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Writing this oneshot because 2025 starting with WTF!!!!

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“ladies and gentlemen will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover”

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Ishan’s laughter could light up the darkest room.

But when that same laughter was replaced with  coughing, sneezing, and tired eyes, his family knew something was wrong.

After several tests and consultations, Ishan was admitted to a private hospital, diagnosed with a severe lung infection.

A specialist doctor was hired for him, and that’s how he met Dr. Shubman Gill.

Shubman was everything Ishan wasn’t... calm, composed, and reserved.

His nature, however, wasn’t cold.

There was a quiet warmth about him, something that made people trust him without question.

Ishan, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy, even when confined to a hospital bed.

His bubbly nature couldn’t be suppressed, and he managed to charm every nurse and staff member within hours of his stay.

But there was one person he couldn’t quite figure out.... Dr. Shubman Gill.

The first time Shubman entered Ishan’s room, he found him making paper planes out of his medical reports.

Shubman cleared his throat.

Shubman : Mr. Ishan Kishan , these reports are important.

Ishan looked up, startled but unbothered.

Ishan : Reports toh sab padte hain, doctor jii. Main toh inko uda deta huu.

Shubman : Aapko bed rest ki zarurat hai, aur aap yahaan khel rahe hain?

Ishan : Bed rest aur injection dono nahi chahiye. Aap bas mujhe theek kar dijiye in dono ke bina.

Shubman couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“Dekhte hain.”

Next day ishan was lying in his hospital bed, pouting like a scolded child, and complaining  about the food.

Ishan :  doctor jii Yeh hospital mein khana toh jehar ke barabar hai. Kaise theek honga main?

Shubman glanced at the tray of untouched soup and bland vegetables.

Shubman : tumhe theek hone ke liye yeh khana zaruri hai. Ishan

Ishan : Lekin yeh khana mujhe aur bimaar kar dega!

Shubman : Mr. Kishan-

Ishan : ishan.. Ishu bhi bula skte ho.

A smile tugged on Shubman's face.

Shubman : *softly* Aapko bas apne recovery par focus karna hai. Baki sab mujh par chhodo.

Ishan : Matlab, mujhe kuch karne ki zarurat nahi?

Shubman : Bas mera kehna maanna,

*Shubman replied simply*

Ishan : Aap hamesha itne boring rehte hain?

Shubman’s lips twitched, but he didn’t respond.

At night shubman was checking some reports and ishan was laying on his stomach both legs were waiving on air.

Ishan : waise doctor jii Aap hamesha itne serious kyun rehte hain? Kabhi hansna nahi aata kya?”

Shubman : Mujhe hansi zarurat padne par aati hai, Ishan.

Ishan : has ke dikhao

Shubman signs and Ishan just laugh nervously.

Some days passed ' Ishan had turned the hospital into his personal playground.

His childlike antics, dramatic reactions, and endless chatter made him the heart of the ward.

But underneath all his antics was a simple desire... love, attention, and comfort.

Over the weeks, he had grown attached to Dr. Shubman , who treated him with a mix of patience, care, and an unusual warmth.

But his attachment to Shubman had grown stronger.

Whenever a different doctor or nurse entered the room, Ishan would outright refuse their help.

It was the first time since Ishan’s admission that Shubman hadn’t visited him all day.

Morning turned into afternoon, and afternoon into evening, but the tall, calm doctor who had become Ishan’s lifeline was nowhere to be seen.

Ishan : mujhe shubman chahiye...

*Ishan muttered, there was a nurse who was placing food on side table*

Ishan : dr. Shubman kaha hai?Woh aaye kyun nahi?

Nurse : Dr. Singh emergency mein hain. Aapko kuch chahiye?

Ishan : Woh emergency mujhe chod kar important kaise ho gayi?

As the day wore on, Ishan’s usual cheer faded.

He refused to talk to anyone, spending the entire evening staring out of the window.

His lips moved as he mumbled softly to himself.

Ishan : Shubman  busy hain. Koi baat nahi, Ishan. Tumhe samajhna chahiye

But by the time night fell, his emotions had reached a boiling point.

The loneliness, the fear, and the absence of his favorite person became too much to bear.

Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he curled up on his bed, clutching the blanket.

It was close to midnight when Shubman finally entered Ishan’s room.

He had been stuck in back-to-back emergencies, but the moment his schedule cleared, he rushed to check on his favorite patient.

The sight that greeted him made his heart ache.

Ishan was sitting on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, tears streaking his face.

Shubman : Ishan!

Shubman : Aap ro kyun rahe ho?

Ishan didn’t look at him. Instead, he sniffled and turned his face away.

Shubman : Ishu, meri tara dekho

Ishan :Aapko meri zarurat nahi thi na? Toh ab kyun aaye?

Shubman : Mujhe kaam  mein jaana pada. Main maafi chahta hoon.

Ishan : Aapko pata bhi hai, main poore din kya kar raha tha? Main khud se baatein kar raha tha… kyunki aap nahi the.

Shubman reached out to wipe away a tear.

Shubman : Mujhe lagta hai, main tunhara din bahut kharab kar gaya.

Ishan : Kharab? Woh toh chhodiye. Main naraz hoon, Dr. Shubman Gill!

Ishan’s tears turned into a full-blown tantrum. He crossed his arms, refusing to even look at Shubman properly.

Ishan : Aap bas apne kaam mein busy rahiye. Aur main yahan akela hoon. Mujhe  kisi ki zarurat hi nahi!

Shubman fought the urge to laugh at how childish Ishan looked. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice calm.

Shubman : Aapka gussa valid hai. Lekin agar maine aapko gift diya, toh aap maaf karenge?

Ishan’s ears perked up, but he tried to keep his frown intact.

Ishan :Gift? Kaunsa gift?

Shubman reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box of chocolates. He placed it on Ishan’s lap.

Shubman : Yeh chocolates aapke liye. Agar aap mujhe sunne ke liye tayar hain, toh yeh bonus hai.”

Ishan’s frown melted into curiosity as he picked up the box.

Ishan : Aapne mere liye chocolates laye

Shubman : Haan. Main jaanta hoon, aapko attention chahiye hota hai. Yeh meri taraf se sorry hai.

Ishan opened the box and popped a piece into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully before mumbling

Ishan : Fine. Maaf kiya. Lekin agli baar late nahi hona.

Shubman : Promise

*Shubman said with a small smile*

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