Hi! For this week’s MC Monday/Moment, I quote Shakespeare: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.” (Rules and Info)
Reblog with the meaning and history of your MC’s name!
Why was MC named this in your universe? Were they named after someone? A family name?
Pooja was named so because to her parents, she was a blessing, for all their worships they had made. They wanted to go with a simplistic name which would also have a lot of power and beauty associated to it, and hence they chose Pooja.
Why did you pick this name?
Pooja Sharma is the name of one of my favourite actresses. Originally, when I started writing for Oph, Pooja was just a random name I had used for my MC, thinking I would change it later. But after I posted my first fic, I realised that I had forgot to change the name, lol. And so it stuck and now I would not have it any other way.
If not this name, what would you have named your MC?
I had researched many names, and stumbled across ‘Alekhya’ and fell in love with it. If not Pooja, that’s what I would have named my MC. But since I couldn’t, I gave her twin sister that name.
Any other HCs you want to include!
Indian names don’t usually have middle names, but if Pooja had to choose one for her, she would go with Nainika. It would be an ode to her grandmother (Naina Roy) and her mother (Mahika Sharma). The name Nainika also has Sanskrit roots and means “one who has beautiful eyes”.
Pooja loves that her name is not very complex and easy to pronounce, as she hates people who mispronounce names, especially on purpose.
Her nickname Aifa, means smart and talented. It was given to her by her father. Only her siblings, her dad and Ethan get to call her that.
In her books and notebooks, and any personal belongings where she writes her name, she writes it as Pooja Roy Sharma. It is something she always did since her mother’s death, as a way of remembering her and honouring her.
Summary:A letter threatens to break him, and Ethan is prompted to take a decision. (set in Book 2)
A/N: This was a prompt request sent by the dearest @headoverheelsforramsey from the 101 ways to say ‘I love you’ prompt list (still accepting, feel free to send in!) I hope you like what I came up with, my lovely and thank you so so much for sending the request in❤
Does being near to me hurt you? Does being close to me bring tears to your eyes? Do you feel relieved when I go away to someplace else, where you can’t see me? Is being near to me such a curse, such a pain for you?
If no, then why? Why do you act like holding my hand will end the world for you? Why do you move away when I want to hug you? Why do you not cup my cheek and wipe my tears when I cry? Why do you sit there and see everything, understand everything and still hold up this facade of ignorance and professionalism?
Is it true that you don’t miss the touch of my hand over your heart as I miss yours? Is it true that kissing me was never a thing you wanted to do? Were all those words of how you’ve wanted 'us’, a lie? Was all this a mistake? Was kissing me in Miami a mistake?
Why do I feel that you never wanted it to happen? Why do I feel like I never was someone of importance to you?
Because if I was, you wouldn’t have hurt me, broken me, pained me like this, time and again. You wouldn’t have made me cry through endless nights. You wouldn’t have left without a goodbye.
And if it’s true, if I truly never was a person of importance to you, then it wouldn’t bother you if I wasn’t around anymore, right? It definitely wouldn’t bother you if you can’t hear me laugh or see me cry again, if you can’t touch me again. You wouldn’t even seem to mind the absence of our talks and I am sure you will definitely not miss our kisses. You probably won’t even notice that the notorious intern who dared to cross a line and dream of a forever with you was around. I am a pain in your ass anyway, and it would be for the better if I wasn’t around. You wouldn’t have to deal with this 'Rookie’ ever again.
If everything I wrote, everything I said was true, then the job you do next is tearing this sheet of paper and throwing it into the trash can next to your table just as easily as you threw away your feelings for me, if they ever existed.
But if you do have something, anything in your heart for me, come and tell me. I will be waiting for you, just like I always did, until the end.
Come and stop me, come and give me a reason to stay. Don’t let me go, please don’t let me go. Keep me with you, tell me everything that you want to.
Please, don’t let me go.
Because if you miss this chance, the last chance, you will probably never be able to look at me again. Never get a chance to stop me and tell me again. Never get a chance to hold me again.
So please, don’t let me go. I am probably packing my bags when you read this, so you know where to find me. Come and find me, I promise I will stop. But I also promise that there will be no one who could stop me today if you don’t come.
I wish I could write it but I guess I am not 'Yours’ just like you are not mine
Pooja
The paper shook in his hand, just like his entire world was shaking. The pages of the patient charts in front of him fluttered in the air, but he couldn’t notice.
Her absence from the hospital since he last saw her during the Diagnostics Team meeting now made sense. There was a haphazard in his orderly life today, his heart not resting even for a minute. As if it knew that something was going to go very wrong.
The tears that spill from the corner of his eye on the paper cause the ink to blot, the letters to fade. Acting like an indication that her existence from his life was slowly fading, she was slowly becoming that fog which no one could catch or stop.
She was leaving behind a void of darkness that threatened to engulf him, and once that happened, he would never be able to find a way out of it again.
Everything in the letter, everything she had written in the paragraphs except the last was false, the biggest lie anyone had ever said.
She said he didn’t miss her kisses and her touch? He was ready to trade his life for the chance to be able to kiss her without any worry or restraint again.
She asked if he felt relieved in her absence and pain in her presence. The answer was he felt heaven in her presence and hell in her absence.
She says she isn’t a person of importance to him, her absence wouldn’t bother him. How could she say that? For him, she was the most important person in the world and her absence would make every day a living hell. He wanted to shriek from the highest grounds of the city, the echo so powerful that his words would resonate around her. He would repeat his answers to each of her questions a hundred times until she begins to believe them.
Until she understands her place in his life.
Until she drops all doubt about her existence in his life.
She was his strength, his solace, his world. And now he was on the verge of losing everything life had given him. She was hope, a ray so bright that even the stoicism of a man like him melted due to its warmth. She was the reason why he wanted to believe in life again, in happiness again, in love again.
Every thought, every memory that flashes in front of him is a pathway for him to reach his decision. As if someone had painted the answer for him on a gigantic canvas, he could clearly see the path he was to follow. The choice he had to make. The actions he was to take.
And this time he wasn’t making a mistake.
PS:This fic has a part 2, that I will post some days later! Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)
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@choicespride Day 7: Tell us about your MCs/OCs self discovery journey!
Sydney started questioning his sexuality pretty young, around 11/12. For a while he thought he was gay because he hadn’t yet learned the term “bisexual.” He found this term online at the age of 15 and realized that it was more accurate (after some more questioning). He came out at 16, to no one’s surprise, and until then he hadn’t dated anyone.
His first relationship was with a boy during his senior year of high school. They broke up about two months into college when they realized long-distance wasn’t working for them. Sydney took the time as a single man to just have fun and have some hook ups and whatnot (as one does in college, so I’ve heard [I started college during covid, so I wouldn’t know lmao]). He got a girlfriend during his junior year and they dated for about a year and a half, but broke up because they were going in different directions post-graduation.
During his senior year of undergrad, Sydney took a gender studies course to fulfill an outstanding gen ed requirement he had and learned about how gender is a spectrum and not a binary. He started questioning his own gender because of this and realized he is a demiboy and started using he/they pronouns.
During med school, Sydney had a relationship with a guy that ended when said guy cheated and Sydney found out about it. His next relationship was during his intern year when he and Bryce had a casual relationship before Sydney started officially dating Ethan.
Sydney’s first male celebrity crush was Nick Jonas and his current male celebrity crush is Zayn Malik.
