Raindrops slid down the windowpane as the rain danced outside, its gentle rhythm filling the room. Across the office, the steady sound of typing echoed in the silence, fingers moving swiftly from one key to another. Reports were scattered across the desk—some freshly printed, others worn from countless revisions.

Amid the organized chaos sat a nameplate, its polished surface reflecting the soft light. Engraved in clear letters was a name earned through years of dedication, sleepless nights, and relentless hard work:

Dr. Y/N Singh Shekhawat.

Behind the desk, Y/N sat in quiet concentration. Her white coat hung over the chair behind her, a silent reminder of the journey that had earned her the title she carried today. Her hair was tied back in a slightly messy bun, a few stubborn strands framing her face.

Thin-rimmed glasses rested on her nose while her sharp eyes moved across the reports one page at a time. Every detail held her attention, every line carefully examined. The rain outside tapped softly against the window, but she barely noticed it, lost in the world of paperwork and responsibility.

Outside her office, the hospital pulsed with life. Nurses moved swiftly through the corridors, carrying files, medicines, and hope from one room to another. Behind some doors came relieved smiles and tears of joy as patients received good news. Behind others lingered quiet sobs and broken hearts, reminders that not every battle could be won.

The emergency ward remained as busy as ever, doctors and nurses working tirelessly while patients continued to arrive. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the hallways, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Minute by minute, the clock on the wall continued its relentless journey. The hands crept forward as another exhausting day slipped away. Then, with a soft click, they settled on 10:00 pm. For most of the city, the day was ending. For the hospital, it was just another hour.

Finally, she glanced at her watch and let out a quiet sigh. Gathering her belongings, she rose from her chair and headed home for the night.

As she stepped outside, a cool breeze brushed against her face, instantly calming her tired mind. The familiar scent of rain-soaked roads lingered in the air, fresh and comforting after hours spent indoors.

Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she made her way through the parking lot, the dim lights reflecting off the wet ground. With her car waiting ahead, she quickened her pace, eager to leave the long day behind.

"Ma........ "

Aarav Singh Shekhawat stepped inside the house, his coat draped over one arm. The faint sound of his polished shoes echoed through the hallway as he walked in, exhaustion evident after a long day.

he called out, loosening his tie as he made his way to the living room.

Without waiting for an answer, he dropped onto the couch, leaning back with a tired sigh. Moments later, a middle-aged woman emerged from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face at the sight of her son.

"Aa gya mera beta....."

(Here comes my son)

she said, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she approached him. She smiled and settled beside him on the couch. The moment Aarav saw her, a soft smile appeared on his face. Somehow, all the exhaustion of the day seemed to melt away.

Without a word, he rested his head in her lap, looking far younger than the composed mafia he was known to be. A content smile tugged at his lips as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

In that moment, he looked less like a man carrying the weight of responsibilities and more like a child who had finally found his mother after a long day away from home. The comfort of her presence was enough to make the world outside seem distant.

"Jao aur change kar ke aajao mein khana lgati hu......"

(Go and change your clothes, I am setting the table)

He nodded before heading upstairs to change.

Just then, the front door opened, and Y/N stepped inside, her bag strap resting on one shoulder. Exhaustion was written all over her face. The long shift, endless patients, and hours on her feet had clearly taken their toll.

The moment her mother saw her, a warm smile spread across her face.

"Shi time par pahunchi ho. Jaldi jao aur change karke aa jao. Maine tumhari favourite sabzi banayi hai........."

(You have arrived at the right time. Go quickly and change your clothes. I have made your favorite vegetable)

she said cheerfully. A faint smile appeared on Y/N's lips. No matter how exhausting the day had been, there was something comforting about coming home to her mother's voice and the smell of her favorite food waiting for her.

She quickly headed upstairs to change. After a while, both she and Aarav came downstairs, now dressed in comfortable clothes.

Y/N walked straight to the dining table, completely ignoring everyone as she lifted the lid of one bowl after another, searching for her favorite dish. A small smile appeared on her face each time she peeked inside. Aarav watched the scene with amusement before shaking his head.

"Tum kab aai?...."

(When did you come?)

he asked. Still focused on inspecting every bowl on the table, Y/N replied without even looking at him.

"Bas thodi der pehle....."

(just a little while ago)

Her mother laughed softly while Aarav rolled his eyes. Some things never changed—no matter how exhausted Y/N was, food always managed to get her attention.

"wow! aaj toh maza aayega!! hehe......."

(Wow! Today is going to be so much fun!! Hehe)

Y/N exclaimed the moment she spotted her favorite dish. Without wasting another second, she pulled out a chair and sat down, quickly serving herself a generous portion. The excitement on her face made it seem as though she hadn't eaten in days.

Across the table, her mother and Aarav simply stared at her in disbelief. Her mother let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head fondly. Aarav, however, wasn't about to let the opportunity pass.

"Doctor sahiba, hospital mein itni serious rehti ho, aur ghar aate hi poori ki poori food critic ban jaati ho..."

(Miss Doctor , you are so serious at the hospital, but as soon as you come home, you turn into a complete food critic)

He teased, leaning back in his chair.

"Kam karne ke liye bhi khana padta hai, mahasay....."

(You have to eat to work, sir)

Y/N shot back without looking up from her plate. Aarav scoffed and shook his head.

"Haan, lekin tum toh aise kha rahi ho jaise hospital ne lunch aur dinner dono band kar diye ho.."

(Yeah, but you're eating like the hospital has stopped serving lunch and dinner)

Y/N finally looked up and pointed her spoon at him.

"Ek aur word bola na, toh tumhari plate se aadhi sabzi gayab ho jayegi......."

(Say one more word and half the vegetables will disappear from your plate.)

Their mother burst into laughter while Aarav immediately pulled his plate closer to himself.

"Dekha, Maa? kise dhamki dene lagi hai ye...."

(Did you see, Mom? Who she has started threatening now)

"Bilkul........"

(Absolutely)

Their mother agreed with a chuckle. Y/N simply grinned and continued eating, deciding that her favorite food was far more important than winning the argument.

In the dimly lit bedroom, files and documents lay scattered across the bed. Sitting among them was Kim Taehyung, one of the most feared men in Asia.

Years ago, he had left South Korea and settled in India after a brutal power struggle within the underworld. Several rival syndicates had united against his organization, turning Seoul into a battlefield. Rather than wage a war that would cost countless lives, Taehyung moved his operations overseas, using India's vast trade routes and booming economy to rebuild his empire from the ground up. Within a few years, he had become more powerful than ever.

Tonight, however, he looked nothing like the man whose name sent shivers through the criminal world.

Dressed in a simple black t-shirt and loose sweatpants, he sat quietly reviewing reports. Even in casual clothes, his presence was impossible to ignore. Sharp features, effortless charm, and an intimidating aura made him stand out wherever he went.

Women often turned to look whenever he passed by. Some whispered, some stared openly, and some practically fell in love at first sight. But Taehyung never paid attention. Compliments, admiration, and affection meant little to him.

His focus had always been on one thing—power. And unlike love, power had never disappointed him.

He leaned back against the hardboard headrest of the bed, the files still spread beside him. Just then, his phone lit up with a message from Aarav—the only man he trusted completely, his best friend.

"Hey, it’s my birthday tomorrow. You are going to give me a party, huh? And wait do you even remember it?..."

A slow smirk tugged at Taehyung’s lips as he read the text. Of course he remembered. He always remembered. His fingers moved across the screen as he decided to tease Aarav just a little.

His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he typed back slowly, a teasing edge in every word.

"Birthday? Remind me again… who are you?...."

He stared at the message for a second, imagining Aarav’s reaction already, before pressing send. A low, rare chuckle escaped him as he leaned back again, waiting for the inevitable storm of replies.

Aarav replied almost instantly.

"You really don’t remember? I don’t know anything, I need a party that’s all......"

Taehyung read it once… then twice. A low chuckle escaped him before he could stop it. Of course Aarav would act offended over something like this, as if Taehyung had ever forgotten him. Shaking his head slightly, Taehyung typed back, his tone still laced with quiet amusement.

"I will think about it...."

He sent it, leaning back against the headboard again, the faintest smile still lingering on his face. For someone feared across continents, only Aarav could pull that rare softness and humor out of him without even trying.

"Think?......"

"yes......."

"you are impossible...."

"And yet you still talk to me......"

After some more casual chitchat, they finally placed their phones aside. The conversation faded, leaving the night to take over completely as both of them ended their day.

Outside, a cold breeze slipped through the open window, making the curtains move like a slow waterfall in the dark. The fabric swayed gently, brushing against the silence of the room.

Stillness settled in all around them. The only sound left was the faint chirping of night insects, filling the quiet with a soft, steady rhythm. And slowly, the world drifted into rest.

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