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Rx For Love

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Rx For Love

She's chaos in scrubs. He's control in crisis. Together, they're the spark no one saw coming. Dr. Nyra Jadeja has never fit the mold. Too clumsy, too loud, too messy-four failed exams and a thousand whispers that she doesn't belong in medicine. But she's still here. Still fighting. Still hiding a hopeless romantic behind sharp comebacks and a heart that bruises too easily. Her new posting at Bangalore's most elite hospital should be simple: keep her head down, avoid disaster, survive. Then comes him. Dr. Yugveer Singh Rathore. The resident who rules the wards with ice in his veins and standards no one can meet. Brilliant, feared, untouchable. He doesn't believe in love. He doesn't lose control. Until her. She's mayhem in the middle of his perfect order. He's the one man she swore she'd never fall for. Every clash, every stolen glance, every impossible night together pulls them closer to the one line neither dares to cross. He was certain nothing could crack his walls. She might be the cure he never saw coming. Rx for Love is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers medical romance set in the high-stakes world of Indian medicine-packed with banter, heartbreak, and the kind of chemistry you can't triage away.

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InkWovenMuse

I write love in all its forms — soft touches in hospital corridors, stolen glances in kingdoms doomed by prophecy, and aching silences between people who never say enough. From white coats to mythic wars to quiet city streets — if it hurts, heals, and lingers… it belongs in my world.