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‘More than anything.’ She smiled at him and added, ‘I am ready for

tomorrow. But you’ve got to tell me what you will do to me. Like the exact
procedure down to the tiniest details.’
‘I sure will. You’re probably the most self-aware patient I have ever

treated! If everyone were like you, life would be hell for us doctors,’ he
mocked.

‘Can I ask you something?’ she asked.
‘Sure.’

‘Aren’t you afraid you might lose your job? Your licence?’ she asked.
‘And don’t give me the old reasons. You know that even if I am cured, you

can’t put me up as an example to further research on this procedure. It
would still be illegal.’
There was silence.

‘I want you to live and that’s my reason,’ he said.
Her eyes didn’t leave his face and he looked away. Finally, he said, ‘Can

we not talk about this?’
‘Why not?’

‘I just don’t want to imagine you dying soon,’ he said. Unnoticed, his
hand crept up to hers and he held it. The touch of his hand against hers

made her feel like she had never felt before. It was the way he held it. She
felt special, she felt loved. The unsaid words between them were beautiful
and fulfilling. The creases on Arman’s strikingly gorgeous face reminded

her of the age difference between them. But anyone would pine for
someone like Arman. What perplexed her was why he took special care of

her. Why was she more than just a guinea pig for his research? He deserved
better, didn’t he? She was young and she was stupid. And she was no match

for the gorgeous, phenomenal doctor. Was everything in her head? No, it
wasn’t. The tenderness of his touch, the fondness in his eyes and the

unmistakable look on his face hinted at more than just concern. She was
sure of that. Or was she?
‘I don’t want to die soon either,’ she said.

Arman could just beam like a schoolboy.
‘You know what?’ she purred.