My Doctor

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Aiman did not want to stay there any longer

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Aiman did not want to stay there any longer. She just wanted to dash out of that place as soon as possible. But her friend, Ruby, was not taking 'no' for an answer. Especially not in the given circumstances.

"Ms. Aiman Raza?" The nurse called out.

Aiman raised her hand and followed the nurse towards the cabin with Ruby by her side.

"Only the patient." The nurse held Ruby back from entering the cabin.

"Go in, buddy. Your doctor is waiting." Ruby said with a look that meant All the best buddy! and sat in one of the chairs in the corridor.

With an irritated sigh, Aiman turned the doorknob and entered the cabin that belonged to Dr. Faheem Ahmed.

Dr. Faheem was seated on a chair behind his desk and gave Aiman a look as she entered before motioning for her to sit and fixing his gaze on her file.

"Assalamu alaikum." Aiman greeted.

"Wa alaikum assalam." He replied without looking up.

Before she could wonder whether to close the door or leave it open, he said, "Leave it open, please."

As she took a seat across him, Dr. Faheem went through her report and his eyebrows scrunched a little. He looked up at Aiman for a fraction of a second before turning his gaze back on the papers at his hand.

"Why do you want to get your mole burnt?" He asked, confused.

Immediately, Aiman became a bit defensive.

"I don't want to get it burned. I know that's haram. I'm just here because my friend pressurised me to see if there's any natural way to remove it..." She answered.

"Okay so... Why do you want it to be removed?"

"Again, I have no problem with it. My parents suggested that I should try some way to get rid of it." She explained.

"Um... Why?"

Faheem knew he was being too inquisitive and when she didn't reply for some time, he was about to apologise for his behaviour when he heard her say,

"Because I'm not able to get married because of it. Every proposal that comes my way... They... they reject me because I have this" She pointed at the mole on her cheek with her finger before continuing, "on my face which is supposed to be flawless as per the desi beauty standards... My parents are getting worried now..." She trailed off looking at the far end of the room.

"And you aren't?" Faheem raised an eyebrow.

"No. Not at all. I'm happy with the way Allah has created me. If others have a problem with that, I can't do anything about it."

Maybe I shouldn't have said so much. He's a stranger after all. Aiman thought.

She did not want to portray the exhaustion of her thoughts in her words yet it didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of her as Faheem hummed in response.

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