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She thought he was arrogant. Rich doctor family, expensive watches, too much attitude, senior M.S. cardiologist energy, and the kind of guy who walks like the whole hospital belongs to him. The type she promised herself she would never like.
Meanwhile, he thought she talked too much, argued too much, stole his peace, and somehow still managed to become his favourite part of the day.
Set in the middle of AIIMS life, success celebrations, chaotic friend groups, duty hours, endless teasing, coffee and chai runs, random arguments, Sunday dates in old Delhi, dramatic mood swings, stolen time between busy schedules, and a love story that feels more messy than perfect-this is not some sad hospital romance. It's loud, funny, comforting, irritating, and full of the kind of chaos where nobody really confesses properly but everyone already knows.
He fell first. Obviously. He fell harder too, unfortunately for him. But he's equally chaotic-annoyingly protective, competitive for no reason, overconfident, rich-boy attitude mixed with soft moments he'll never admit to, and somehow always showing up exactly when she needs him (while pretending he absolutely doesn't care).
She thinks he's too arrogant. He thinks she's impossible. Their friends think they should either get married already or stop fighting in public. Somewhere between achievements, happy tears, old Delhi evenings, teasing, tiny jealous moments, celebrations after success, and waiting for each other anyway-love quietly happens. Or loudly. Depending on the day.