In the bustling heart of Delhi,four childhood friends navigate the complexities of love, ambition, and family expectations.
In this tale of romance, laughter, and heartfelt moments, will they find their happily ever after, or will the burdens of the...
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Navya’s POV:
I walked into the gym, my medical kit slung over my shoulder. Today, the high school basketball team was in full swing, their energy filling the space with a mix of excitement and intensity.
As I approached the court, the game came to a sudden halt. I could see Reeyansh, the team captain, sitting on the sidelines, wincing as his teammates gathered around him. My heart skipped a beat. I knew him everyone knows him —his reputation preceded him. The basketball court was his domain, and he was known for his charisma and leadership.
“Excuse me,” I said, weaving through the players and their concerned faces. Reeyansh’s eyes met mine .
I knelt beside him, carefully examining his injured ankle. “How did this happen?” I asked, maintaining a professional tone while trying to ignore the slight blush creeping up my cheeks from being so close to him.
Reeyansh managed a strained smile. “Just a little misstep. Nothing I can’t handle.” His voice had that confident edge I’d heard about, and it made my pulse quicken.
As I worked on his injury, applying ice and wrapping his ankle, he watched me with an intensity that was both unnerving and intriguing. His eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, were focused solely on me.
“Thanks for coming,” he said softly. “I appreciate it. Not everyone would take the time to help.”
I glanced up from my work, meeting his gaze. “It’s part of my training. I’m actually a second-year medical student, so helping out here is just as much a learning experience for me as it is for you.”
He chuckled, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within me. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. Makes being sidelined a little less miserable.”
As I finished up, Reeyansh stretched his leg experimentally and winced slightly. “How long before I can get back on the court?” he asked.
I smiled, “If you follow my advice, you’ll be back to your game in no time. Just make sure to rest and take it easy.”
He grinned . “Resting is not my strong suit. But I’ll do my best.”
Just as I was about to finish up and pack away my kit, I remembered something. “You’re going to need a tetanus shot, just to be safe,” I informed him, reaching into my kit for the syringe.
The confident expression on Reeyansh’s face faltered for a moment, and he looked at the syringe with something close to apprehension. “A shot?” he echoed, his voice suddenly losing some of its bravado.
I raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. “Don’t tell me the fearless captain is scared of a little injection?”
He straightened up, trying to play it off. “No, no, it’s just… I’ve never been a fan of needles.”
