Okay, I have accidentally missed one of my favourite little moments from chapter 10😭.Trust me, it deserves a place. I am really sorry for this mistake.

So before we step into Chapter 12, here's that missing scene the one where our cold Dr. Grumpy couldn't help but admire his little chaos in that Doraemon suit.😭🎀

Revansh’s POV

She was fast asleep curled up on the couch like a little ball of warmth, her hair scattered across the pillow, her lips parted ever so slightly as she breathed.

God.

How can someone look this innocent?

Her Doraemon night suit was almost too much..it made her look even smaller, softer, like a kid lost in her own cartoon world. And then there was that tiny frown she made while sleeping, as if she was arguing with someone even in her dreams.

A soft chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.

This girl  she’s impossible. She walks into my life with her chaos, her loud laughter, her endless words and yet somehow, she fits here.

A sigh escaped me. She was supposed to be resting in her room, not taking over my living room like she owns it.

Still she looked peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who talks more than she breathes.

So small, so pure. Like a kitten.

This girl manages to turn my house upside down, argue with me every hour, and yet right now, she looks like the calm after a storm.

Maybe that’s what she is - chaos wrapped with calm.

And here she is sleeping on my couch, wrapped in that ridiculous blue suit. Doraemon and kitten - two things that shouldn’t go together, but somehow, she makes even that look right.

I don’t know whether to scold her or  smile.

Maybe both.

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Basically he sees her like this!!🎀

But the way he admires her>>>😭❤️

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Here is the Chapter 12. Enjoy<3🫶🏻

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♡♡

Author’s POV

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the city wrapped in that fresh, cool silence only a storm could bring.

The morning sun peeked shyly through the curtains, its golden rays landing on Aishani’s face, giving her cheeks a soft glow.

She groaned, rolling over.Her head throbbed. Her throat burned. Her body felt like a melting marshmallow.

She blinked blearily at the ceiling. “Ugh I feel like I got hit by a truck driven by Doraemon himself,” she mumbled.

Somehow, she sat up and wobbled toward the door. The whole corridor spun around her like a merry-go-round.

“Why is the room spinning like Doraemon’s bamboo copter” she muttered weakly, pressing a hand to her forehead.

And right then,  Revansh who had just stepped out of his room, sleeves rolled, looking fresh and infuriatingly calm.

He raised a brow. “See? I warned you. But no Miss Rain Dancer had to twirl in a thunderstorm.”

Aishani squinted at him, voice hoarse but stubborn. “It’s nothing, Dr. AngryBird. Just a little cold. I’m fine.”

“Fine? You’re swaying like a small penguin.”

She tried to glare but nearly stumbled.

Revansh sighed, muttering something about “this girl being allergic to sense” before steadying her by the arm.

Breakfast Table

By the time they made it downstairs, the house was alive again.

Revansh’s family had returned, laughter echoing through the hall. The aroma of hot parathas filled the air.

Isha looked up from her plate.

“Oh, Aishani! You look tired didn’t you sleep well?”

Aishani rubbed her eyes, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, just a little headache.”

“Must be because of the weather,” Esha said, pouring her some juice.

“Rain always makes people lazy.”

That one word rain made Revansh glance at Aishani for just a split second.

Her spoon froze midway to her mouth.

Their eyes met.

A silent flash of memory passed between them - the laughter, the storm, his arms around her, her shy smile.

But just as quickly, she looked away.

“Yeah maybe the rain,” she murmured.

Revansh’s mother frowned. “Aishani beta, you look pale. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, Aunty,” she said quickly, waving her hand dismissively.

His grandmother placed a wrinkled hand over hers. “Jodi sorir bhalo na thake, aram kor..porasona poreo hobe..”

(If you’re not feeling well, rest today, dear. Studies can wait.)

Revansh’s father folded his newspaper, concern softening his tone. “Headache or not, you shouldn’t ignore your health.”

Aishani nodded shyly, trying to smile through the heat in her cheeks.

Revansh stayed quiet, sipping his coffee, pretending indifference but his eyes flicked to her every few seconds, unconsciously tracking every small fidget, every cough.

In the car

A few minutes later, as the car rolled towards the medical college, Aishani was silent unnaturally silent.

Revansh glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “Finally learned to shut your mouth, huh?”

She didn’t reply just gave a small, tired smile.

He frowned. “What happened to the chatterbox who can talk non-stop?Hmm?”

Her voice came out scratchy, playful yet weak. “Even chatterboxes need charging sometimes.”

That’s when he looked at her properly - her face pale, her lashes fluttering tiredly.

Something twisted inside him.

“You’re not fine,” he said softly.

“I am,” she whispered, leaning her head against the window. “Just sleepy.”

He didn’t argue this time, but his jaw tightened. His mind didn’t stop worrying the entire way.

At College – Lecture Hall

The lecture hall buzzed with chatter as Dr. Revansh Roy began his class on cranial trauma.

Every student sat upright no one dared to move.

Except one.

In the back corner, Aishani sat slumped over her desk, her head resting on her folded arms, motionless.

Revansh’s voice cut through the silence.

“Miss Aishani.”

No response..”

He narrowed his eyes. “Miss Aishani, if you’re planning to take a nap, the college has beds available.”

The class chuckled.

She blinked, groggily, trying to lift her head. The room spun again. The next second..

She collapsed.

And then everything went black.

The laughter stopped instantly. Gasps filled the hall.

Revansh’s pen dropped from his hand. For a second, the world froze and then his instincts kicked in..

He rushed to her, kneeling down. Her skin was burning.

“She’s burning up,” he muttered, checking her pulse.

Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms effortlessly and strode out of the hall, ignoring every shocked whisper behind him.

Hospital Cabin

He laid her on the hospital bed, immediately checking her temperature. 103°F.

Revansh clenched his jaw.

“Of course. Fever.”

He inserted a saline line, adjusted the IV drip, and checked her breathing his fingers brushing lightly over her wrist, her forehead.

Even when surrounded by medical equipment, something about this moment felt different.

Minutes later, Aishani stirred. Her lashes fluttered, and she whispered weakly, “Wow I’m in Disneyland…”

Revansh blinked. “You’re hallucinating not vacationing. Perfect.”

Her eyes opened halfway, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

“Dr. Angry Bird?”

He exhaled, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead. “Don’t talk. You’ve got a high fever.”

“You never listen to me..” she muttered.

She smiled faintly. “But you are treating me na?I will be fine.”

He froze at that then sighed, tucking the blanket around her more securely.

“For someone who never listens, you sure expect others to.”

Her breathing evened out again as she drifted to sleep.

For a man who claimed to hate chaos, he couldn’t deny that this one girl had become the calm he didn’t know he needed.

Revansh’s POV

Watching her sleep again pale cheeks, messy hair, lips still curved in a sleepy smile something shifted inside me.

I’ve treated hundreds of patients. I’ve seen critical cases, handled life and death surgeries without flinching.

But this…

This one girl makes my pulse race like a rookie intern’s.

She’s infuriating. Reckless. Talks too much. Never listens.

And yet when she’s quiet like this it feels wrong.

The silence feels heavy.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and checked her temperature again, more gently this time.

“You drive me insane, Chatterbox,” I murmured under my breath.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching the rise and fall of her breathing.

And then reality hit.

I stepped back, forcing myself to look away.

No. This isn’t right.

I straightened, clearing my throat.

“She’s just my responsibility,” I whispered to myself, almost like a reminder.. a reminder I wasn’t sure I believed anymore.

And I...I need to focus. Not feel this.

Not her. Not now.

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Outside, the clouds were finally clearing, letting sunlight spill into the quiet hospital room.

But inside that stillness something unnamed had begun to grow.

Something neither of them was ready to admit..but both had already started to feel.

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Aishani is so me. So much obsession with Doraemon 😭🫶🏻Our favourite cartoon.

Aishani catching fever and Dr. Grumpy losing his calm - but the way he cared for her😭❤️ #ReAshi🧿

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