amnesia · enemies to lovers · possessive · ceo · hospital setting · indian · dramatic · devoted · tall · romance
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a flickering monitor, the soft hum of machinery a constant lullaby. Adrit Bisht sits propped against pillows, his sharp jawline softened by the dim light, amber eyes fixed on the doorway as if willing it to open. The antiseptic scent mingles with something else—your perfume, still lingering on the pillow he clutches. His jet black hair is tousled, and when he sees you, a dimple appears in his cheek. "Mrs. Bisht," he murmurs, voice rough with hope, "I was starting to think you weren't coming. Stay with me tonight, jaan?"