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16. A gift in return

๐‘ฏ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’š ๐‘น๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!โ™กโ™ก

๐€๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ขโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐Ž๐•

Last nightโ€™s puja still played in my mind like a dream.

He gifted me a saree.

Not just any saree but something he chose. For me.

And yes, the jasmine gajra he bought he didnโ€™t say much, but sometimes silence speaks the loudest.

Dr. Revansh Roy - the man everyone called cold had a warmth heโ€™d never admit.

And yet, here I am, staring at that saree like itโ€™s the prettiest thing Iโ€™ve ever owned.

The soft red silk, the delicate border everything about it feels Warm. Thoughtful. Him.

I donโ€™t know why, but my heart just feels heavier in a good way.

Heโ€™s so kind, even when he pretends not to be.

I glance at my phone, scrolling through the pictures from yesterdayโ€™s puja.

There he is, in white kurta, standing all serious while I look like literal chaos beside him.

I zoom in again.

โ€œWhy does he have to look good even when he doesnโ€™t try, huh?โ€ I mumble, a silly grin tugging at my lips.

My heart does a tiny flip. Oh no. Not this again.

And then it hits me I should give him something too. Something from me.

He gifted me a saree, a gajra and I didnโ€™t even thank him properly.

I should do something. A gift in return. But what could I possibly give him? He could buy the whole world if he wanted.

Then my eyes land on the small wooden box in the drawer - my fatherโ€™s old watch. The one he gave me before I left for the city.

I pick it up carefully, tracing the scratches on the glass. โ€œThis is all I have that means something,โ€ I whisper. โ€œSo maybeโ€ฆ itโ€™ll mean something to him too.โ€

๐๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  โ€“ ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ž

Of course, peace never lasts long around me.

โ€œMiss.Mitra!โ€ Dr.Grumpy's sharp tone cuts through the corridor, crisp as a blade.

I froze. Oh no.

โ€œSir?โ€ I look up innocently.

He holds up a chart I made for class upside down.

โ€œAre you going to be a doctor?โ€ his voice drops low, cold, โ€œI donโ€™t think so.โ€

Ouch. It hurts.

Before my brain could process, my mouth had already betrayed me.

โ€œYouโ€™re a heart surgeon,โ€ I blurted, โ€œbut youโ€™re heartless, Sir!โ€

The corridor went silent.

He blinked once, twice, then exhaled sharply jaw tightening.

โ€œHeartless is still better than careless, Miss Chaos.โ€

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

I stood there, half-annoyed, half-hurt.

Later that day, I informed him, โ€œSir, Iโ€™ll leave early today. So you donโ€™t need to drop me.โ€

He just nodded curtly, but I caught that flicker of surprise in his eyes.

๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ 

That evening at the dinner table, I finally said it.

โ€œItโ€™s almost a month since I came here. I think I should move out now. I found a small flat near the college. Iโ€™ll manage.โ€

Everyone looked up instantly.

I continued quickly. โ€œItโ€™s small but nice. Iโ€™ll come here often, of course, but I shouldnโ€™t trouble you all anymore.โ€

The room fell quiet.

Dadi frowned.

โ€œTui ki pagol? Eta tor o bari!

(Have you gone mad? This is your home too!)โ€

Even Isha pouted. โ€œNooo, stay here, Aishu! Whoโ€™ll I gossip with?โ€

Revansh didnโ€™t say a word. He just looked at me unreadable as always.

But his eyesโ€ฆ his eyes said something heโ€™d never voice.

Uncle and Aunty exchanged a glance.

โ€œYou are just like daughter to me. But if you really want to go. It's okay but not now. One more week you have to stay.โ€ his mother finally said softly, her tone carried affection.

His father nodded. โ€œYes, youโ€™ve brought laughter to this house again. It feels alive after so long. Come whenever you want, beta.โ€

I smiled weakly. โ€œThank you, Uncle. Thank you, Aunty.โ€

But my heart felt heavy. Maybe because I didnโ€™t want to leave not really.

And for a moment, my eyes met his.

Cold, unreadable eyes. Yet I sworeโ€ฆ I saw something flicker. Something close to hurt.

๐€๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ขโ€™๐ฌ Room

Ugh! Always scolding!

Whatโ€™s his problem, seriously!?

I just made one small mistake and he started his

โ€œAre you even serious about being a doctor, Miss Mitra?โ€ lecture again.

Hmph. Maybe he really is heartless.

I threw my notebook on the bed and crossed my arms.

Fine. From now on, Iโ€™ll just focus on my studies.

No unnecessary talking. No smiling at him. No calling him Dr. Grumpy.

Yes. Avoid him. Completely.

Letโ€™s see how long he lasts without my chaos.

Still..

I looked at the saree hanging neatly in the corner the one he gifted.

Why does he have to be so confusing? One moment rude, the next so kind it hurts.

I sighed and sat down, staring at my fatherโ€™s old wristwatch lying on the table.

Maybe.. maybe I could give it to him.

He gave me something that made me feel special maybe this could mean something too.

It wasnโ€™t expensive, but it carried Love. Memories. Emotion.

Something he seemed to have locked away.

I smiled faintly. โ€œYouโ€™re heartless, Sir. But maybe your heart will learnโ€ฆโ€

I slipped a small note beside it.

โ€œYou gifted me colours when I had none, so hereโ€™s a piece of time thatโ€™s precious to me.

Maybe itโ€™ll remind you that hearts even the grumpy ones can still feel warmth.โ€

Wrapping it carefully in a pink box, I tiptoed to his room.

The corridor was silent. He was probably in the library, reading like always.

I peeked inside, heart thudding louder than it should.

His desk lamp was still on papers, files, glasses scattered.

I placed the gift softly on the desk.

โ€œThere,โ€ I whispered. โ€œFor you, Dr. Grumpy.โ€

And before my courage betrayed me, I hurried back to my room, smiling like an idiot.

๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐กโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐Ž๐•

The house was quiet that night. Too quiet.

Even her chatter seemed to echo faintly in my mind like a melody that refused to fade.

I walked into my room, intending to finish some files, and thatโ€™s when I saw it.

A small pink colour box. Wrapped neatly. With a note.

I didnโ€™t need to guess who it was from.

Unfolding the note, I read slowly

"You gifted me colours when I had none, so hereโ€™s a piece of time thatโ€™s precious to me.

Maybe itโ€™ll remind you that hearts even the grumpy ones can still feel warmth

โ€” Aishani"

My chest tightened before I could stop it.

Inside was an old wristwatch simple, worn, yet polished with care.

Why would sheโ€ฆ

I sat down slowly, fingers tracing the metal strap. It wasnโ€™t expensive, but it felt priceless.

The kind of thing people donโ€™t just give away.

And thatโ€™s when it hit me I had scolded her today. Harshly.

Sheโ€™d looked so small standing there, yet she still had the nerve to talk back calling me heartless.

Heartless.

The word kept replaying in my head like an echo that wouldnโ€™t stop.

If only she knewโ€ฆ how close she was to the truth.

And how wrong, all at once.

I sighed, setting the watch beside her note.

For a long moment, I just stared at it at the gift she thought was โ€œsmall.โ€

To her, it might just be a gesture.

To me.. it was a reminder. That warmth still existed. That maybe, hearts like mine could still beat for something other than duty.

My lips curved unconsciously.

She really was chaos. Loud, unpredictable, impossible and yet, she filled this silent house with life.

And today, when she said sheโ€™d leaveโ€ฆ something in me twisted painfully.

She called it โ€œmanaging.โ€

I call it being stubborn.

Sheโ€™s just a childย  how does she think sheโ€™ll manage everything alone?

She couldโ€™ve stayed here, safe and cared for. But no.. Miss Chaos always has to prove something.

She says sheโ€™ll visit often. But I know once she leaves, the house will go back to being quiet. Too quiet.

Maybe Iโ€™ve just gotten used to her her endless chatter, her laughter echoing through these walls. The way she turns every silence into something alive.

I donโ€™t know when her chaos started feeling like comfort.

But watching her go.. it feels heavier than I expected.

Still maybe itโ€™s for the best.

Itโ€™s better for both of us.

I need to focus, and so does she.

Emotions are distractionsโ€ฆ and I canโ€™t afford those. Not again.

โœฟโœฟโœฟ

But sometimes, distance doesnโ€™t create space it makes hearts realize what theyโ€™ve been missing all along.

Aishani being her dramatic, adorable self again๐Ÿ˜Œ gifting emotions instead of things while Dr. Grumpy pretends he doesnโ€™t feel a thing๐Ÿ˜พ

Next chapterโ€™s going to hit soft maybe guilt, maybe realization ๐Ÿ‘€ Stay tuned.

Aishani gifted him warmth. He gave her colours.๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป

Two hearts, still learning the rhythm of love. โœจ

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