"Through Fire and Storms, I Found You"

The first time Dr. Diya saw Dr. Kaushik, she felt an unexplainable pull toward him. He was tall, composed, and carried a quiet, strong aura that made people listen when he spoke. His eyes—deep, stormy, and hiding something—captured her attention more than anything.

She had joined the hospital as an intern, eager to learn and make a difference. But nothing could have prepared her for Dr. Kaushik. He was a brilliant surgeon but a man of few words, always maintaining a professional distance from everyone. She often caught him lost in thought, his gaze lingering on something far beyond her reach.

It wasn't long before she heard the whispers.

Dr. Kaushik had lost his wife, Kavya, during childbirth five years ago. A rare complication during delivery had snatched her away, leaving him with a newborn baby girl. Some said he had never forgiven himself. Some said he had buried his heart along with his wife. Whatever the truth was, it made sense why he was so detached and never let anyone get too close.

And yet, despite the walls he had built, Diya found herself falling.

---

Days turned into months, and Diya found herself drawn to Dr. Kaushik in ways she couldn't explain. He never made it easy. He was strict with her, pushing her beyond limits and expecting perfection. But moments—fleeting and rare—made her heart ache for him.

Like the time she had fallen asleep in the on-call room after a 36-hour shift, and he had placed his coat over her.

Like the time he had found her crying in the empty ward after losing a critical patient, he hadn't said much, just stood beside her, a silent presence of comfort. When she had wiped her tears and tried to move away, he had handed her his handkerchief.

"You're a doctor, Dr. Diya. But you're also human. Don't forget that."

It was the closest thing to his kindness; he has stayed with her ever since.

But the moment she truly knew that she had fallen for him was the first time she saw him with his daughter, Riya.

It was late, past midnight, and she had forgotten her file in the doctors' lounge. When she walked in, she found him sitting on the couch, his little girl fast asleep in his arms. He was brushing strands of hair from her face, whispering something too soft for Diya to hear.

For the first time, Dr. Kaushik wasn't the distant, unreachable surgeon. He was a father- a father who loved his daughter more than anything.

And Diya, standing there, felt her heart slip further into the abyss of no return.

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The floodwaters were rising fast. Chaos had taken over the hospital. Patients were being shifted, doctors were running from one ward to another, and the fire department was struggling to control the situation. Kaushik barely had time to breathe, but amidst all the commotion, something gnawed at his chest—Diya was nowhere to be seen.

At first, he assumed she was busy handling emergencies like the rest of them. But as hours passed and he didn't catch even a glimpse of her, unease settled into his bones.

"Nurse Charu!" he called out, his voice sharper than intended. "Where is Dr. Diya? She was here a while ago."

Charu hesitated. "Dr. Kaushik, she left… There was an emergency at City Hospital. Her friend's mother was admitted there, and she rushed to help."

His breath hitched. "What?"

"She left two hours ago," Charu added.

Kaushik felt an inexplicable weight settle in his chest. The flood was already causing enough destruction here—what was the situation like at City Hospital? Did she even reach safely?

His hands fumbled for his phone. He needed to call her. Needed to hear her voice.

Just as he was about to dial, a loud voice from the hospital corridor made him turn.

Breaking News: A bridge collapses near City Hospital amid heavy flooding. Casualties expected. Authorities are conducting rescue operations.

The words echoed in his mind, but it felt like his world had gone completely silent.

A chilling fear spread through his veins.

His phone slipped from his grasp.

Bridge collapse… near City Hospital…

Diya was supposed to be there.

No. No. No.

He couldn't breathe. The walls around him blurred.

His mind screamed at him to move, but his legs wouldn't cooperate.

Not again.

Years ago, he had lost Kavya in an operating room, watching helplessly as she slipped away while giving birth to their daughter. He had lived with that guilt every single day. He had told himself he couldn't go through that kind of pain again.

And now…

Not Diya.

Tears blurred his vision as panic gripped him. He rushed through the hospital, asking every intern, every nurse, every doctor if they had heard from her.

No one had answers.

His breathing turned ragged. He felt like a man drowning in his own terror.

What if she was under that debris? What if she was hurt and calling out for help? What if she—

"No!" His voice broke.

Then—

“Dr. Kaushik…”

He heard the voice before he saw her.

He turned sharply, and there she was.

Diya stood at the end of the corridor, swaying slightly. Blood smeared her white apron. A deep gash cut across her forehead, and her arms bore fresh wounds. She looked exhausted, barely able to stand.

But she was here.

Alive.

His entire body turned cold, then unbearably warm in the next breath. Without thinking, without hesitating, he ran to her.

The moment she came within reach, he crushed her into his arms.

His grip was desperate as if trying to convince himself she was real. That she hadn't been taken from him.

"I was scared," he choked out, burying his face in her hair. "I thought I lost you. Don't… don't do this to me ever again. Please."

His body trembled against hers. She heard the agony in his voice. Felt the sheer desperation in his embrace.

Her injuries didn't matter. Nothing mattered—except the fact that he was holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

And for the first time, she thought… maybe she was.

Before she could say anything, exhaustion took over, and her body collapsed against him.

Kaushik tightened his hold, gently lifting her in his arms. He had almost lost her once.

He wouldn't make the mistake of letting her go again.

[ Flashback ]

It happened on a quiet evening in the hospital library, long before this flood incident, long before Kaushik would finally let his walls break.

Diya hadn't planned to say anything. But after months of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and moments where his eyes lingered on hers just a little too long, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

She found him sitting at a corner table, deep in thought, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the medical journal in front of him. She had seen him like this before—lost in memories, burdened by ghosts only he could see.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer.

"Dr. Kaushik, are you sure you won't ever feel the same?"

He looked up, startled by her words. She had never been this direct before.

She extended her arm, subtly blocking his way as if she could stop him from running away from this conversation. From her.

"How many times do you want to hear no?" His voice was firm, but she didn't miss the way his fingers curled slightly, as if bracing himself.

Diya swallowed hard. "You never actually said it. You just keep avoiding it."

His jaw tightened. "Diya, this is not up for discussion."

Her heart clenched. She had seen how he looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching. She had felt the unspoken pull between them. How could he just dismiss it?

"I just…" she hesitated, trying to gather the right words. "I know you don't let people in, but that doesn't mean you have to keep pushing everyone away."

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Diya, this isn't about pushing anyone away. This is about reality. And the reality is—I don't have space for anything beyond my work and my daughter."

His words were clipped, distant. It felt like a slap to her heart.

She took a step back. "That's all?"

"That's all." His gaze didn't waver.

She let out a soft, broken laugh. "You know, for someone who saves lives every day, you don't even realize when you're killing someone's heart."

He didn't reply. He just looked at her—expressionless, guarded, unmoving.

"Now, can you just get lost from my path?" His voice was sharp, laced with an anger she knew wasn't real.

But it didn't matter. His words had done their damage.

She forced herself to nod, blinking back the tears. "Understood, sir."

That was the last time she tried.

From that day forward, she buried everything she felt for him. She kept her distance, never lingering in his presence longer than necessary, never looking at him like he was more than just her superior.

And if he noticed the change, he never said a word.

Now, when he held her fragile body after her accident, begging her to never leave him, he understood just how cruel his words had been that night in the library.

And this time, he wouldn't let her go.

---

She never expected him to feel the same.

She had accepted that she would love him from afar, as foolish as it was. He was her mentor, her senior. He was also a man who had suffered too much, who refused to let anyone close.

But fate had other plans.

The night of the flood changed everything.

She had rushed to another hospital in an emergency, unaware that Kaushik had panicked the moment he heard she was gone. When she returned, bloodied and bruised, she saw something in his eyes she had never seen before—fear.

And when he held her in his arms, trembling, whispering, "I was scared. I thought I lost you," her entire world shifted.

The next morning, when she woke up in her hospital bed, he was still there, watching over her. Their silence spoke more than words ever could. But she needed to hear him say it.

"Sir, I heard what you said yesterday."

His jaw tensed. "Diya, you need rest—"

"You're scared."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You should eat something."

"I don't need food right now. I need an answer." She took a deep breath, gathering courage. "Why are you scared of me?"

He looked at her then, and for the first time, she saw vulnerability.

"I'm not scared of you, Diya. I'm scared of myself."

She waited, her heart pounding.

He sat beside her, closer than he had ever been. His fingers lightly traced the bandage on her forehead, as if making sure she was real.

"I lost Kavya because I wasn't there when she needed me the most. I was in the OT, saving another patient, while she was…" His voice broke, but he steadied himself. "I blamed myself. I still do. And I swore I would never let anyone else enter my life, only to lose them again."

His thumb brushed her cheek unconsciously. "But then you came. And you didn't listen when I kept pushing you away. You brought chaos into my perfectly controlled world. You made me feel something I didn't want to feel again."

Her eyes welled up. "And what do you feel now?"

He swallowed hard, as if admitting it would break him. "That I don't want to lose you."

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she whispered, "Then don't."

She reached for his hand, her fingers barely grazing his. He hesitated for a moment before clasping hers tightly, his grip desperate, unspoken emotions passing between them.

"Stay with me," he murmured. "Teach me how to live and love again."

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  [ The Coffee Mishap ]

It was a rare quiet morning at the hospital. Kaushik sat in the break room, sipping his coffee, when Diya walked in, looking at her tablet.

"Sir, we need to—"

Before she could finish, her elbow accidentally knocked over his cup, sending coffee spilling onto his coat.

Diya gasped. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

Kaushik looked down at his stained coat, then up at her panicked face. Instead of scolding her, he smirked. "You just wanted to get me out of this coat, didn't you?"

Diya's eyes widened. "Dr. Kaushik!"

He chuckled at her flustered expression and leaned closer. "I should make you pay for this."

Diya gulped. "How?"

He took her hand and placed his empty cup in it. "Go get me another coffee, intern."

She pouted, realizing she had just been played. "Unbelievable."

Kaushik only smiled.

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 [ The 'Doctor's Orders' Excuse ]

Diya was exhausted. They had just finished back-to-back surgeries, and she was about to head to another ward when Kaushik grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to check on Mrs. Kavita's post-op vitals."

Kaushik shook his head and pointed to a chair. "Sit."

"But—"

"No buts. Doctor's orders. You need a break."

Diya rolled her eyes. "You're using that against me now?"

Kaushik crossed his arms. "Absolutely."

She sighed but obeyed, letting herself sink into the chair. A minute later, he placed a sandwich and a bottle of juice in front of her.

"You knew I'd argue, didn't you?" she muttered.

"I know you too well." He winked and walked away, leaving her blushing.

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  [ Stolen Glances in the OT ]

During a critical surgery, Kaushik and Diya worked side by side, focused and in sync. But every now and then, he would steal a glance at her.

At one point, when she looked up and caught him staring, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat.

Later, as they washed up, she smirked. "Something interesting on my face, Dr. Kaushik?"

He shook his head. "Just wondering how someone can look so cute even in a surgical mask."

She nearly dropped the sanitizer bottle.

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[ The Emergency Room 'Hand-Hold' ]

The ER was chaotic, and Diya was frantically attending to a patient when Kaushik suddenly grabbed her hand.

She turned to him, startled. "What—"

He placed a sanitizer bottle in her palm. "You forgot. Again."

Diya blinked, realizing she had rushed into treatment without disinfecting.

She bit her lip. "Thanks."

Kaushik squeezed her hand before letting go. "Take care of yourself too, Dr. Diya."

Her heart skipped a beat.

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It wasn't easy. Their story was not easy.

Kaushik struggled with his fears, with his guilt. He still had nights when he woke up in cold sweat, terrified of losing her. But Diya was patient. She understood.

She became his light. His hope.

And little by little, she pieced him back together.

Riya adored her. Diya would spend evenings with the little girl, teaching her to braid her hair, reading bedtime stories, laughing with her in ways that melted Kaushik's heart.

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 [ Flashback ]

Kaushik wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t like introducing two doctors for a medical case—it was introducing two pieces of his heart to each other.

Riya was his everything, the little girl who had unknowingly kept him alive all these years. And Diya… Diya had slowly become his light.

He held Riya’s tiny hand as they walked into the hospital’s break room, where Diya was waiting. The moment Riya saw her, she hid behind Kaushik’s leg, peeking out with curious eyes.

Diya crouched to her level, a warm smile on her face. “Hey there, Angel.”

Riya didn’t respond but didn’t look away either.

Kaushik cleared his throat. “Beta, this is Dr. Diya. She’s very special to me.”

Diya’s heart skipped a beat at his words.

She slowly extended her arms. “May I?”

Riya hesitated, glancing up at her father for reassurance. Kaushik nodded gently, and after a moment, Riya took a shaky step forward.

When Diya scooped her up, Riya’s tiny fingers clutched the fabric of Diya’s apron tightly, as if she belonged there.

Kaushik watched, his chest tightening with emotion.

Riya buried her face in Diya’s shoulder and whispered, “You smell nice.”

Diya chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on her head. “And you’re the cutest little bunny I’ve ever seen.”

For the first time in years, Kaushik felt like something inside him was healing.

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 [ The Growing Bond – Parks, Rides, and Laughter ]

It didn’t take long for Diya and Riya to become inseparable.

Diya would find excuses to finish her rounds early just so she could take Riya to the park after Kaushik’s shift.

She learned exactly how Riya liked her sandwiches cut and the stories she wanted to hear before bed.

She started picking her up from school whenever Kaushik had long surgeries.

Once, when Kaushik caught them whispering conspiratorially, he raised a brow.

“What are you two planning?”

Riya giggled. “Secret.”

Diya smirked. “You’ll find out soon, Dr. Kaushik.”

That weekend, he did. They had painted his car’s backseat window with tiny stars and hearts.

Kaushik shook his head, sighing, “You’re spoiling her.”

Diya grinned, pulling Riya into her lap. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

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[ The Night She Stayed Awake for Riya ]

One evening, Riya developed a fever. It was mild at first, but by midnight, her tiny body burned with heat.

Kaushik had a major surgery on the same night, and he was torn between staying with his daughter and fulfilling his duty.

Diya didn’t even let him hesitate.

“Go,” she said firmly. “I’m here.”

He looked at her, guilt and gratitude battling in his eyes. “Diya, you don’t have to—”

She pressed a cool cloth against Riya’s forehead. “I want to.”

That night, Diya stayed awake, rocking Riya in her arms, whispering lullabies, and pressing soft kisses on her damp forehead.

When Kaushik returned the next morning, exhausted yet relieved from a successful surgery, he found Riya curled up in Diya’s lap, both of them fast asleep.

His heart clenched.

Silently, he sat beside them and placed a hand over Diya’s. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

In that moment, Kaushik realized—Diya wasn’t just a part of his life anymore. She was family.

And he was never letting her go.

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There were still challenges. Society whispered about their age difference, about how she had been his intern. But none of it mattered when they were together.

One evening, months later, he took her to the hospital terrace, where they often went after long shifts. The sunset bathed them in golden hues, and as the wind played with her hair, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

She gasped. “Dr. Kaushik…”

"I don't know if I'll ever be perfect. But I know that I want to spend every imperfect moment with you." He took her hand, his voice thick with emotion. "Marry me, Diya."

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded, laughing between sobs. "Yes. A thousand times, yes."

As he slid the ring onto her finger, he whispered, "I love you."

And when she buried her face in his chest, adjusting her head below his neck, under the fading sky, he knew—he was finally home. He wrapped his arms around her, tightly. 

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Somewhere beyond fire or storms, their love had found a place to belong.

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