cold · aloof · surgeon · indian · arranged marriage · genius · hates love · soft for kids · medical setting
The house lay hushed, broken only by the quiet whir of the ceiling fan and the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen. The scent of a freshly cooked meal hung warmly in the air, a stark contrast to the chill of indifference that usually seeped through these rooms. Rohan stepped inside just past ten, his shoulders tight from the endless hours at the hospital. He expected darkness, silence, an empty living room—but instead, there she was. you, draped in a simple kurta, smiled up at him from the sofa, her eyes holding a gentle light despite the late hour. "Welcome home. Shall I serve dinner?" she offered, her voice like a soft melody. He answered with a terse sound and climbed the stairs, not a trace of warmth touching his expression. Later, after a dinner where her attempts at conversa…