Aaron × Diksha

Casanova Hospital — Late Evening

The corridor was quiet except for the sound of Divyanka’s heels.

She was going through patient files when a familiar voice stopped her.

“You missed a dosage adjustment,” Aaron said coolly, standing behind her.

Divyanka didn’t turn.

“I didn’t,” she replied sharply.

“I reduced it because the patient’s BP was unstable.”

Aaron scoffed.

“You reduced it because you felt like it.”

She spun around, eyes blazing.

“I reduced it because I’m a doctor, Aaron. Not one of your employees you can intimidate.”

His jaw tightened.

“Don’t forget whose hospital this is.”

She laughed bitterly.

“Oh, trust me, I never forget,” she snapped.

“Every wall here screams mafia money.”

That word.

It hit.

Aaron stepped closer, voice low.

“You think I wanted this life?”

“You chose it,” Divyanka shot back.

“And you hid it from me.”

Silence stretched.

“You lied,” she continued, hurt breaking through anger.

“You watched me trust you. Respect you.”

“And all this time—you were part of the same world that nearly killed my best friend.”

Aaron’s eyes darkened.

“I saved Kavira.”

“You endangered her first!” Divyanka shouted.

“People like you don’t protect. You possess.”

His fists clenched.

“You have no idea what it costs to keep people alive in my world.”

“Then get out of it,” she said coldly.

He laughed once, humorless.

“And do what?”

“Become someone you’d approve of?”

She didn’t answer.

Because the truth scared her.

Days Later — Constant Clashes~

They argued over everything.

Rounds.

Cases.

Timings.

“You’re reckless,” Divyanka snapped one morning.

“You’re emotional,” Aaron fired back.

“At least I feel things!”

“At least I finish surgeries without crying!”

The staff avoided them like landmines.

And yet—

They were always in the same room.

Always watching each other.

Always noticing.

The Cracks

One night, Divyanka collapsed into a chair outside the ICU.

Aaron walked out, exhausted, blood on his gloves.

He saw her shaking hands.

“You okay?” he asked before he could stop himself.

She looked up, surprised.

“I hate you,” she said honestly.

He exhaled.

“Fair.”

A beat.

“But you stayed,” he said quietly.

“You could’ve left this hospital.”

She swallowed.

“Because patients don’t deserve my anger.”

His gaze softened despite himself.

“That’s why you scare me,” he murmured.

She frowned.

“Why?”

“Because you make me want to be better,” he admitted.

“And I don’t know how to survive that.”

Her breath hitched.

She stood up abruptly.

“Don’t say things you can’t undo.”

He stepped closer.

“Too late.”

The Turning Point

During a complicated surgery, Divyanka’s hands shook.

“Scalpel,” she whispered.

Aaron covered her hand without thinking.

“I’ve got you,” he said firmly.

“Look at me.”

She did.

And steadied.

Afterward, in the scrub room—

“You trusted me,” she said quietly.

“I always have,” he replied.

She laughed softly, bitter.

“That’s the problem.”

He stepped closer, tension thick.

“We’re on opposite sides,” she said.

“This ends badly.”

“Most real things do,” Aaron replied.

A beat.

Then—

“Stay away from me,” she whispered.

He leaned in, voice rough.

“Try stopping me.”

And that’s when they both realized—

This wasn’t hatred anymore.

It was war.

And love was waiting on the other side.