CityCare Hospital never slept. The hallways pulsed with urgency, the walls echoing with whispers of hope and fear. Aashi, in her pale blue scrubs, moved through the chaos like calm in a storm. She was sharp, steady, and too focused to notice the man who entered with a bruised arm and frustration clinging to him like a shadow.
Aryan Mehra—CEO's son, business heir, the kind of man who didn't wait in lines—was clearly out of place. His white shirt was smudged from a minor car accident, and his phone was still at his ear.
"Just stall the investors. I'll be there in—"
"Phone down. Sleeve up," a firm voice interrupted.
He looked up. Aashi stood before him, gloves on, eyes steady. She didn't smile. She didn't stammer. She didn't care who he was—and that's what caught his attention.
As she cleaned and dressed the wound, Aryan watched her work in silence.
"Do you always talk to patients like that?" he asked, amused.
"Only when they care more about deals than disinfectant," she replied without looking up.
He laughed, truly amused. For a moment, everything around him seemed to fade away. In that brief moment, Aashi had broken through the usual formalities he was used to, making him curious about this nurse who treated him like anyone else, not like a rich heir.
Days passed. Then weeks. And Aryan kept finding excuses to show up at the hospital—sometimes with small injuries, sometimes just to talk. She teased him. He brought her coffee. And slowly, something began to bloom between them.
Their first real day together was at Wonderland Amusement Park. It was her day off. He had skipped a board meeting to be there.
Aryan didn't act like the heir to an empire that day. He acted like a boy in love. He fed pigeons, laughed like a child on the Ferris wheel, and held her hand like it meant everything. He spun her around in the open courtyard, her laughter echoing like music across the rides and snack stalls. He kissed her like the world was ending tomorrow—with no hesitation, no pride, just full-hearted love. He bought her cotton candy and carried her bag, joked with strangers, and even won her a stuffed bear at a balloon game.
"You're crazy," she whispered, her cheeks flushed.
"For you? Always," he smiled.
As the sun dipped low, they sat on a rusted bench, sharing a paper cup of ice cream and staring at the sky.
"Do you think this will last?" she asked softly.
Aryan squeezed her hand. "If I have to choose between the world and you, Aashi… I'll choose you every time."
But love is never that simple. And fate was just around the corner—dressed in diamonds, heels, and the name Sara.