Waiting for Mr. Perfect
Mia's hands were busy writing prescription for the patient, but her mind was pondering over the phone conversation she had with her dad in the early morning. She felt irritated with her dad's words " he 'll be perfect for you Mia". "What the hell" she said aloud, causing her senior resident to look at her. She excused herself embarassingly. That was his standard line, whenever a prospective boy came for marriage. The last one turned out to be a complete disaster.
Mia Matthews, a 26 year old resident doctor in Internal Medicine in a prestigious University is not yet ready for love, let alone marriage. She had been a nerd all her life, burying herself in books when her friends were partying around. Her parents, who are NRIs from India strictly following their roots and tradition, wanted to give her in marriage so badly, turning a blind eye to their daughter's feelings. She felt she is yet to meet her Mr. Perfect.
She stood from her chair in the outpatient department. At five feet 7 inches, with an asthenic build Mia looked elegant. Her dark eyes matched her long wavy hair. With her dusky skin and cute smile, she was a sight to behold. Her curves were hidden behind those layers of clothing and her hips swayed sexily when she walked affecting the people gazing at her. But she was oblivious of her sex appeal. She moved out of the OPD room. Ping. She looked at her phone. Her dad had sent a picture of the boy which she did not even give a second glance.
Her parents had their own way to get on her nerves. She was feeling crappy and needed a break. Her legs took her to the cafetaria without any second thoughts. She chose a corner to sit. Two pair of eyes kept stealing glances at her from another table. "God, why is everyone getting on my nerves today" she thought to herself. Two handsome guys, from the other table seemed to be speaking about her. She was in the least mood to speak to anyone.
When she was about to leave the cafe, a voice stopped her. "You are Mia Matthews, right?". She turned back to see the handsome man from the table standing up. He was in his early thirties, six feet two inches tall that she had to crane her neck. Wow that was so unusual for her. She studied his face, thinking where she might have seen him. Her face remembering skills were poor - prosapgnosia she convinced herself. But his face was too handsome to be forgotten in the folds of her brain. " you are.....??" Mia was lost for a few seconds in his dark sensuous eyes. He smiled and extended his hand " I'm Max Valentine, and dont wreak your brain so hard. We have'nt met before". His smile was so mesmerising that she in a trance moved her hand up to shake his hand. His hand was so warm, it sent currents into her, making her gasp. He was more than perfect for her.
