𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♡♡

Author’s POV

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains, soft and golden.

Aishani stretched, blinking slowly, realizing  her head no longer felt heavy, the fever had faded  but the warmth of Revansh's care still lingered.

She sat up, wrapped in her blanket, hair messy, cheeks still faintly flushed.
And of course, the first thing she saw when she opened the door and went down was him.

Revansh.

Standing by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled, coffee mug in hand looking like he’d walked straight out of a commercial with “grumpy perfection” as the tagline.

His gaze flicked up, scanning her from head to toe.

“Back from the dead?” he said, one brow arched.

Aishani groaned. “Good morning, Dr. Grumpy.”

He took a sip of his coffee. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to faint again in class today. I’m not carrying you twice.”

She gasped. “Nope. But I might faint because of your sarcasm.”

“Once was enough to traumatize my lecture hall,” he muttered.

“You’re looking better,” he said, pretending to sound casual.

“Yeah, thanks to your lecture style scolding,” she shot back.

He ignored her tone, setting his mug aside and stepping closer, his hand brushing against her forehead.

“I don’t have a fever! Dr.Grumpy Chill!!”

He didn’t look convinced.

She rolled her eyes, muttering under his breath, “You’d check it every five minutes if you could.”

Before he could reply, Dadi appeared from behind, smiling softly.

“Aishani ma, thik achis?” she asked, gently cupping her face.
(Aishani, Are you okay?)

“Haa, Dida! Ager theke bhalo” Aishani smiled, and Dadi’s hand immediately moved to stroke her hair, like a grandmother’s magic touch that could heal anything.

(Yes, Dadi. Much Better now.)

“Bhalo. No rain-dancing, thik ache?” Dadi warned.

(Good. But still, no dancing in the rain, okay?)

Revansh smirked. “See? Even Dadi’s learned your diagnosis chronic nonsense.”

“Chronic grumpiness suits you better,” she shot back, making everyone chuckle.

Isha entered next, carrying her bag. “Well, look who’s alive! Ready to face the gossip?”

Aishani blinked. “Gossip?”

Isha grinned wickedly. “Half the college knows Dr. Revansh Roy carried you out of the lecture hall. Some people are calling it ‘a medical rescue of love.”

Aishani’s eyes widened in horror. “WHAT!?”

Revansh almost choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

“Oh please,” Isha laughed. “Everyone saw you running like a drama hero, bhai.”

“Unbelievable,” Revansh muttered, setting down his cup. “I save a student’s life and suddenly I’m in a romantic film. Kids Nowadays.”

Aishani hid her face behind her hands, her cheeks turning crimson.
“Can we collectively erase that from existence?”

At College

By the time Aishani returned to college, the rumors had already spread faster than her fever ever could.

“Oh my god, is it true!?” someone gasped as soon as she entered the hallway.

Aishani blinked. “What true?”

“That Dr. Revansh Roy carried you to the hospital!”

Her jaw dropped. “What!? Who told you that!?”

“Everyone saw! The legendary cold hearted doctor carrying a girl in his arms! Girl, you broke the internet of this college!”

Aishani hid her face in her hands. “It’s nothing like that! He was just being responsible!”

“Responsible looks awfully romantic from the second floor,” another friend giggled.

As if on cue, Revansh walked down the hallway, white coat, sharp gaze, that same unreadable expression.

Their eyes met for a second.

He raised an eyebrow, smirked just slightly, and walked past.

Her friends squealed.

Aishani muttered under her breath, “I swear he enjoys this…”

Evening - Back Home

She trudged into the living room, still red from the day’s embarrassment. He was on the couch, typing away on his laptop like nothing existed outside that screen.

“You enjoy too much! Don't you?”she accused.

He didn’t look up. “Enjoy what?”

“My humiliation. My friends think we’re some sort of tragic romance drama.”

Revansh smirked from the corner of his mouth. “You started this chaos. Deal with it. Miss Chaos.”

Aishani's eyes widened.
“Wh-What!? Miss Chaos? ”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Uh- Youu But why does everyone think there’s something between us!?” Aishani groaned.”

Revansh, settling across from her with his laptop, didn’t even look up.

“Because you keep creating dramatic situations that look like something between us.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Logic” she said, glaring. “You could’ve just let me faint gracefully!”

He raised a brow. “You’re welcome for not letting you crack your head open.”

“Ugh! You’re impossible.”

“And you’re loud.”

She crossed her arms. “You act like you don’t care, but you literally checked my temperature every five minutes.”

His fingers paused mid-typing, eyes flicking to hers just for a heartbeat.

“I was doing my job,” he said quietly.

“Sure, Dr. Responsibility,” she teased softly. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He looked away first.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward it was heavy in a strange, comforting way.

Her lips curved into a reluctant smile and for a brief moment, their eyes met again. Something unspoken, something unfamiliar lingered there.

Aishani’s POV

The house was quiet. The moonlight pooled on the floor, silver and calm.

I lay in bed, unable to sleep replaying everything.

His voice when he scolds me.

His eyes - those beautiful steady deep brown eyes that can see through every lie I tell. I just get lost when I see his eyes.

The way his hands were so gentle when he checked my temperature.

The way he stayed no matter how much he pretends he didn’t want to.

My heart does this stupid little flip every time I remember the way he looked at me when I woke up in that hospital cabin. Like… I.. I mattered.

And today, when the entire college teased me, he didn’t say anything  didn’t correct them. Just looked at me with that half annoyed, half soft expression.

God, what’s happening to me?

His mom’s words echoed in my head “Seems like someone’s teaching our son to live a little.”

And maybe she’s right.

But what if he’s teaching me to feel a little too much?

I pressed my pillow against my face, whispering to the empty room,

“Stop thinking about him, Aishani.”

But I couldn’t.

Because every version of him - the grumpy doctor, the quiet observer,  the way he cares and that teasing smirk..they were all starting to feel too close. Too dangerous. Too precious.

I sat by the window, the night breeze brushing against my face as I flipped open my little diary, the one where I pour every tiny detail of my messy, chaotic life.

The pen hovered for a moment before I finally scribbled a few lines, my heart oddly fluttering at the memory that refused to leave my mind.

I read what I’d written and a smile crept onto my lips before I quickly shut the diary, pressing it against my chest.

It had felt different when he said it.

His voice. That look. That teasing edge that somehow didn’t feel cold anymore.

God. Why am I even blushing?

I again pressed my pillow to my face. “Stop thinking about him, Aishani…”

Revansh’s POV

I stood on my balcony, watching the night drizzle begin again.

The faint scent of petrichor filled the air the same scent that reminded me of her that night. Her laughter in the rain. Her eyes when she looked up at the sky. The way her hazel eyes sparkled.

I should’ve been irritated. She was my responsibility, nothing more.

But instead I found himself smiling a little.

She was chaos. Unfiltered, untamed, unstoppable.

And yet, somehow, her presence had made my silence a little less heavy.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.

“She’s a walking distraction.”

Mom said she’s teaching me to live.
Maybe… yes. In her own ridiculous, strange way.

Carefree. Loud. Messy. Annoyingly full of life.

I’ve spent years being composed, cold, focused, untouched by chaos. My world used to run on precision, not emotions.

And then she walked in like a storm with a smile.

She laughs too easily, talks too much, never thinks twice before jumping into chaos and somehow still manages to smile through it.

I’ve always been the opposite - calm, measured, in control.

Cold, they call me. I call it discipline.

Maybe that’s what living is not planning every step, not calculating every heartbeat.

But lately  it’s like her energy seeps into everything. The house feels louder. The evenings less empty.

I still don’t understand how she does it..how she can find joy in the simplest things, or make everyone around her laugh even when she’s the one who was sick yesterday.

Maybe she’s teaching me something I never realized I’d forgotten how to breathe between responsibilities.

How to live, not just exist.

But that doesn’t mean I’m changing. Not yet, Never.

But when I turned off the balcony light and walked back inside, my phone buzzed - one short message from her:

“Don’t forget to take your medicine, Dr. Grumpy. You might catch my fever. Then don't say I didn't warned you.😛🤚🏻”

I couldn’t help it, a quiet chuckle escaped.

“She’s impossible,” I whispered to myself, but that small smile refused to fade.

✿✿✿

Just Aishani being her chaotic little self again and Dr. Grumpy acting like he doesn’t care (we all know he does) 😭🎀

This is just the beginning 👀
Things are about to get interesting for our ReAshi🧿! 💌💞

P.S : Team Dr.Grumpy or Miss.Chaos?
I am in both team!!🤭♥️

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