Riansh Book

Under His Gaze 2

(Don't forget to read my other story "Tawwakul" too )

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It had been three days since Riddhima left the Singhania mansion, and she hadn't been able to shake the feeling of Vansh’s intense gaze. There was something about him that unsettled her, something she couldn’t quite name. He wasn’t just a wealthy heir recovering from an accident—there was a darkness in his eyes, a carefully hidden storm that drew her in, even as she tried to pull away.

But there was no time to dwell on those thoughts. The hospital was busier than ever, and Riddhima buried herself in her work, trying to push away everything else. She was in the middle of reviewing a patient’s chart when a nurse approached her, looking nervous.

“Dr. Riddhima, there’s someone here to see you,” the nurse said hesitantly.

Riddhima frowned. “I’m not expecting anyone. Who is it?”

The nurse leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s Mr. Vansh Rai Singhania.”

Riddhima froze. She hadn’t seen him since the gathering, and she certainly hadn’t expected him to show up at her workplace. Steeling herself, she nodded and followed the nurse to the lobby.

Vansh was waiting there, leaning casually against the wall, his crutch resting beside him. Despite the obvious signs of his injury, he looked every bit as intimidating as she remembered. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he exuded an air of quiet authority that made the busy hospital staff give him a wide berth.

When he saw her, his lips curved into a faint smile. “Dr. Riddhima.”

She approached him, keeping her expression neutral. “Mr. Rai Singhania. This is... unexpected. Is everything alright?”

“I thought we agreed you’d call me Vansh,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And yes, everything is fine. I just came to thank you again, personally.”

“You’ve already thanked me,” Riddhima replied, crossing her arms. “There was no need to come all the way here.”

Vansh’s smile widened slightly, but his eyes remained unreadable. “I don’t do things halfway, Dr. Riddhima. Besides, I wanted to speak with you about something important.”

Her pulse quickened, but she maintained her composure. “Alright. What is it?”

Vansh glanced around the bustling lobby, then back at her. “Not here. Is there somewhere private we can talk?”

Riddhima hesitated. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone with him, but her curiosity won out. “We can use one of the consultation rooms,” she said, leading the way.

Once inside, Vansh closed the door behind him and leaned against the desk, his gaze fixed on her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened that night,” he began.

Riddhima raised an eyebrow. “The accident?”

“No,” Vansh said, his tone soft but firm. “The fact that you saved my life. And the way my family has treated you since then.”

“I was just doing my job,” Riddhima said quickly, feeling a flicker of discomfort under his intense scrutiny.

“Maybe,” Vansh replied. “But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there? You don’t seem like someone who just does their job and moves on. You care. I can see it in the way you talk to your staff, the way you handle your patients. That kind of dedication—it’s rare.”