Sohana sat in her room, her mind swirling with thoughts of Ruhaan. She leaned back against the headboard, clutching her pillow tightly, frustration evident in her expression.

"What should I do to find out about his past?" she muttered under her breath, biting her lip in thought.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she buried her face into the pillow. "How can I help him move on if he won’t even open up to me? That jerk won’t tell me anything about his past. And it’s like he’s a ghost on social media—there’s not a single piece of personal information about him anywhere."

She rolled onto her side, still hugging the pillow. "What am I supposed to do? I can't just leave him like this. He hides behind that tough exterior, but I can see it in his eyes—he's shattered inside. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes anymore, and I miss the way they used to sparkle with mischief. I have to do something. I have to help him." She sighed again, this time with determination creeping into her voice.

"Come on, Sohana, think! What can you do to break through that wall he’s built around himself?" she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. She shot up in bed, her eyes wide with excitement. "I know! YouTube!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "There’s gotta be some way to find out about someone’s past, right? Yes, yes, yesss!" She scrambled to her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she searched for videos.

After a few minutes of watching, she leaned back in her chair, nodding along with the advice. "Okay, so I have to make him feel comfortable, like he can trust me. I have to understand his feelings and be patient with him... Treat him like family, huh?"

She bit her lip again, thinking hard. "Alright, I’ll give that a try. But seriously, Ruhaan, you better open up at some point, or I swear I’ll lose my mind!" she grumbled, half-joking, as she reached for her phone.

"Okay, time to call that jerk," she muttered as she scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over his name for a second before she hit the call button. The phone rang once, then twice, and her heart pounded in anticipation.

"Come on, Ruhaan... Pick up," she whispered under her breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever mood he might be in today.

Her determination to help him had never been stronger. No matter what, she wouldn’t let him carry his pain alone.

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"Why isn't this jerk picking up my call?" I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling inside me.

I had called him five times already, and still, no answer.

"This is the last time! If he doesn’t pick up now, I swear I’ll kill him tomorrow," I growled, gritting my teeth as I dialed his number again.

"You jer—"

"Yes? What is it?" A deep voice suddenly spoke from the other end.

I froze for a second, startled. "He... hello?" I stammered, quickly recovering.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice sounding hoarse, broken even. Was he... crying?

"Were you crying?" I blurted out, my concern instantly kicking in. The thought of Ruhaan shedding tears was something I could hardly imagine.

He stayed silent for a beat, then spoke, his tone colder. "Get to the point. Why did you call?"

"But—"

"If this call is for no reason, I’m hanging up," he interrupted, making my eyes widen in disbelief.

"Noooo!" I screamed into the phone.

"Why the hell are you shouting?" he said, clearly annoyed.

"Listen, you need to come to the hospital within the next hour," I said, my voice firm.

"What? Am I your assistant that you can order me around?" he retorted.

"Oh, really? You can call me and summon me to your office whenever you feel like it, but I can’t ask you to meet me?" I shot back.

"What ‘whenever’? I only called you once to my office, and that was for an urgent matter, not to waste my time," he replied defensively.

"Tsk, tsk, not your time, my time!" I corrected him, mimicking his mocking tone.

"Tsk, tsk, no, it’s my time that gets wasted if I have to deal with you," he quipped back, the sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Shut up! You can hurt me, make me cry, call me whenever you want, and ask me to go wherever you need, but I can’t do the same?" I snapped. "You’re coming to the hospital, and that’s final."

"You cried because I hurt you?" His voice softened unexpectedly, making my heart skip a beat. Butterflies erupted in my stomach—was he... worried about me?

"Do you care?" I asked quietly, my voice trembling ever so slightly.

There was a brief pause. Then, he cleared his throat. "I’ll come to the hospital, but I’m not staying longer than an hour," he said, dodging my question.

I nodded out of habit, forgetting he couldn’t see me. "Okay. See you soon. Byeee!" I chirped before hanging up.

I hurried over to my closet and pulled out my favorite baby pink kurti, pairing it with black jeans and silver bangles. Glancing at the clock, my heart sank.

"Hey Bhagwan! I've already wasted 30 minutes getting ready! He’s probably already at the hospital, and I’m still here! Ugh, come on, Sohana! Move it, girl!" I muttered to myself, throwing on my shoes.

"Chal, Sohana, chal. Nikal, tu pehli fursat mein nikal!" I chanted to myself as I raced out the door, jumping into my car and speeding toward the hospital.
(Come on, Sohana! Move, get out as fast as you can!)

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I was still sitting on my couch, staring blankly at the ceiling when my phone rang. With a sigh, I glanced at the caller ID.

"Dr. Sohana," I muttered under my breath.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk, so I ignored the call. A few minutes later, she called again. This time, I rolled my eyes and let it ring until it stopped. She didn’t give up though—she called five more times. I was getting irritated now. The next time she calls, I’ll answer, and I’ll definitely give her a piece of my mind. Little crazy girl!

As I expected, the phone rang once again. This time, I picked up. Oddly, though, my mind wasn’t as eager to scold her as I thought it would be.

We exchanged a few words, and she asked me to come to the hospital. But something about her voice caught my attention—how did she know I’d been crying? Maybe it's because she's a doctor. She must be trained to pick up on those kinds of things. But why did she cry when I scolded her? I wasn’t that rude. And why does she even care if I’m nice to her? Probably just professional concern. Whatever—it’s not like I care.

With a reluctant sigh, I put my coat on and headed out.

I reached the hospital in 15 minutes and walked straight to her cabin. Knocking on the door, I heard her voice call out, "Come in."

I stepped inside, and the moment she saw me, she started her usual chatter.

"Wow, you actually made it in exactly one hour! And guess what? That hour’s already over the second you stepped in here." She flashed a sarcastic smile.

Ignoring her, I cut straight to the point. "Why did you call me?"

"Where were you?" she asked, completely ignoring my question.

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you so concerned?"

"I’m not." She raised a finger in mock defense. "It’s just that you’re always in a suit. I’m curious—where were you?"

"I’m leaving," I said, already turning toward the door. But when I tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge. What the...?

I tried again, but it stayed locked. That’s when I heard her laugh—loud and shameless. I turned around and saw Dr. Sohana grinning like a child with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Mr. Ruhaan Raichand," she began, standing up from her chair. Today, she wasn’t in her usual doctor’s coat—she was wearing a beautiful kurti. Wait... Did I just call her beautiful? No, no. The kurti looks beautiful. Yeah, that’s it.

She walked over to me, stepping way too close, her eyes glinting playfully.

"You’re forgetting, Ruhaan," she whispered, leaning in toward my neck, "this is my cabin, and I can lock it whenever I want." She held up a remote, the one she used to lock the door, and before I could react, she blew softly near my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Wow, so high-tech," I muttered, trying to hide the effect she had on me.

She stepped back, still grinning, and gestured to the couch. "Now, go and sit there," she commanded, her tone teasing but firm.

"Why the hell—"

"Goooo!" she interrupted, narrowing her brows and pouting like a child. Defeated, I sighed and walked over to the couch, plopping down. She grabbed a chair and sat directly in front of me, no desk or table separating us—just an awkward amount of space we seemed intent on maintaining.

"I want to know about you," she said suddenly, resting her cheeks in her palms.

I raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because it’ll help me help you move on from your past." She spoke with such certainty, her eyes sincere. "And I want to know about your family, your hobbies, your favorite movies, actors, and more." She smiled, her enthusiasm unnerving me.

Before I could respond, a loud clap of thunder echoed outside. She glanced toward the window and then back at me.

"Ah, I think it’s going to rain."

"Great. Let’s finish this quickly before I get drenched," I said dryly.

Her eyes widened, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "Drenched? Wet?" she asked, her tone dripping with implication.

I rolled my eyes. "In the rain, you dirty-minded girl."

"Oh," she giggled, but her smile didn’t fade. "Now, about your—"

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into complete darkness.

"Shit! I hate the dark!" she shrieked, immediately grabbing onto my arm.

I smirked despite the situation. "How do you sleep at night, then?"

"None of your business!" she snapped. "But please, do something! I’m terrified of the dark."

I chuckled. "It’s none of my concern, right? Maybe I should leave you here alone..."

In retaliation, she pinched my arm hard. "Ow! Are you crazy?" I yelped. "Oh wait—of course you are!"

"Shut up!"

I grinned wickedly. "What if a ghost comes out of the shadows and grabs you?"

"Ruhaan! Stop it! Do something!" she begged, clinging to me even tighter.

I could’ve teased her more, but something about the way she clutched my arm, trembling in genuine fear, softened me. I couldn’t stay mad—or mock her. Her touch wasn’t annoying me the way it usually did. In fact, I didn’t mind it at all.

"Okay," I finally said.

Minutes passed, but the power didn’t return. We were still sitting there in the dark, her grip on my arm firm.

"Doesn’t this hospital have an inverter? I thought it was so ‘scientific,’" I mocked her, trying to lighten the mood.

"There is, but it probably ran out of charge," she muttered.

"Do you have a flashlight in here?" I asked.

"Yeah, in the drawer of my desk."

"Okay, I’ll grab it."

"No! Don’t go!" she pleaded, her voice full of panic.

I rolled my eyes. "I’m not leaving, Sohana. I’m just getting the flashlight."

But just as I stood up, a loud thunderclap boomed, and Sohana screamed.

"Ruhaan!" she cried and, without warning, hugged me tightly, burying her face into my chest.

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