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The next morning, breakfast was unusually quiet well, as quiet as it could be in the Sharma household.

"Revansh, you'll drop Aishani at Lily Medical College & Hospital today," Mr. Sharma said, cutting through the silence. "You're going to the hospital anyway, so it's convenient."

Revansh didn't protest this time. Instead, he leaned back casually, eyes flicking toward Aishani. A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips.

"Ofcourse," he said smoothly. "I'll drop her afterall she is our responsibility for now."

The way he said it made Aishani's stomach flip. Why do I feel like he's planning my doom instead of doing me a favor?

"Perfect. Dr. Grumpy is my chauffeur now. It is going to be fun" she muttered with a mischievous smile.

The car ride was... tense. Revansh drove in silence, eyes sharp on the road. Aishani, of course, couldn't resist poking him.

"So, Dr. Grumpy, is this a side hustle now? Driving me to college?"

His jaw tightened. "Stop calling me that."

She gasped. "Ohhh, then should I go with Dr. Stalker? Or... Dr. Angry Bird?"

Revansh's grip on the wheel stiffened. "You talk too much."

"And you talk too little," she replied sweetly.

By the time they pulled up to Lily Medical College & Hospital, Revansh looked ready to throw her out of the car.

He stopped and said flatly, "Find your classroom. I have a surgery in twenty minutes. Don't bother me again."

"Yes, Dr. Angry Bird," she said hopping out.

He glared at her and turned and make his way to the hospital - his cabin.

The building was massive half hospital, half college. Students rushed through the hallways, nurses bustled with charts, and the scent of antiseptic hung in the air. Hallways stretched like a maze, and none of the doors seemed right.

Aishani checked her timetable. Room 204. Where even is that?

After peeking into a few wrong doors, she spotted a familiar cabin.

Dr. Revansh Roy - Heart Surgeon & Cardiac Specialist

Fine... one last attempt. Maybe Dr. Grumpy can help.

Knock. Knock

"Come in," came the deep voice.

She stepped inside.

Revansh was behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, files scattered, stethoscope hanging.

Revansh looked up from behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, stethoscope dangling. "Now what?"

"I... um... can't find my class," she admitted sheepishly.

He looked up slowly, disbelief written across his face. "Seriously!!You want me to guide you? Do I look like a receptionist to you?"

Her lips curved. "No... more like a very grumpy Google Maps."

"Out," he snapped.

She pouted, floding her arms "Okay, okay! I will find by myself Dr. Angry Bird" she said, slipping out before he explod.

After wandering for a while, she finally found Room 204.

By afternoon, Aishani had survived her first few classes with other professors. Finally, her classmates whispered about a special lecture scheduled in Room 204. Curious but nervous, she joined them.

The door opened.

In walked Dr. Revansh Roy - white coat crisp, presence commanding aura enough to silence the entire room.

Aishani's heart dropped. No. No way. Not him again!

His gaze swept across the class, pausing on her for a fraction of a second. The corner of his lip twitched before he returned to his icy professor mode.

"Good afternoon. I am Dr. Revansh Roy. I will be taking your special lectures on cardiology and surgery. Let me make this clear.." His voice was sharp, cutting through the air.

"I do not tolerate laziness, gossip, or inattention. If you can't keep up, the door is right there."

His gaze landed on Aishani. For the briefest second, his lips twitched into something between a smirk and annoyance.

"Some of you," he continued, his voice lowering, "already seem lost before even starting. If you think you can waste my time... think again."

Aishani shifted in her seat, whispering under her breath, "Great. Dr. Grumpy is my professor too. Just kill me now."

Unfortunately for her, his ears were sharp.

"You. Second row. Care to repeat what you just said?"

Her eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. "Uh... I said... g-good afternoon, sir?"

The class chuckled, but one death glare from him shut them up instantly.

"Good. At least you can greet properly. Now, focus. I don't repeat myself for careless students," he said, turning to the board.

Aishani slumped into her chair, cheeks burning. First he is my housemate, then drives me, then yells at me, and now teaches me? Somebody save me from Dr. Angry Bird!

Revansh moved to the board, pen in hand, eyes scanning the room like a hawk. Every movement was precise, deliberate.

"Today, we're covering cardiac emergencies and surgical interventions," he began. "I expect focus. If you're doodling, daydreaming, or whispering gossip to your seatmates, the door is still an option."

Aishani sank a little lower in her seat. Doodling? Whispering? I haven't even started yet...

He explained everything and then started with a quick round of questions.

"Tell me what is the first line of action for a patient with acute myocardial infarction?"

Several hands shot up. Aishani hesitated... then timidly raised hers.

"Yes, second row?" His eyes locked on her.

She swallowed. "Um... administer aspirin, oxygen, and monitor vitals...?"

His lips twitched was that amusement, or annoyance? "Correct. Finally, someone who's paying attention. Good."

Encouraged, she tried to relax, only to hear his next question:

"Now tell me the contraindications for thrombolytic therapy."

Her mind blanked. She stammered, "Uh... um... high blood pressure? And... recent surgery?"

"Partially correct." He wrote on the board and explained it again. "Not bad for a beginner. But your memory needs work. And pay attention next time."

Aishani scribbled furiously, cheeks hot. Focus, focus... don't look at him...

"Class dismissed for now," Revansh said curtly, closing his notes with a sharp snap. His gaze swept over the room, freezing on certain students long enough to make them squirm.

"Next time, come prepared. I don't repeat myself for students who waste my time."

The moment he turned away, the entire class exhaled like they'd been holding their breath underwater.

Aishani gathered her books, relief flooding her. Finally. Survived the Dr. Angry Bird lecture. She slipped out with the crowd, determined to escape before his glare burned a hole through her.

But fate clearly had other plans.

"Miss Whatever..."

The voice came from the corridor - low, smooth, dangerous.

Her steps faltered. Slowly, she turned, and there he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes piercing straight through her like she was his next surgery.

"I see you survived my lecture." His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "Lucky for you, the next lesson is in the hospital wing. I hope you're ready to watch me operate."

Aishani's heart skipped a beat. Hospital wing? Surgery? ME?!

But her sass kicked in just as fast.

"Huhh? What do you mean Miss Whatever? I have a name, you know. It's Aishani. Sir."

She emphasized the last word with dramatic flair, tilting her chin up.

Revansh blinked. For a moment just a flicker his composure cracked. Did she just... call me sir? The girl who called him Dr. Grumpy, Dr. Stalker, Dr. Angry Bird and what not... was suddenly being respectful? Hm better for her.

His brows rose in surprise, but then his expression snapped back into place, sharper than before. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"Then live up to it, Aishani. Because inside the operating theatre... names don't matter. Only skill does."

Her lips parted, the sass finally drying out as her stomach flipped. Great. I'm doomed. Totally doomed.

Aishani was still stuck on his last words when he suddenly straightened, slipping back into that no nonsense tone.

"And one more thing," he said firmly, adjusting the cuff of his coat. His eyes met hers, sharp but unreadable.

"When your classes are over, don't go wandering around like a lost child. Just wait outside. I'll come."

She blinked, caught off guard. "What-wait, you'll... drop me?"

His lips curved into a faint smirk. "Don't get ideas. My father said you're our guest. For now, that makes you my responsibility. Nothing more."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing in the corridor half annoyed, half secretly flustered.

"Ughhh... Dr. Angry Bird" and his 'responsibility,'" she muttered under her breath, stomping off towards her next class.

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