice from his side; he is clearly disturbed by the call. Fiza tells her that she has something for him. The last think she expects is her call being dropped. She thinks there is a network problem. She tries again. And again, and again. And finally she is surprised to find her number to be blocked. 4 months of wilderness without a success. Fiza cries and decides to lock up herself in her room.
'Am I so bad to be behaved like this by a guy?' Fiza asks her best-friend, Amina. Amina tries to cheer her up and convince her to attend her party at evening.
'Had it not been for the over-all and steths, this guy looks exactly a carbon copy of Ahsan.' Fiza is thinking after watching a guy in the party. But she is heart-broken. She is not thinking about him. She is with her friends as she hears a manly voice. 'Can i join you guys?' Amina nods. He is starting a conversation with Fiza. His name is Danial. Fiza is starting to enjoy the conversation after an initial stage of irritation. Amina and her other friends are giving them both some moments of private discussion. Life's good again.
Fiza is at this hospital. It has been a year since Mrs. Fozan last had a session with her counselor. Fiza is un-concerned with her surroundings. She is busy in texting Danial. Ahsan has probably left for his Post-Graduate training in US. As if she cares? She has got well over him.
Fiza concludes that no matter how many apples you keep away and throw in the garbage, and no matter how much the Doctor is handsome, don't go after him because he has undergone a special training of brutality being imposed over him for 5 years which ultimately turns his heart into a stone without any feelings.
The moral of the story is: Even if the Doctor is Handsome, Do Not keep the apple away. [:P]
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