Rachel's POV Dualities are a distinct part of humanity. There are dualities in the way people perceive, understand and react to things. And often, the counterparts work in synchrony. Two halves make a whole. There are two sides to every story. And it takes two people to trigger a connection. The concept of soulmates, twin flames and lovers proves that everything profound in life is in possession of two parties. Covalency, symbiosis and the law of attraction work along these lines. But the question remains - does this union involve the conscious compliance of the two halves? Or is the subconscious to be blamed for the invisible power that draws one to their better half? For me, dualities operated at the basic level of everyday life. When you see something almost every day, you either fall in love with the routine or grow to hate the monotony of it. The latter was the choice I had succumbed to. I looked helplessly at the white fabric that engulfed me within its confines. White is th
Rachel's POV As promised, the wedding ceremony and the reception that followed were lowkey events. Since it was mostly just close family and friends, the evening had ended sooner than I’d expected, and I was very glad about it. But Alan had remained morose and silent as the day withdrew to an end. Generally, that would not have bothered me but since I was going to spend the rest of the evening with him, it was beginning to turn into a concern of mine. He had barely spoken to me on our ride back home but I didn’t say anything. I figured that the day had overwhelmed him and decided to give him some space. But I sincerely hoped he’d come around by the time we reached the hotel because if not, I wouldn’t know what to do. Once we’d stepped into the hotel room, I’d begun to grow nervous. The ultimate question haunted me - what now? I looked over at Alan for help and realised that his eyes had already been watching me. “I need to talk to you,” He said, “But you might want to freshen up a
Rachel's POV “You two know each other?” “Yeah, we kind of got married last week,” I snorted as I filled the charts. “Alan, why did you want to go New York City Hospital when we had someone we know work here?” The man, who I had learnt was Jason, asked. As it happens, it was Jason, Bruce and Alan who had rushed into the ER a few hours go with another man named Cameron who had collapsed in their office. Cameron was also Jason’s father and it seemed to me that he was like a father figure to the rest of them too. “Yeah, except I didn’t know.” Alan mumbled begrudgingly. I rose my eyebrows in surprise and gave him a questioning look. Seeming to slip from his trance, he corrected himself, “I mean, it slipped my mind. I thought New York City Hospital was closer.” I shook my head in despair of his dishonesty. It was perhaps a habit of his to lie so effortlessly with everybody, “Anyway, the patient is stable and will be out of surgery in an hour or two, if all goes well. Doctor Degrassee-
Rachel's POV "That’s your husband?” Emilia cocked her head toward where Alan and his friends were sitting. “That isn’t a human, Rachel. That’s a fucking greek god.” “Damn,” Mark sighed beside me. “I can’t believe that’s what you were complaining about.” I gaped my mouth at the both of them, looking over at Henry to see if he’d back me up. And like the good friend that he was, he frowned at the both of them, “What’s the matter with the both of you? Is that all you wish for in a husband - good looks? What about his cock?” My jaw dropped to the floor as Mark and Emilia burst out laughing. “Well, considering his looks, I’m guessing he’s great in bed too, right?” Mark spoke, trying to hide his grin. “What part of I hate him to the core did you not understand?” I asked them, annoyed. “I was even tempted to tear his skin open today while suturing his wound." “Jesus, I gotta be careful around you.” Emilia said took a small step back. “Oh yeah, you better.” “Anyway, Rachel.” Mark spoke
Rachel's POV The next day, the four of us gathered in the resident’s lounge. While Henry and I were changing into our scrubs, Emilia was getting ready to go home after a long night shift. Beside her, Mark had passed out on the locker door after coming back from a long surgery. “I want to kill him.” I said as I shut my locker door with a bang. Mark - who was resting his head against the locker beside mine - shook out of his trance at once and yelped in surprise. “Jesus, what the hell?” he scowled at me and placed his hand over his chest. Henry chuckled, “Go home, Mark. I’m sure Doctor Merch can manage one day without you.” Mark had a night shift the previous night which meant he had the day off. But much to our surprise, he was hell bent on working today too. Among us, Henry and I were the ones who always insisted on working more at the hospital. The both of us were very workaholic and extremely introverted, so naturally, our social life was cut down to a bare minimum. In that res
Rachel's POV We got pulled into an emergency trauma surgery right when we were about to leave the hospital and that delayed things for worse. By the time we were let off the hook, it was almost ten and we simply changed plans and decided to go to a club rather than a bar. I wasn’t a fan of clubs - the loud music and crowds were not really my thing - but after enduring a tiring week, I thought clubbing could help me blow off some of my heat in its busy vibe. Amy was a sweetheart and never complained about our change in plans. Amy had never been particular about things like me. While I never openly declared my disapproval, I had always tormented myself with the disappointment that things didn’t go my way and simply didn’t understand how people like Amy could move on so quickly. It was something I really wanted to change about myself because it brought harmony to nobody. In fact, it was beginning to pose as a self-destructive trait as I was essentially ruining my chance at having a fu
Rachel's POV“I can’t believe you did that,” I didn’t waste any time after we entered our flat. “I was out with friends, Alan. With friends!”“Would you even let me explain?” He asked calmly, clearly contrasting my pitch.My expression didn’t budge but my glare hadn’t intensified either. Sensing that it was my way of acknowledging his request, he proceeded with a huge sigh.“Last night, I got a call from Douglas. From our conversation, it just seemed to me that he hated the idea of I being married to you and that led him to dislike you too - as you’re my wife.” I said. “I was worried ever since. My mind has been on that thing for the entire day and even when I came home and didn’t find you here.“So naturally, I was fucking tensed. I called up Jason to check if you were in the hospital but a nurse told us that you went out with your colleagues. And to make matters worse, you went to the Club that Douglas owns.”My eyes widened in surprise. Alan had revealed to me on our wedding night
Not even coffee was going to help me.Until yesterday night, I was certain that I had lost contact with the word hangover because it had been ages since I last indulged myself in alcohol consumption.More often than not, I was a responsible drinker - I usually never made it past two drinks. On the occasions that I did get past two drinks, I learned to handle the alcohol uncommonly well. I was never fond of drinking anyway, so I seldom had any trouble dealing with its after-effects.It was quite odd that for being someone who always sought an escape, I never quite used alcohol as an aid.Well, it was mostly because I wanted to avoid creating more problems for myself. In that area, my plate was quite full. Drinking obviously created issues —ranging from a mild hangover to liver cirrhosis.But last night had clearly been an exception. I was drunk out of my mind. But boy, was it liberating. Just putting all the worries aside, all the troubles and stress - and merely focussing on relieving