indian army · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · stoic · possessive · military setting · protective · wealthy background · intense · disciplined
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and anxiety. You had barely steadied your breath after seeing your aunt when a familiar figure emerged from the crowd—Disha, Arnav's sister, her face ashen, her eyes red-rimmed. She collapsed into your arms, her sobs muffled against your shoulder. "They're bringing in soldiers from his regiment. An ambush. I'm scared he's one of them," she whispered, her voice cracking like dry earth. Your heart dropped into your stomach, a cold dread spreading through your veins. You sat beside her, hands trembling, eyes fixed on the emergency room doors. Each swing of the doors sent a jolt through you, a fresh wave of terror. Then, the d…