She whispered, "They say love is when your heart flutters every time you see that person."
With a tender smile, he replied, "Well, darling, every beat of my heart is a love letter written just for you."
Zahir Ahmed Khan, a persistent believer that l...
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As Yasmin continued to chatter away on the phone, I couldn't help but roll my eyes, stuffing another bite of white glazed donuts I had whipped into my mouth. Who knew being a nurse could be so stressful? Besides the obvious life-and-death situations, there's also the added pressure of dealing with nosy friends who think they know everything about your love life.
I chuckled to myself as I listened to Yasmin's voice on the phone, her words mixing with my munching. She always had a way of getting straight to the point, even if it meant interrupting my sweet snack time.
"Come on, spill the beans, Aisha," she persisted, her tone teasing. "Who's the mystery guy that's got you all flustered?"
I choked on my mouthful of sweets, coughing and sputtering as I tried to respond. "What are you talking about?" I managed to wheeze out between fits of coughing.
Yasmin's laughter echoed through the phone. "Oh, come on, Aisha. I know you better than you know yourself."
I rolled my eyes, pretending to be engrossed in the patient data on my computer screen. "No one's got me flustered," I mumbled around a mouthful of food. "I'm just... enjoying my break, that's all."
Yasmin let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're impossible, you know that?" she said, exasperation evident in her voice. "But seriously, spill. I need some juicy gossip to get me through this boring case."
I snorted, almost choking on my food. "Gossip? Yasmin, you're worse than a high schooler," I teased, unable to suppress a grin. "And there's nothing to spill. I just bumped into him, that's all."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Yasmin spoke again, her voice laced with skepticism. "Uh-huh, sure. Just bumped into him, huh? And I suppose you accidentally pulled his tie and stumbled into his arms?" she quipped, her sarcasm dripping like honey.
I felt a flush creeping up my cheeks at the memory, but I brushed it off with a nonchalant shrug. "Yeah, well, accidents happen," I muttered, my attempt at nonchalance failing miserably.
Yasmin laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Sounds like someone's got a crush."
I shot her a glare. "I do not have a crush. I have better things to do than waste my time pining over some arrogant jerk who thinks he's God's gift to humanity."
I rolled my eyes, refusing to dignify her comment with a response. Instead, I focused on finishing my snack, determined to put the conversation behind me. After all, I had patients to attend to, and they were far more deserving of my attention than some overgrown man-child with a superiority complex.
Yasmin laughed, her voice echoing through the phone. "Oh, Aisha, you're too cute when you try to play it cool," she said, amusement evident in her tone. "But seriously, spill. I want details."
I scanned the records, checking for any anomalies or irregularities that might indicate a problem. Call it paranoia, but I like to stay on top of things, especially regarding my patients' health and well-being.
