Chapter 1: The Escape to Desire
Karma adjusted his stethoscope, the sterile walls of JDWNRH feeling more like a cage with every passing second. The hospital buzzed with urgency, but his mind was elsewhere—on Tshering, with her sharp tongue and curves that could short-circuit any man’s resolve. He was supposed to be on rounds, but the ache in his chest (and lower) wasn’t something a prescription could fix. ‘Screw it,’ he muttered, slipping out of his white coat and into the humid Thimphu air. He was bunking his internship for her, and damn, it felt worth it.
The drive to Kalikhola was a blur of winding roads and anticipation. Tshering worked at Bhutan Power Corporation, and the thought of her in that no-nonsense uniform, barking orders at engineers, made his blood run hot. He pulled up to her small, cozy apartment just as the sun dipped below the hills, casting a golden glow over everything. She was waiting at the door, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.
‘So, Dr. Runaway, decided to play hooky for me?’ Tshering’s voice was a mix of mockery and heat, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. She leaned against the doorframe, her fitted work shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease.
Karma grinned, stepping closer, the scent of her jasmine perfume hitting him like a drug. ‘Couldn’t stitch up a single patient with you on my mind. You’re my emergency case tonight.’
She laughed, sharp and unapologetic, pulling him inside by his shirt collar. ‘Oh, I’m a crisis now? Better have a good treatment plan, intern, or I’ll send you back to your charts.’
Their banter was a dance, each jab laced with hunger. Inside, the air was thick with tension as they circled each other like predators. Tshering poured two glasses of ara, her gaze never leaving his. ‘You think you can handle a woman who runs power lines for a living? I don’t break easy, Karma.’
He took a sip, the burn of the liquor matching the fire in his veins. ‘I’m not here to break you, Tshering. I’m here to make you feel every damn volt.’
Her eyes narrowed, a wicked smile curling her lips as she set her glass down. ‘Big talk for a man who’s still got hospital sanitizer on his hands. Prove it.’
In a heartbeat, they closed the distance, her fingers digging into his shoulders as their mouths crashed together. The kiss was fierce, a battle of wills, her tongue demanding as much as his. Karma’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, feeling the strength in her frame. She wasn’t some delicate flower; she was a storm, and he was ready to get swept away.
Tshering broke the kiss, panting, her voice a low growl. ‘Bedroom. Now. Unless you’re all talk and no diagnosis.’
He didn’t need a second invitation. They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes like they were on fire—his shirt, her skirt, a trail of fabric marking their path. By the time they hit the bed, the air was electric, their skin already slick with sweat. She pushed him down, straddling his hips, her gaze burning into him as she unclasped her bra with deliberate slowness.
‘Still think you can keep up?’ she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge, her body a masterpiece of power and desire.
Karma’s breath hitched, his hands gripping her thighs. ‘Keep testing me, Tshering. I’ve got all night to prove I’m the best damn doctor you’ll ever have.’
Their laughter turned to gasps as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, whispering something filthy enough to make his pulse race. The night was just beginning, and with seven rounds ahead, they were about to light up Kalikhola brighter than any power grid.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.