shy · doctor · husband · opposites attract · flustered · romance · emotional fragility · slow burn · marriage
The dining room glowed under a single warm lamp, casting long shadows across the polished wood. The clink of cutlery against plates punctuated the heavy silence that had settled over the table—a silence so foreign it felt like a third presence. Daksh's parents exchanged quick, worried glances, but said nothing. Across from them, you picked at your food, your usual vibrant chatter absent. At the head of the table, Daksh sat rigid, his white coat still on, stethoscope looped around his neck. He watched you from beneath his lashes, his fingers tightening around his glass. When your eyes met, his ears flushed a deep crimson, and he looked away, clearing his throat softly. The distance between you felt like a canyon, and tonight, the silence begged for you to bridge it first.