Author's Pov

Aishani wakes up groggy, blinking against the bright white ceiling. She doesn’t remember how she got here  but the faint memory of collapsing in the lecture hall hits her.

Then she hears his voice calm, steady, too close.

“Finally awake, Miss Doraemon?”

“Dr. Grumpy?” she mumbles, half smiling. “Where am I?”

She realizes her hand is connected to a drip. She frowns dramatically.

“You turned me into a patient? I didn’t sign up for this!”

He sighs, arms crossed.

“You fainted in my class. Be grateful I didn’t fail you for that.”

She notices his rolled up sleeves, tired eyes and the way he’s been sitting there since who knows when.

Did he stay the whole time?

Aishani's POV

I could feel his presence even when he wasn’t saying anything.

The sound of his pen scribbling notes. The faint tap of his fingers against the table. The way he sighed every two minutes like I was his most complicated patient ever.

And yet, he didn’t leave.

He must have checked my temperature every five minutes as if the fever would dare misbehave under Dr. Grumpy’s supervision.

Part of me wanted to tease him, ask why Dr. Grumpy suddenly looked so worried. But another part of me the tired, feverish part just wanted to close my eyes and listen to his quietness.

When I peeked at him again, he was staring at the thermometer with that same deep frown.

“You worry too much,” I said softly.

He didn’t even look up.

“You cause too much worry.”

I smiled weakly.

“Balance.”

For a second, I swore the corner of his mouth almost curved upward. Almost.

Author's POV

After hours in the hospital cabin, when her fever finally dropped a little, Revansh made sure she was stable and then decided to take her home.

“You’re not staying here overnight,” he said firmly.

“Why not? I kinda like the attention,” she mumbled sleepily.

“Because I’m not answering Isha’s twenty calls asking if I’ve kidnapped you or not.”

The evening sun had already dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of lilac and gold. The house was quiet again except for the faint rustle of curtains and the occasional clink of a medicine bottle.

Aishani's POV

Evening light spilled across the hallway as Dr.AngryBird guided me inside, his usual calm expression replaced by that quiet, sharp look of disapproval.

I was still dizzy, wrapped in a blanket he’d practically forced around me before leaving the hospital cabin.

“I told you to rest,” he muttered, opening the door to my room. “But no. You had to attend lectures, faint, and give me a mini heart attack.”

“Dr. AngryBird,” I croaked weakly, “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

He gave me a look, that one look that said Don’t test me.

God, even when he’s scolding, he manages to look annoyingly perfect.

He set a tray on my bedside soup, medicines, and a thermometer.

“Eat this,” he said.

“Don’t want to.”

His jaw clenched.

“Then starve. I’ll just inform Dadi that her brave little girl refuses to eat.”

My eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t”

“I would.”

I grabbed the bowl immediately.

“Fine! Bossy Doctor.”

Before I could take another spoonful, the door creaked open and Isha walked in first, followed by Mom and Dadi, both looking worried.. all armed with warm water, and too many instructions.

Author's POV

Before Aishani could say anything, Dadi sat beside her, gently stroking her hair, the way only grandmothers can, soft and full of love.

“Taratari sustho hoye jaa shona..”

(Get well soon dear!) she murmured, her voice trembling with worry.

Aishani smiled faintly, her eyes half lidded. “Ami thikachi, Dida.”

(I'm okay Dadi)

“You didn’t even call, silly girl!” Isha scolded gently.

“I’m fine now,” Aishani tried to argue weakly.

“You’re not fine until my son says you are,” Revansh’s mom said, fluffing her pillow.

Aishani giggled, melting everyone with her innocence.

“You scared everyone! Revansh bhai was so tense..” Isha started.

“Isha!” Aishani cut her off, cheeks warm.

Revansh just stood near the door, arms crossed, pretending not to care but his eyes kept flicking toward her every few seconds.

“She caught fever, not a fracture,” he muttered.

His mom chuckled.

“And yet you look more restless than her, beta.”

He cleared his throat and looked away, earning a small smile from Aishani.

“Aishani beta! Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling sick?” Revansh’s mom asked.

Revansh, still leaning against the doorframe, said dryly,

“Maybe because she was too busy dancing in the rain last night.”

The room went silent.

“I’m sorry what?” Isha blinked.

“Dancing. In. The. Rain.” He repeated, glaring at Aishani. “In a thunderstorm. Like a maniac.”

“It wasn’t a thunderstorm! It was a drizzle!” Aishani protested.

“It was raining cats and dogs, Aishani! You realize how easily you could’ve fallen sick..oh wait, you did.”

Isha gasped dramatically.

“So our Dr. Grumpy was Aishani’s rain partner!”

“Oh, don’t start,” he replied flatly. “I was watching an idiot slip on wet tiles.”

His mom tried not to smile.

“Well seems like someone is finally teaching our son to live a little.”

“She’s teaching me how to lose my sanity,” he replied.

Dadi chuckled softly.

“Tor jonne to e pagol hoye jabe re.” (He’ll go mad because of you, dear.)

Aishani hid a shy smile, cheeks pink despite the fever.

“See, Dr. Grumpy, even Dadi agrees with me.”

Revansh just sighed.

“Remind me next time to prescribe you common sense.”

The family burst out laughing, and the room filled with warmth the kind that even fevers couldn’t chase away.

He turned toward her, expression softening just a little.

“Eat the soup. Then rest.”

“Yes, Dr. Grumpy.”

Everyone left after fussing over her, leaving the room quiet. The faint hum of the rain outside returned.

Aishani's POV

The house was silent again. Everyone had left after making sure I was okay. The fever had gone down, but I was still weak.

I thought he’d gone to his room, but when I opened my eyes, he was still there sitting by the lamp, reading a medical journal, pretending not to watch me.

“You’re still here?” I whispered.

Without looking up, he said,

“You’re still sick.”

“You don’t have to babysit me, you know.”

“Good. Because I’m not. I’m just making sure you don’t do something stupid again.”

“Dr. AngryBird, you’ll catch my fever if you keep sitting there,” I mumbled sleepily.

He shot me a glare.

“That’s not how fevers work, Miss Rain Dancer.”

My lips curved faintly.

“Miss Rain Dancer? Seriously?”

“Rest. Because someone thought rain was vitamin therapy.”

“You can go now, Dr. Grumpy. I’m not dying.”

“You sure? You looked halfway to heaven this morning.”

“You’re so mean.”

“And you’re reckless.”

A moment of silence. Then I whispered, soft but teasing,

“You stayed, didn’t you?”

He didn’t reply. Just adjusted my blanket again.

“You talk too much even with a fever.”

“And you worry too much for someone who claims he doesn’t care.”

He froze for a heartbeat. Our eyes met , my tired smile, his unreadable expression.

“Sleep,” he said quietly. “You’re still my responsibility.”

“Just responsibility?” I murmured.

For a moment, silence.

He didn’t answer just stood there, gaze lingering.

“Then take care of your responsibility properly,” I added softly.

He stared for a moment and something unspoken hung in the air.

There was the faintest smile on his lips before he turned off the light.

Revansh's POV

She thinks I care too much.

Maybe I do.

She calls me Dr. AngryBird, teases me like I’m a grumpy man, drives me insane every single day and yet, when she looks sick like this, I can’t look away.

I keep telling myself it’s just duty. Just responsibility.

But the truth?

Every time she laughs, or pouts, or looks at me with those wide hazel doe eyes..I lose a little more of my control.

He sighed, turning off the light.

“Get well soon, Miss Chaos,” he murmured, barely audible. “My house is too quiet without your chaos.”

✿✿✿

So far, we’ve seen Aishani come up with countless ridiculous nicknames for our Revansh. But now, the tables have turned - he’s giving her some too! First “Chatterbox,” and now “Miss. Doremon,” “Miss. Rain Dancer,” “Miss. Chaos”… His cold heart is slowly melting, for her only. 🫶🏻😭❤️

And The way he worries. The way she teases. The way they fit.Just ReAshi things.🤭🎀🧿

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