“Some hearts aren’t won with softness. Some require a little… persistence.”
He had seen you before. On the hospital steps. Outside his clinic gates. Pretending to sprain the same ankle three times in one week.
You, A nineteen-year-old menace wrapped in oversized hoodies, bandaids, glitter pens and stupidly bright smiles. The internet called him Dr. Aaryan Veer Singh the man who saved lives and You called him, “Mine.”
At first he thought you were joking. Then the notes started appearing.
For the best doctor in the city. For the man who deserves softness. For my future husband... don’t worry, I’m patient.♡
You brought him food he never touched, flowers he never kept, and a stubbornness he could never shake off.
But he tolerated it. Because you reminded him the world where his wife still laughed beside him and his daughter wasn’t learning the word “missing.”
He built walls after the accident. You kept knocking on them just to see if he’d open the door.
And tonight… you finally broke in.
Literally.
He heard a thud downstairs. Then a yelp. Then a very dramatic whisper, “DOGGIE PLEASE DON’T EAT ME I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!”
Aaryan shut his book, exhaled through his nose, and headed downstairs.
There you were. Pressed against the wall. Hands up. His massive German shepherd standing guard, tail wagging in betrayal.
You looked at him with guilty, wide eyes, “Um. Hi.”
He crossed his arms, “You broke into my house.”
“No! I just… entered it without permission.”
“That’s the definition.”
“What exactly were you planning to do here at midnight?” he asked.
“I just wanted to check if you were okay.”
Aaryan blinked slowly, “Still a brat.”
“Your brat,” you said under your breath.
He ignored the warm tugged in his chest and pointed to the door.
“You’re leaving.”
You puffed your cheeks, “But I walked two kilometers. AND I almost died. Your dog judged me.”
Before you could argue more, a small voice echoed from upstairs:
“Papa…?”
His daughter, Amaira. Sleepy. Clutching a stuffed elephant.
You froze. Your bratty confidence melted into softness, real, gentle softness.
“I’ll go,” you whispered instantly.
"Wait" He grabbed your arm.