Yukti adjusted the stethoscope around her neck, her eyes scanning the new nameplate on her cabin door:
“Dr. Yukti Yuvraj Rajvansh (Cardiology)”
Her heart skipped a beat. It felt surreal. She wasn’t just Yukti Malhotra anymore.
Right across from her door, Yuvraj leaned against his own cabin, arms folded, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he admired his new plate:
“Dr. Yuvraj Yukti Rajvansh (Neurosurgery)”
Yukti smirked. “Naam change karwa liya, par attitude waise ka waise.”
“Tumse shaadi karne ke baad kuch to change hona chahiye,” he said with a wink, walking toward her. “Waise, Mrs. Rajvansh, how does it feel to own half of Pragna Hospitals now?”
She giggled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t own it, but I do feel like the queen of it today.”
Yuvraj leaned closer. “Correction — you are the queen. And I’m your forever patient. Diagnosis: Madly in love. Treatment: One kiss, stat.”
She gasped. “Yuvraj! We’re at work!”
He chuckled. “Toh kya hua? Pati hoon tumhara. Ek kiss toh banta hai.”
She quickly pushed him back, giggling. “Nurse ko bula doon kya? Dr. Yuvraj Yukti Rajvansh misbehaving in corridor!”
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fine. No kiss. But coffee toh banta hai. Come to my cabin.”
Just then, a nurse passed by, raising an eyebrow as she saw the two doctors standing a little too close.
Yukti quickly turned toward her cabin. “I have a patient in five. No time for flirting, Dr. Rajvansh.”
But before she could close the door, Yuvraj caught her wrist gently and pulled her back in — right into his cabin.
“Yuvraj!” she whispered, startled.
He locked the door. “Chup. Sirf do minute.”
She looked up, breath hitching as he gently cupped her face. “I missed you today. You were running around the hospital like we don’t even know each other.”
“You know I was busy with that valve surgery—”
“And I was busy missing my wife.”
Yukti softened. “You’re such a flirt.”
Yuvraj leaned down, his forehead resting against hers. “Tumse pyar karna mere liye flirt nahi, devotion hai.”
He tilted her chin up and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Now go. Your patient is waiting.”
Blushing deeply, Yukti turned to leave — but not before she whispered in his ear, “Tonight, Dr. Yuvraj... I’ll write you a prescription.”
He raised an eyebrow. “For?”
She winked. “One long, sleepless night... of love.”
As she walked out, her soft laughter echoed in the corridor, and Yuvraj stood there, completely spellbound by his wife — his Mrs. Rajvansh.
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