Mahi stepped out the emergency room, her eyes locking on the man sitting silently — his shirt drenched in blood, his gaze calm but distant.
She turned to the nurse.
Mahi (firmly):
"Sister, please prepare the operation theatre. I'll get the patient's details from his companion."
She walked over to him.
Mahi (gently):
"Excuse me... You don't look okay. Please come with me to the OPD. You're bleeding. You need bandaging."
But Ahaan didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed… on her.
Not her voice. Not the pain.
Just… her.
The curve of her brows when she frowned. The firmness in her voice. The calm in her storm.
She wasn't just treating wounds — she was unknowingly soothing the ones in him he never showed.
Mahi (raising a brow):
"Sir… are you even listening to me?"
Ahaan (blinking, softly):
"Yes… yes, I am."
Mahi (teasingly):
"Really? Then tell me — what did I just say?"
Ahaan (pausing, sheepish):
"Umm… something about... bleeding?"
Mahi (crossing her arms):
"Where exactly was your attention?"
(Ahaan's mind whispered: On you💗)
Ahaan (smiling faintly):
"Sorry, Doctor."
Mahi (tilting her head):
"It's alright. But next time, don't get so lost in your thoughts."
As she turned, Ahaan followed without protest. In truth, he wasn't obeying a command — he was following a presence. The warmth in her voice, the strength in her silence. The kind of woman you don't expect in a world like his.
Inside the OPD, Mahi began cleaning his wounds.
Ahaan sat quietly, but his eyes… they moved with her every step.
He didn't even flinch when she touched the torn skin on his shoulder.
How could he?
Pain was familiar — her touch wasn't.
Mahi (focused, softly):
"How did this happen?"
Ahaan (distracted):
"Sorry?"
Mahi (glancing at him):
"These wounds. What happened?"
Ahaan (smirking faintly):
"Let's just say… I've had worse."
Mahi (playfully):
"And still not learned your lesson, huh?"
Ahaan:
"Maybe I wanted to be treated by someone like you."
That made her pause — just for a second.
Mahi (clearing her throat):
"And your name, Mr. Trouble?"
Ahaan (flirtatiously):
"You really want to know?"
Mahi (confidently):
"It's standard protocol. If I don't know who you are, how do I make sure you're not being treated for a broken heart when it's actually a bullet wound?"
Ahaan chuckled — a real, soft laugh.
It echoed more inside him than in the room.
For years, he'd been stitched together by missions, lies, shadows. But in that moment — her hands steady, her voice bold — he felt human again.
Mahi (calmly):
"You should've come in sooner. These wounds need proper care."
Ahaan (smiling slightly, eyes locked on her):
"I didn't know my doctor would be this beautiful, or I'd have come bleeding sooner."
Mahi (rolling her eyes, but a small smile breaks through):
"Flirting won't numb the pain, Mr…"
(She pauses, expecting him to say his name.)
Ahaan (leaning slightly forward, voice low):
"Let's just say I'm someone who's good at disappearing. Names make things complicated."
Mahi (raising a brow):
"So you're mysterious and reckless. Good combination for a hospital bed."
(She gently begins cleaning a wound. Ahaan winces, but keeps watching her.)
Ahaan (softly):
"I'm used to pain. But your hands…they make me forget it exists."
Mahi looks up, their eyes meet — her breath hitches, just for a second. She quickly looks away, focusing back on the bandaging.
Mahi (trying to distract herself):
"You talk like someone from a movie."
Ahaan (smirking):
"Maybe I'm playing a role. Maybe I'm just waiting for the right person to read between the lines."
She finishes the bandage, stands up to put things away, but her heartbeat has changed. She can feel it.
Mahi (muttering to herself):
"Get a grip, Mahi. He's just a patient."
But as she turns back, Ahaan is still watching her, not with the intensity of a spy—but with the quiet admiration of a man who's already fallen.
Ahaan (to himself, as she walks away):
"I swore I'd never feel again... but you, Mahi... you're making it very hard to keep that promise."
He paused. Then, with a faint smirk and the softest mischief in his eyes, he said—
"My name is Sahad"
( He lies to her.... because a spy always hide his identity from everyone)