A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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Relief hit me first-sharp and sudden, like a gasp of air after drowning.
No one was in danger anymore. Not Advantika. Not Ashish. Not Surbhi.
But then why... why was my chest still aching?
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the erratic pounding in my heart, but it only seemed to get worse. My gut twisted uncomfortably, an unsettling tightness settling deep within me.
It was her. Advantika.
The unwillingness-the iron grip I had on my own emotions-was breaking. I could feel it, cracking through me like a fault line ready to shatter.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Yet, as I stood outside her hospital room, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, I couldn't deny it anymore. The uneasiness in my heart, the way my nerves felt frayed and restless-it all pointed back to her.
Damn it.
A commotion at the entrance pulled me from my thoughts.
I turned, eyes narrowing as my family entered the hospital, their presence commanding instant attention. Each person of the hospital's head swapping towards them. Everyone knows who are the patels. Media ofcs.
My father's sharp gaze found me first. He didn't say a word, but the flicker of something in his eyes told me everything-he saw the change.
He saw me.
The cracks in my armor. The way I stood, restless and on edge. The way my hands wouldn't stop clenching at my sides.
I straightened, forcing my expression into something unreadable.
I wouldn't let them see.
But as I took a step forward, a nurse approached us, clipboard in hand.
"Sir, you need to complete the patient's registration," she informed.
Adarsh, my older cousin, moved to handle it, but something inside me stirred.
"I'm coming with you," I said before I could stop myself.
Adarsh and Saurav exchanged a look, but they didn't argue.
As we reached the reception desk, the nurse glanced at me curiously, tapping her pen against the clipboard.
"Sir, what should I write under 'relation to patient'? Husband?" she asked, her tone teasing, her eyes too sharp-too observant.
The question hit me harder than I expected. A wobble formed in my throat. Things. Felt right wring I don't know.
Adarsh and Saurav practically choked on air.
"No," I said, my voice coming out harsher than intended. "She's... she's my friend."
