Meera’s POV
The mansion felt unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
Which meant one thing.
Something was wrong.
Meera walked downstairs with her phone in hand, frustration visible.
She had been trying to call the hospital for the past twenty minutes.
No response.
My anxiety kept rising.
Rohan’s chemotherapy session was today.
Why wasn’t anyone answering?
My fingers shook slightly as i dialed again.
Still nothing.
“Damn it…”
Tears of frustration burned her eyes.
No.
No bad thoughts. Don’t panic.But panic didn’t listen.What if something happened? What if Rohan collapsed? What if—
“Why are you crying?”
That deep voice froze her.
I turned.
Aarav stood near the staircase in a black shirt, sleeves folded, expression unreadable.
Meera quickly wiped her eyes.
“I’m not.”
Aarav stared.
Silence.
Then—
“You are.”
Annoying man. Always noticing.
She looked away.
“It’s none of your business.”
Wrong answer.
His jaw tightened slightly.
He stepped closer.
Lower voice.
“What happened?”
Still that controlled tone.
But something in it felt different.
Sharper.
Concern?
No.
Impossible.
I tried to stay strong.
Failed.
“The hospital isn’t answering.”
A pause.
“Rohan’s session was today.”
Another.
“I don’t know what’s happening.”
There.
Said it.
My voice broke on the last sentence.
I hated that.
Hated feeling weak.
Aarav watched me silently.
Then took out his phone.
Dialed one number.
Just one.
His voice turned cold.
Commanding.
“Connect me to oncology.”
Silence.
Then—
“This is Aarav Khanna.”
Pause.
His eyes darkened.
“I said now.”
I blinked.
Thirty seconds later—
call connected.
What?
How?
Aarav listened.
Expression unreadable.
Then he spoke.
“Put Dr. Sharma on line.”
Another pause.
Then—
His features softened slightly.
Very slightly.
He ended the call.
My heartbeat pounded.
“What happened?”
Aarav looked at me.
“He’s fine.”
My breath stopped.
What?
Aarav continued.
“Minor reaction to medication.”
A pause.
“Doctor kept him under observation.”
Relief hit her so hard her knees nearly gave out.
Fine.
Rohan was fine.
Thank God.
Thank God.
Before i realized it—
tears spilled.
This time from relief.
I covered my face.
Embarrassed.
And then—
warmth.
A hand.
On my shoulder.
Meera froze.
No.
Aarav touched me?
I slowly looked up.
His hand remained there.
Steady.
Grounding.
His voice softened.
“Breathe.”
That word.
Again.
Always that word.
My breathing trembled.
Aarav spoke quietly.
“Nothing happened to him.”
A pause.
“He’s okay.”
Why was he being gentle?
Why?
This wasn’t the Aarav i knew.
My voice came small.
“How do you know?”
Silence.
Then—
“I made sure.”
She frowned.
“What?”
Aarav removed his hand.
Too fast.
Walls returning.
“I assigned private monitoring.”
Her mind stopped.
“…You what?”
Aarav looked away.
As if it meant nothing.
“Rohan’s condition is unstable.”
A pause.
“Regular hospital negligence isn’t acceptable.”
I stared.
No.
Wait.
What did he just say?
Private monitoring?
Since when?
“How long?”
Silence.
Aarav didn’t answer.
Meera stepped closer.
“How long, Aarav?”
His jaw tightened.
Then—
“Since your marriage.”
Her eyes widened.
No.
No way.
“Since… what?”
His voice stayed calm.
“I upgraded his treatment plan.”
A pause.
“Specialist consultation too.”
Another.
“Emergency team on standby.”
Her chest tightened.
No.
This didn’t make sense.
This was the same man who said:
This marriage is only duty.
Then why—
Why do this?
Her voice shook.
“Why?”
Aarav’s expression hardened.
Dangerous sign.
“Because I can.”
“No.”
Meera stepped closer.
“Tell me the truth.”
Silence.
Heavy silence.
Then i whispered—
“Why do you care?”
That hit.
She saw it.
Something flickered in his eyes.
Something raw.
Something buried.
Aarav spoke.
Slowly.
“Because…”
He stopped.
No.
Say it.
Meera waited.
Heart racing.
Then his walls returned.
Instantly.
“I gave my word.”
Cold again.
Detached again.
“I protect what becomes my responsibility.”
The words landed hard.
Responsibility.
Not care.
Responsibility.
Why did that hurt?
Meera laughed bitterly.
“Right.”
Aarav noticed immediately.
Not anger.
Pain.
He disliked that.
A lot.
Meera turned away.
“Of course.”
Her voice trembled.
“It’s always duty with you.”
She began walking away.
Then—
Aarav spoke.
Low.
Dangerously quiet.
“You think I don’t care?”
She froze.
Silence.
Slowly—
she turned.
Aarav’s eyes locked onto hers.
Intense.
Sharp.
Burning.
Then he said—
“har cheese sabdo main batana jaroori nahi hota meera"
(Not everything needs to be said in words, Meera.)
Her breath caught.
What—
Aarav stepped closer.
Now too close.
His voice dropped lower.
“kuch baate sirf mehsoos ki jati hai”
(Some things are only meant to be felt.)
Silence.
The air changed.
Everything changed.
Her heart pounded violently.
This—
This wasn’t cold Aarav.
This was something else.
Something terrifying.
Because for the first time—
she saw warmth.
Not openly.
Not fully.
But there.
Hidden behind steel.
And that scared her more.
Because hating him was easy.
Understanding him?
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
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Aarav’s POV
Idiot.
Absolute idiot.
I shouldn’t have said that.
Distance.
Maintain distance.
That was the rule.
But seeing her cry—
something broke.
Again.
I walked into my study.
Closed the door.
Exhaled sharply.
Why?
Why did her tears affect him this much?
He had seen people cry.
Beg.
Break.
Nothing moved him.
Then why her?
I moved toward the desk.
Opened a drawer.
Inside—
a photograph.
Siya Malhotra.
Smiling.
Frozen in time.
Pain hit instantly.
His hand clenched.
No.
Not again.
Not this road.
Not feelings.
Not attachment.
Because attachment destroyed.
It always did.
His voice came out rough.
“To hell with this.”
But even as he said it—
another face appeared in his mind.
Not Siya.
Meera.
Angry eyes.
Sharp tongue.
Stubborn heart.
Fearless woman.
And worst of all—
she was slowly seeing him.
The real him.
That was dangerous.
Because if Meera saw everything—
She would see blood.
Guilt.
Failure.
Death.
And then she would leave too.
Just like fate always took everything.
A knock interrupted him.
“Bhai?”
Kabir entered.
Looked once.
Then groaned.
“Oh no.”
Aarav glared.
“What?”
Kabir crossed arms.
“You’re doomed.”
Silence.
Aarav narrowed eyes.
“Explain.”
Kabir smirked.
“You care.”
Aarav’s voice turned flat.
“No.”
Kabir laughed.
“Bhai, you literally built a medical safety network around bhabhi’s brother.”
Silence.
Aarav said nothing.
Kabir grinned wider.
Then delivered the final blow.
“You’re falling.”
Aarav’s expression turned dangerous.
“No.”
Kabir’s smile softened.
For once serious.
“Yes.”
A pause.
“You just don’t know it yet.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then Kabir walked away.
Leaving Aarav alone.
With one terrifying truth.
For the first time in years—
someone mattered.
And that terrified him.
Because love had once destroyed him.
He refused to let it happen again.
But fate—
had already begun moving.
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Meera’s POV
Night.
Sleep refused to come.
She sat near the window.
Thinking.
Replaying everything.
Every word.
Every look.
Every silence.
None of it made sense.
Aarav cared.
She knew it now.
Not openly.
Not in simple ways.
But in actions.
In hidden protection.
In silent watchfulness.
Then—
a soft knock.
I opened the door.
A servant stood there.
“Ma’am, this came for you.”
A file.
Medical file?
Confused, she opened it.
And froze.
Bills.
Hospital bills.
Paid.
Every single one.
All chemotherapy expenses.
Medicines.
Tests.
Specialist appointments.
Paid in full.
Her hands shook.
At the bottom—
signature.
Aarav Khanna
Tears filled her eyes.
No.
This wasn’t duty.
No man did this just for duty.
No man watched this closely just because of responsibility.
Her heart whispered someth
ing dangerous.
Something she wasn’t ready to hear.
Maybe…
Maybe the man behind those walls…
Wasn’t heartless at all.
Maybe—
He was simply broken.
And broken things often hid the softest hearts.
She looked toward the dark hallway leading to Aarav’s room.
And whispered softly—
“Who are you, Aarav?”
Silence answered.
But somewhere deep inside—
she knew.
She wanted to find out.
No matter how dangerous that became.
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