𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♡♡

Aishani's POV

Mornings had started feeling heavier.

Not because the house was quiet. Not because anyone behaved differently.

But because I did.

I walked into the dining area, forcing the usual energy into my steps.

"Good morning!" I chirped.

Dadi smiled. Isha waved lazily. Aunty pushed a glass of milk toward me.

And from the other end of the table -

Dr.Grumpy looked up.

Just for a second.

That second felt longer than it should.

"Are you fine?" he asked.

"Yes. Obviously I am fine. What made you think I am not fine?" She replied making a face.

"I am a doctor. I could see it by seeing your face."

Same tone. Same calm.

But his eyes didn't leave my face immediately this time.

"Hmm. Fine Doctor Sahab. I am having just a little headache."

"Why didn't you say that before?"

I was about to reply but the whole family looked up at him shocked by the question.

Dr.Grumpy cleared his throat and brush it off.

"Uhmm I am a doctor so this is my responsibility. Don't look up at me like that."

I know he is a doctor.. incredible doctor but what's the point of saying all time.

Isha said folding her hands.

"We are seeing new Dr.Revansh."

Revansh left off.

College - Late Morning

I was carrying a stack of files to the records section near the old storage area. The place nobody liked going to because it was dusty, cramped, and smelled like forgotten papers.

As I turned toward the old records section with my files, I noticed Dr.Grumpy near the corridor speaking to the lab assistant.

"The 2018 pathology records are kept here, right?" he asked.

The assistant nodded. "Yes, sir. In the storage room."

He gave a short nod and walked in the opposite direction, probably to finish some work before coming here.

I pushed the door open.

It creaked loudly behind me.

"Why do important files always live in horror movie locations..." I muttered.

I stepped inside, placing the files on a table and started searching through the shelves.

Old records. Old registers. Old air.

Very old air.

I didn't realize how suffocating it felt until a few minutes later.

My breath felt... wrong.

I inhaled again.

Still wrong.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Hotter.

My chest tightened slightly.

"Okay... relax..." I whispered.

I moved toward the door.

It didn't open.

I pulled harder.

Stuck.

"Oh come on!"

I knocked lightly. "Hello?"

No answer.

I tried again, harder this time.

My breathing was getting uneven now.

The air felt thick.

My fingers felt cold.

I leaned back against the shelf, closing my eyes for a second.

Just a second.

Then I heard footsteps outside.

The door opened abruptly.

Fresh air hit my face.

Dr.Grumpy stood there, a file in his hand - clearly here for the same records.

His eyes scanned my face in one quick second.

He stepped inside immediately.

"What are you doing here?" his voice was calm, but sharper than usual.

I tried to smile. Failed.

"File... hunting..."

My voice sounded weak even to me.

He held my arm firmly and guided me out.

"Sit."

"I'm fine," I said automatically.

He ignored that.

And made me sit on the bench outside.

I tried to stand up again.

"I'm fine."

He didn't respond.

Instead, he held my wrist.

I blinked.

"What are you--"

His fingers shifted slightly, thumb pressing gently against my pulse.

Oh.

He wasn't holding my hand.

He was checking.

Professional. Calm. Focused.

His eyes weren't on me anymore.

They were on his watch.

The same old watch I had given him.

He wore it. Every single day.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

The corridor felt quieter than it actually was.

"Your pulse is fast," he said finally.

"Well," I muttered, pulling my hand back lightly, "the room was trying to murder me."

"Breathe slowly."

"I am breathing!"

"Not properly."

Why does he always say things like that?

And why does he always sound right?

I looked at him.

He wasn't angry.

He wasn't scolding.

He was watching.

Closely.

After a minute, my breathing steadied.

See? Drama for nothing.

"I told you I'm fine," I said, standing up.

He didn't move.

"After classes," he said quietly, "come to my cabin."

I frowned. "Why?"

"Just come."

And he walked away.

Classes

I attended all lectures.

Took notes.

Nodded at the right places.

But my mind kept replaying that storage room moment.

And his face.

Why did he look like that?

By the end of the day, I stood outside his cabin door.

Knocked twice.

"Come in."

Revansh's Cabin

He was seated at his desk, reading something.

Calm. Composed. Doctor mode.

I stood in front of the chair.

"Yes, Sir?"

He didn't immediately speak.

Just observed.

"Sit."

I sat.

Silence stretched between us.

Then he asked casually, "Are you eating properly?"

I blinked. "Yes."

"Sleeping properly?"

"Yes."

"On time?"

"Yes."

He leaned back slightly.

I felt like I was being interrogated for a crime I didn't commit.

"Why are you asking all this?"

He ignored the question.

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"Hand, Aishani."

I slowly placed my hand on the table.

He gently turned it, checking the old injury.

The bandage was gone now. Only a faint mark remained.

He nodded once.

Then his fingers shifted slightly to my wrist.

Checking my pulse.

His touch was professional. Steady.

But his eyes -

They were not casual anymore.

They were calculating.

Observing.

Reading something I didn't want him to read.

I swallowed.

"Sir?"

He looked up at me.

Directly.

"Are you hiding something from me, Aishani?"

The question landed softly.

But it hit hard.

I smiled.

The same usual smile.

"You think too much, Sir."

He didn't smile back.

Didn't argue.

Didn't react.

Just removed his hand slowly.

"You don't have to escort me like I'm a patient, Sir."

He replied. "Then don't behave like one."

I looked at him for a long second, then narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"You know..." I said slowly, tilting my head, "you always appear out of no where and also when I need help."

He paused mid-movement. "What are you trying to say? Say clearly."

I leaned back slightly on the chair, studying him like he was a puzzle.

"I think you're a superhero."

He blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

I pointed at him dramatically. "Yes. Definitely. This is not normal human timing."

He frowned faintly. "What is not normal now?"

"You don't know superheroes? Oh my God."

I slapped my forehead lightly.

"Have you never watched movies? Read comics? Seen cartoons? Nothing!?"

He stared at me, visibly confused.

"Aishani, what are you even saying?"

I continued without pause.

"See, normal people walk. Normal people come late. Normal people don't magically appear outside locked rooms at the perfect time!"

His brows pulled together. "I was coming there for the records."

I waved my hand dismissively.

"Excuses. Classic superhero behavior. Hide the identity. Act normal. Blend with humans."

He crossed his arms. "So now I'm secretly flying around the hospital?"

"Obviously! You just don't wear the cape to work. Professional reasons."

He exhaled slowly, looking at the ceiling for patience.

"Unbelievable."

I leaned forward, whispering as if sharing a secret.

"You know what your power is?"

He gave her a tired look.

"I'm afraid to ask."

"Appearing exactly where Miss. Chaos is about to create a disaster."

A tiny pause.

Then, very calmly, he replied,

"Or maybe Miss Chaos creates disasters everywhere I go."

She gasped. "Victim blaming! Wow. Superhero ethics gone wrong."

"But it should be Miss.Chaos creates disasters everywhere Dr.AngryBird goes. Hm perfect."

For a second, he smiled.

He shook his head slightly.

"Drink water. And stop overthinking nonsense."

She grinned.

"See? Even your dialogue sounds like a serious hero from a movie."

He looked at her, completely unsure how the conversation had reached here.

And she just sat there, satisfied, like she had solved the greatest mystery of the universe.

"You can go now." he said.

That was it.

Hymph. Rude.

I stood up.

Walked to the door.

Paused for a second.

Then left.

At night

I had my dinner and went into my room. I lay on my bed and kept thinking today.

Dr.AngryBird's face came into my mind.

How can he be so perfect.? But though he had helped me today even though I teased him a lot. He is really a good person. Hmm. But not more than me. Hehe!!

I pressed my fingers to my wrist where he checked her pulse.

And I thought in my mind.

"Why does he notice things I try so hard to hide?"

What is happening to me!?

Uh- I am thinking too much.

Author's POV

For her, it was another normal day.

Another set of classes.

Another set of conversations she laughed through.

Another moment she brushed aside like it meant nothing.

But for him - And for the first time,

Dr. Revansh Roy wasn't convinced by her smile.

A doctor's eyes notice what words try to hide...

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