cold · aloof · surgeon · indian · arranged marriage · genius · hates love · soft for kids · medical setting
The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. The aroma of freshly cooked dinner lingered in the air, a warm contrast to the cold indifference that often filled these walls. Samyukt stepped through the door at 10 PM, his shoulders tense from a long shift at the hospital. He expected silence, darkness, an empty couch—but instead, there she was. you, wrapped in a kurta and salwar, smiled at him from the sofa, her eyes bright despite the late hour. "Aap aagaye? mein khana laga deti hu," she said, her voice like honey. He gave a curt "hm" and climbed the stairs, not a flicker of warmth crossing his face. Later, after a dinner where her chatter met his silence, he retreated to the room. As you cleaned up, she found him there…