AbhiRohi Chronicles: A Kaleidoscope of Short Tales

Poisonous Love

The soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the quiet hospital corridor. It was past midnight, the usual bustling sounds of nurses and patients replaced by a serene, almost eerie silence. Dr. Aarohi Goenka hurried through the halls, her lab coat fluttering behind her, lost in her thoughts about a particularly challenging surgery she had just completed.

Aarohi was a celebrated surgeon, known for her precision and grace under pressure. Her colleagues admired her, her patients adored her, and her superiors respected her. But tonight, a single thought lingered at the back of her mind, creating an unsettling feeling: Dr. Abhimanyu Birla.

Abhimanyu, a renowned cardiologist, was her colleague. Tall, with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, he carried an air of intensity wherever he went. He was brilliant, charming, and always a bit too interested in Aarohi. She couldn't deny the electric attraction she felt towards him, but something about his obsession made her uneasy.

Turning a corner, Aarohi collided with a solid chest. Strong hands steadied her, and she looked up to find Abhimanyu staring down at her with a smoldering gaze.

"Aarohi," he said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "We keep running into each other."

Her heart raced. "Abhimanyu, it's late. What are you still doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," he replied, his thumb brushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "Can't sleep?"

"Just finished a surgery," Aarohi answered, stepping back to put some distance between them. "You?"

"Thinking about you." His eyes bored into hers, intense and unyielding. "I can't get you out of my head, Aarohi."

Aarohi felt a flush creep up her neck. She had always been able to maintain her composure, but Abhimanyu's relentless pursuit unnerved her. "You're obsessed," she said, trying to sound casual.

"Is that a bad thing?" He stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Maybe I'm obsessed because you're worth it."

She shivered, not from fear but from the undeniable pull she felt towards him. "Abhimanyu, this is inappropriate. We're colleagues."

"Colleagues?" He laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Do you think about me just as a colleague?"

Aarohi bit her lip, her silence betraying her internal conflict. She felt the heat of his gaze, felt the tension between them tightening like a coiled spring.

"Say it, Aarohi," he urged, his hand now gently holding her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "Admit that you feel this too."

She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. When she opened them, Abhimanyu's face was inches from hers, his lips tantalizingly close.

"This...this isn't right," she whispered, her resolve wavering.

"Right and wrong don't matter when something feels this intense." His lips brushed against hers, a featherlight touch that sent a jolt of desire through her body. "Just admit it."

Aarohi's breath caught in her throat. The magnetic pull was too strong, and before she could think, she closed the gap between them, their lips crashing together in a fervent kiss. The kiss was urgent, a release of pent-up desire and unspoken words.

Abhimanyu's hands roamed down her back, pulling her closer, while Aarohi's fingers tangled in his hair. The taste of him was intoxicating, a dangerous blend of want and need. She moaned softly against his mouth, her body arching into his.