The hospital emergency room was a battlefield. Screams echoed down the corridor. Nurses rushed in and out. Machines beeped like alarms of war. And in the center of it all stood Dr. Yukti Malhotra, her face half-shadowed under the harsh fluorescent lights, her hands stained with urgency and responsibility.
“Clamp it — now!” she ordered sharply. “BP’s crashing.”
Her eyes didn’t flinch. Her voice didn’t shake. She moved like precision itself — fast, focused, and fearless. Residents around her followed without question.
And then, like thunder crashing in a storm already raging — the ER doors swung open.
Dr. Yuvraj Rajvansh walked in, tall and built like a sculpted storm, his sharp features set in stone and annoyance simmering behind his dark, tired eyes.
He glanced at the chart in his hand, then straight at her.
“Who sutured the leg wound in Bay 3?” he asked.
Yukti barely looked up. “I did.”
His brow arched. “Three extra knots.”
Her hand paused over her patient. “And? The leg’s intact, isn’t it?”
Yuvraj walked forward, dropping the chart on the desk beside her. “This isn’t your stitching class, doctor. Save your art for embroidery.”
Yukti raised her chin. “And maybe you can leave your arrogance back in the OR, Dr. Rajvansh.”
Tension sliced the air between them, thick enough to choke the interns standing nearby.
Leaning by the doorframe, watching it all with a mix of amusement and admiration, was Yugant Rajvansh — Yuvraj’s younger brother. The dimples on his face twitched with a smirk as his eyes lingered on Yukti.
She’s fearless, he thought. No wonder bhai’s looking like someone finally matched his energy.
And then he smiled wider, proud and genuinely happy.
She’s going to make one hell of a bhabhi.
Not just a sister-in-law — his sister. And from this moment, he knew: he’d protect her like one.
Later That Evening...
The Malhotras arrived at the Rajvansh mansion, unaware of the storm waiting to brew. The mansion loomed like royalty — ancient architecture with modern opulence. Golden chandeliers lit up the grand hall, and a warm but formal welcome awaited them.
“Raghav ji, Lakshmi ji, welcome!” said Manish Rajvansh, extending a courteous hand. Manjri, ever elegant in her silk saree, greeted them with warmth.
“We’ve been waiting for this dinner a long time,” Manjri smiled, ushering everyone into the grand dining room where the table was set like something out of a royal banquet.
Yukti followed her parents in, wearing a pastel blue suit, trying not to look impressed. But her eyes couldn’t help but notice the man already seated at the head of the table.
Yuvraj.
She blinked, caught off-guard. “You?!”
He looked up from his phone, just as surprised. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Manjri laughed nervously. “Oh, you two know each other?”
“We’ve met,” Yuvraj muttered.
Yukti folded her arms. “Professionally. Barely.”
Yugant, who’d just entered, spotted Yukti and lit up. “Dr. Malhotra?” he grinned, walking over with boyish charm. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Apparently no one did,” she muttered.
“You were amazing today,” yugant said sincerely. “I can already tell — you’re going to be my favourite bhabhi.”
Yukti blinked, caught off guard by the sweetness. Her lips curled into a surprised smile. “You’re kind.”
Yugant nodded proudly. “I mean it. You already feel like family.”
Dinner passed with polite conversations, exchanged glances, and under-the-table foot tapping from Yukti, trying to warn her mother that something felt off.
And then came the moment.
Manish stood and tapped his glass. “Before dessert, there’s something we’d like to share.”
The room quieted.
“We have decided,” Manjri continued, her hands folded in excitement, “to tie our families together in the most beautiful way — through marriage.”
Yukti blinked. “Marriage?”
Manish nodded. “Yuvraj and Yukti. You two are made for each other.”
Silence. Heavy and suffocating.
Yukti nearly dropped her spoon. “WHAT?”
Yuvraj’s jaw clenched. “This has to be a joke.”
“It’s not,” Lakshmi Malhotra smiled, calm and satisfied. “You two are perfect.”
Yukti stood up. “I met him today, and he insulted my stitching!”
“And she questioned my surgical reports,” Yuvraj added sharply.
Manjri chuckled. “That’s how all love stories start.”
Yugant grinned, completely unbothered by the tension. “Great. Now I officially have a bhabhi to bully.”
He winked at Yukti, and for the first time that evening — she laughed.
To be continued...
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Would you like me to start Chapter 2 ?? next — the fallout of the dinner, forced engagement awkwardness, and maybe a soft little moment between Yukti and Yugant while Yuvraj broods silently nearby? 😏
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