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The last bite of pizza disappeared, the empty box sitting between them on the dinning table.

For a rare moment, the air was calm. Aishani leaned back against the couch with a happy sigh, her lips curving into a little smile.

“Best dinner ever,” she mumbled, almost to herself.

Revansh raised a brow, wiping his hands with a tissue. “It’s just pizza.”

Her eyes went wide. “Just pizza”?

“Excuse me, Dr.Grumpy, but this is not just pizza. This is happiness in a box.”

He gave her a flat look. “If happiness for you is cheese and bread, then your standards are embarrassingly low.”

Aishani gasped, dramatically clutching her heart. “Wow. That was rude..”

His lips twitched but instead of replying, he pushed back his chai and stood.

“It’s late. Don’t stay up too long. Sleep early."

His tone was clipped but carried that subtle thread of concern he never admitted out loud.

Aishani blinked, almost startled.

Was that… him caring? Or did I imagine it?

He paused at the door. “Also.. evryone  is returning tomorrow. Don't worry.”

And with that, he left—calm, collected, as though he hadn’t just shared pizza with the girl he called a headache.

Aishani's room

The lights were dim, shadows stretching across the walls. Aishani rolled on her bed, hugging her pillow tightly. Sleep? No chance.

Her mind was a mess.

Hmm… Dr. Angry Bird is… not so bad after all, she thought, pouting at the ceiling. Yes, he’s grumpy. Yes, he always scolds like me, But… he’s also… she paused, cheeks heating up, kind of good.

Her lips curved into a small smile.

He stayed with me, he gave me pizza… and he’s a good doctor. Okay fine, he’s an incredible doctor.

Then the memory of earlier hit her. She shot up from her bed, eyes wide.

“He… he called me… Chatterbox!” she whispered to herself, scandalized.

“Only I can give him nicknames—Dr. Grumpy, Dr. Angry Bird! Not the other way around!”

She flopped back into her pillow with a groan.

“Hmph. Just wait, Sir. I’ll come up with something better than Chatterbox.”

Ughh, and the way he smirks it’s so annoying. But also… kinda suits him. Argh! What am I even thinking!?

Revansh's room

Revansh sat at his desk with his laptop, files scattered before him, glasses perched on his nose. But his focus? Nowhere near the papers.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin.

“She’s just a child,” he muttered to himself. “Who gets that excited over pizza?”

His jaw tightened.

Different. Completely different from anyone I’ve ever met.

Images from earlier kept replaying:

her face lighting up at the first bite, her ridiculous giggle when she called him Dr. Angry Bird, the way her eyes had sparkled as she said thank you so sincerely as though he’d done something extraordinary by simply ordering dinner.

He exhaled slowly.

“She doesn’t even realize… how easily she talks. How easily she smiles. How easily she…” He stopped himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

“No. She’s just loud. Annoying. A distraction.”

But then his lips twitched, almost against his will.

“Chatterbox.”

He murmured it softly, testing the word. And strangely enoughit didn’t feel like an insult. It felt like her.

He shook his head, shutting the file in front of him.

“This girl will truly be the end of my sanity.”

Yet, even as he closed his eyes, her laughter bright, unfiltered, alive slipped into his mind. And for the first time in a long time, Revansh Sharma found himself smiling in the dark.

The rain had begun as a whisper. A soft drizzle against the tall glass windows of the mansion. But soon, it grew louder rattling the panes, lightning cracking across the sky, thunder rumbling through the walls.

Aishani squeezed her eyes shut, but the sudden crack of thunder outside made her jump. Lightning flashed through the curtains, painting the room in ghostly silver.

Her heart thudded.

Aishani, don’t be scared. It’s just thunder. Just thunder. But… it’s so loud here. In my village, at least my father was with me only... Here… I’m alone.

Aishani lay curled in bed, hugging her pillow tight. She tried. She really did. But every time the thunder rolled, her body jumped like a startled rabbit.

“Ughhh… why does it have to storm tonight?” she muttered, pouting at the ceiling.

It wasn’t that she was terrified. She wasn’t a little kid. But in this big, unfamiliar house, the shadows stretched differently, and the thunder sounded like it was crashing right into her chest. Sleep was nowhere near.

The mansion was dim, eerily silent except for the storm outside. She bit her lip, glancing once at the window when lightning lit up the hallway.

Her feet hit the cold floor before she realized it, her steps had carried her to his. She found herself standing outside his room, biting her lip.

She hesitated for a moment, chewing her lower lip. Then knock, knock.

The door creaked open, and there he stood, tall and sharp in the half light.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his expression screamed one word: annoyed.

“Now what? You can’t sleep, so you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Aishani gasped, scandalized,

“What! You think I’m a baby or what?”

His voice lowered, calm but edged.

“Then don’t waste my time. Say the matter.”

She fidgeted, glancing down.

“Uhm… it’s thundering. And uh… I’m not scared not that much but still…”

Revansh’s brows lifted, unimpressed.

“So what do you expect me to do? Should I go to the sky and say, ‘Stop thundering, Aishani can’t sleep’? Hmm? Do you want me to do that?”

Her face turned crimson.

“Seriously!? I’m telling you honestly and you’re… mocking me?”

She crossed her arms, sulking.

“I just meant… see, I can’t sleep, and you’re awake too. So why not do something interesting? Like… we could play games, right? It would be fun!”

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and for a moment, he just stared at her like she had lost her mind.

His voice rose in disbelief.

“The great Dr. Revansh Roy, playing games with you?! Impossible.”

“Why not!” she shot back, pouting. “Oh ho!! Don’t be so boring. Just one game?”

She clasped her hands dramatically. “Please naaa…”

His glare could’ve frozen the whole house.

“No.”

Aishani huffed dramatically .

“Fine then! At least let me enter your room. Don’t you have manners? Someone is standing outside your room in the middle of the night?”

With a sigh that said he regretted every life decision that brought him here, he stepped aside.

“aFine. Come in. But don’t test my patience.”

Aishani skipped inside and immediately pointed to the couch. “Can I sit here?”

“Hmm. Sit. Wherever you want but  don’t disturb me. Is that clear?”

His voice was stern as he went back to his desk.

She plopped onto the couch, legs swinging.

“Okay, okay, Sir.”

At first, she sat quietly. But that lasted all of thirty seconds. Soon her curious eyes began to wander, drinking in the room. His room was so neat, almost intimidating..Tall bookshelves lined the walls, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air, files stacked neatly on the desk, and—oh.

Her gaze landed on a photo frame sitting by the lamp.

A burst of laughter escaped her lips.

“Omg, is this you, Dr. Grumpy!?” She scrambled over, snatching the photo before he could stop her.

Revansh’s head snapped up. “Aishani--”

Too late.

She giggled, eyes sparkling.

“Look at you! Eating cake with your entire face at your birthday! You were sooo cute back then and now only grumpy!”

Her laugh echoed in the room, pure mischief.

Revansh leaned back in his chair, lips curling into a slow smirk.

“Hmm. So you find my childhood photo cute, Miss Aishani?”

She froze, caught off guard. Her cheeks flamed, heart skipped a beat.

“Uh-huh—no! I mean… you were cute back then. Not now! Don’t get the wrong idea!”

“Too late,” he said smoothly, returning to his papers, though the amusement dancing in his eyes was undeniable.

Aishani puffed her cheeks, clutching the photo to her chest.

“Hmph. Still grumpy. Even as a child, I bet you frowned when they took this picture.”

Revansh ignored her, though the corner of his mouth twitched dangerously.

Aishani hugged the pillow on the couch, glaring at him.

Ugh, this man! Why does he smile like that once in a million years and make it so hard to ignore?

Outside, thunder cracked again.

Inside, two completely different worlds were sitting in the same room one buried in files, the other clutching a childhood photo and pouting.

The storm outside hadn’t calmed one bit. Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows, thunder rolled like an angry drum, and lightning briefly lit up the mansion halls in ghostly flashes.

Inside his room, Revansh was trying to focus on his research notes, but he could already feel a pair of curious eyes boring holes into the side of his head.

Wearing her bright blue Doraemon night suit—yes, complete with little cartoon prints and a silly hood with ears—she looked like she belonged in a kindergarten sleepover, not in the room of Dr. Revansh Sharma.

Finally, she blurted,

“Okay fine… you don’t want to play games with me? Then at least..at least we can watch a movie together, right?”

Revansh didn’t even look up.

“Aishani…” His voice was low, tired, and threaded with warning.

She leaned forward, clasping her hands dramatically.

“Please don’t say no. Just one movie. Promise, I’ll be quiet.”

He gave her a sharp side-eye.

“I know you. You won’t stop till I say yes, will you?”

Her smile widened innocently.

“Exactly.”

Revansh groaned under his breath,

“Ugh. Fine.”

Before she could squeal, he got up, grabbed his sleek black laptop from the desk, and sat beside her on the couch—though carefully leaving a respectful gap of distance.

His tone was flat, almost businesslike.

“Which movie?”

The question had Aishani’s entire face light up like Diwali fireworks. She clapped her hands together in pure excitement.

“Doraemon movie! Doraemon movie! Yayayay!"

Revansh froze. Blinked.He turned slowly, eyes dragging over her excited expression… then down to her matching Doraemon night suit. He slowly turned his head toward her with an expression of complete disbelief.

“…What the hell? Are you seriously a child? You expect me to watch  Doraemon, with you  dressed like Doraemon?”

Before she could protest, he shoved the laptop into her lap.

“Here. Watch whatever childish cartoon you want.”

Aishani blinked down at the laptop, then back up at him, pouting dramatically with big puppy eyes.

“But I don’t even know how this works! Too many buttons. You do it.”

Revansh’s jaw tightened.

Still, he snatched the laptop back with a resigned sigh. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and in less than a minute, he had the search results for Doraemon movies glowing on the screen.

“Which one?” he asked flatly, turning it toward her.

Her eyes sparkled brighter than the storm outside. She pointed with exaggerated excitement.

“That one! That one! Doraemon: Nobita’s Treasure Island!”

Revansh stared at the colorful poster of a blue robotic cat and a bunch of cartoon kids. His silence was deafening. For a moment, Aishani thought he might just shut the laptop and throw it out the window.

Instead, with the most put-upon sigh in human history, he handed it back to her.

“Now happy?”

“Yesh yesh! Very, very happy!” she chirped, her voice high and gleeful like a little child who just got her favorite candy.

Revansh leaned back against the couch, one arm draped carelessly on the armrest, watching her more than the screen.

Aishani’s eyes were glued to the laptop screen, completely lost in Doraemon’s adventures. The way she giggled at every silly scene, the way her eyes widened when Doraemon pulled out a gadget it was ridiculous.

Somewhere between her giggles and her glittering eyes, his irritation… dulled.

Revansh watched her for a second and finally sighed. “Unbelievable…”

Aishani turned her head innocently, “Hmm? What?”

He folded his arms and smirked,

“Now I wonder why you like Doraemon so much. Bilkul uske jaise ho… chhoti height aur ekdum childish.”

(You are just like Doremon - short height and childish)

Her jaw dropped.

“Haww!! You call me short, Dr. Angry Bird!” she squeaked, puffing her cheeks in protest.

Revansh chuckled under his breath at her expression,

“Bas sach bola hai.”

(I have said the truth)

“Rude!” Aishani pouted dramatically, hugging the pillow tighter. But her eyes were still sparkling because deep down she secretly loved how he noticed even these silly things about her.

“See, I told you! Doraemon is fun! Look at this scene!”

Revansh only sighed, but the corner of his lips threatened just slightly to curve upward. He shook his head quickly, schooling his expression back to neutral.

By the end of the movie, Aishani had slowly slumped sideways on the couch, her head dangerously close to his shoulder. Her laughter had faded into soft hums, then into silence.

Revansh glanced down. She had fallen asleep.

Great. Now he was stuck with a sleeping chatterbox on his couch, the glow of Doraemon still playing in the background.

He muttered under his breath, voice almost amused,

“Chatterbox.”

But instead of waking her, he quietly closed the laptop, draped the throw blanket from the couch over her small frame, and returned to his desk shaking his head but secretly a little less irritated than before.

But his eyes just for a second lingered on the sleeping girl in the Doraemon night suit.

But then… his mind flickered back to something.

Dr. Ken.

His brows furrowed.

“What even… is Ken?”

He opened his phone, typed quickly into the search bar. The screen lit up with bright, cartoonish images--big-eyed dolls, pink castles, sparkly toys. His jaw literally dropped.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, staring at the plastic-smiling face of Barbie’s partner.

“She actually called me… this?”

For the first time that night, the ever so composed Dr. Revansh Sharma looked genuinely scandalized.

“She is not just a chatterbox,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face,

“she is literally a child.”

But when his eyes drifted back to the couch, seeing her small frame bundled in the blanket, hugging the pillow tightly like it was her treasure he couldn’t help but let out the tiniest laugh.

“Crazy girl…” he whispered, focusing on his work.

But as he turned back to his files, an unfamiliar realization tugged at him the house didn’t feel so silent anymore.

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