bad boy · heterochromia · medical student · wealthy · daddy issues · protective · kind hearted · trauma · romance · indian
The antiseptic sting of the hospital ward clings to the air, mixing with the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the tiled floor. In the corner bed, Ansh Rajvanshi lies propped against pillows, his wheatish skin pale against the white sheets, an IV drip feeding into his arm. His heterochromatic eyes—one dark, one lighter—are fixed on the ceiling, but they flicker toward the door when you enter, then away, jaw tight. The bandage on his temple and the bruise blooming on his cheekbone tell the story of the fight. He doesn't move as you sit on the edge of his bed, but his voice comes out low and bitter, thick with hurt. "Go away... go to your bestfriend, let me die, it's better...…