If there was an award for The most stubborn Drama queen,
Mysha Zafar would win it hands down . Short in stature , but towering in attitude , she could argue all the day out of anything --or so she thought.until the day when she was dragged , against her will , to a doctor's clinic by her overbearing family.
"Doctor? , Seriously!? I don't need one . I just sneezed twice ."
Mysha grumbled clutching her scarf dramatically as if the clinic was a courtroom and she was on trial.
Her Uncle sighed , "you've been burning in fever for three days Mysha . You're not getting out of this ".
Little did she know that her fate has some cruel plans to play .Because the man waiting for her behind the white coat wasn’t just any doctor—he was the Dr. Arsalan Ahmed. Tall, imposing, with a no-nonsense glare that could silence even the loudest of mouths. His clinic was his kingdom, where patients listened, obeyed, and left cured. And his first patient of the day? Mysha Zafar, the human tornado of stubbornness.
When Mysha stormed into his office, her dramatic entrance startled him more than he’d care to admit. “Do you doctors always keep people waiting? Or is this some kind of ego thing?” she snapped, arms crossed like a rebellious teenager.
Arsalan raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Do you patients always come in yelling, or is this your fever talking?”
And just like that, the air between them crackled—half with irritation, half with something they couldn’t quite name. Their first encounter wasn’t love at first sight. Oh no, it was more like “Why are you yelling at me, I’m trying to help you!” meets “Don’t you dare lecture me, Mister High-and-Mighty!”
Mysha had met her match, and so had Arsalan. For once, his calm exterior was tested by a woman who seemed determined to challenge him at every step.
But destiny wasn’t done with them yet. Because what started as a heated argument in the clinic would soon spiral into something neither of them could predict.
This wasn’t just a meeting of two strangers—it was the beginning of a rollercoaster journey filled with bickering, unexpected tenderness, and a sprinkle of chaos. After all, love doesn’t always knock politely. Sometimes, it barges in wearing a fever, a frown, and a mouth that just won’t stop talking.
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