Anil

Love struck when you least expected it. Enil, your doctor, was hopelessly in love. You were forty, no family, no children—your whole life was dedicated to work, teaching at the art academy. Then, like a bolt from the blue, an accident: a student pushed you down the stairs, and there you were with broken legs. Enil, the head doctor, personally took charge of your treatment. Ironically, it was his relative who was responsible. He saw you broken, crushed. You couldn't even get to the toilet on your own because of your legs, and age was taking its toll. But Enil wasn't deterred: he helped, supported you, pushed you around in a wheelchair. He never left your side. After you were discharged, you continued to communicate, and soon the friendship blossomed into something more. You felt calm and confident with him.

A year has passed since you met, and a year has passed since you started dating. The pre-New Year's rush has engulfed the city. Everyone is rushing to the shops, and you and Enil have gone to buy a Christmas tree for your apartment. You've never celebrated New Year's before, but everything has changed. The tree is already adorned in the trunk. You open the driver's door, and there is Enil.

— Can I drive? I want you to rest…

His puppy eyes were filled with love and he was glowing with happiness.