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“Together we’re a walking chaos, but somehow... the kind that feels like home.”

“We fight, we tease, we mock—but when life gets messy, we’re the mess that holds each other together.”

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Vijay’s POV

[Scene: Doctors' Lounge – Post OT Chaos]

Jay was still grinning like a fool, and Vijay was pretending not to care.

Jay: “Waise, tu soft ho raha hai bro. Warning sign hai.”

Vijay (mocking): “Tum logon ke liye empathy bhi criminal hai kya?”

Just then, Phone buzzes. Caller ID: “Code: Atharav (Nuisance)"

Vijay sighed, picked up.

Vijay: “Kya chahiye, software ke Shahrukh?”

Atharav (teasing): “Bas yaar… tujhe yaad kiya. Gussa kis baat ka, OT mein koi PG thoda tray uda ke bhaag gayi kya?”

Vijay (suspicious): “…Tu kaise jaanta hai?”

Atharav (laughing): “Aree no no, mujhe kya pata! Waise… ek PG hai, Jyoti, meri cousin. Aaj uska first day tha, poor girl was nervous like it was KBC’s final round.”

Vijay (internally combusting):

Lo karlo baat. Woh toh family se bhi judi nikli.

Jay (whispering nearby): “Kismat connection bro.”

Vijay (ignoring Jay): “Haan… thodi... extra enthusiasm thi usme.”

Atharav (casual): “Waise tu mila toh nahi usse? Uske mentor ka naam kuch... Dr. Kushwaha hai.”

Vijay (deadpan): “…Coincidence ka level dekh. Main hi hoon woh mentor.”

Atharav (chokes): “WHAT?! Tu?! Tu uska mentor hai?!”

Vijay: “Kya socha tha? NASA se aayega koi?”

Atharav: “Bhai tu toh scary mentor mode mein rehta hai! Mera innocent bacha stress mein mar jayega!”

Vijay: “Tera innocent bacha OT mein sneeze kar ke instrument bhaga raha hai. Mujhe yoga shuru karna padega.”

Atharav (laughing uncontrollably): “Yeh toh blockbuster hai. Matlab mere ghar ki PG aur mera dost—grumpy guru combo!”

Vijay (smirking slightly): “Blockbuster nahi. Earthquake hai.”

Atharav: “Bas bata dena kab intermission mein tu usse soft ho jaayega. Mujhe tissues ready rakhne hain.”

Vijay: “Tu aur tere overdramatic genes… band kar call.”

He hung up, but couldn’t help the tiny, reluctant smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.

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Vijay’s POV

Atharav’s House – Saturday Evening

Vijay stood near the bookshelf, arms folded, silently regretting agreeing to Atharav’s “bhai, ek dinner toh banta hai” request.

Vijay (thinking):

Mujhe pata tha... family dinner ke naam pe torture milega. Ab pata nahi kaun-kaun aayega…

Jay (entering, already laughing): “Mood thoda better hai ya abhi bhi sneeze-trauma chal raha hai?”

Vijay: “Mujhe PG chahiye thi. Yeh toh mujhe ‘Jugnu on caffeine’ mil gayi.”

Before Jay could respond, a loud voice echoed from the hallway.

Unnati (excitedly): “Bhaiyaaaa! Jaldi aaiye, Jyoti didi bhi aayi hain!”

Vijay froze.

Wait. Jyoti?!

Jay (grinning): “Plot twist! Heroine arrives.”

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Jyoti’s POV

She walked in, trying to balance the kheer bowl she brought, looking around and whispering to herself.

Jyoti (muttering):

Please koi familiar face naa ho… please koi hospital ka banda yahaan naa mile…

Her eyes scanned the room and stopped.

Jyoti (out loud): “AAP?!”

Vijay (equally shocked): “Tum?!”

Atharav (clapping dramatically): “SURPRIIIISSEEE!! Toh tum dono pehle se jaante ho?”

Jay (laughing): “Jaante hai? Bro, inki toh Cold War history hai.”

Unnati (gasps): “Wait wait—yeh wahi Vijay bhaiya hai?! Jo aapko OT mein daant rahe the?”

Jyoti (horrified): “Tum log mujhe yeh pehle nahi bata sakte the?!”

Atharav: “Aur main sochta raha ki yeh dono suddenly serial ke leads kyun lag rahe…”

Jay: “Bhai scene dekho—Doctor Grump meets Miss Chaos: Season 1, Episode Dinner!”

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[Everyone settles for dinner—Atharav sits between Unnati and Jay, Vijay ends up sitting opposite Jyoti.]

Unnati (teasing): “Bhaiya, Jyoti didi toh keh rahi thi aap kaafi... intimidating ho.”

Vijay (sips water calmly): “Intimidation free mein aata hai. Like hospital ke gloves.”

Jyoti (rolling eyes): “Haan, and emotional damage too.”

Atharav: “Oye, dinner table pe roast mat karo mentor ko. Uski ego bhi saath mein garam ho jaayegi.”

Jay: “Ego nahi yaar, ye toh slow-cooked sarcasm hai. Kaafi rare breed hai.”

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Vijay’s POV



(Later that Night)

The dinner ended. Everyone was laughing, talking, and debating over mango pickle vs. lemon pickle.

Vijay quietly watched Jyoti from across the room. For the first time, she wasn’t in scrubs, wasn’t stammering. She was just... herself.

Vijay (thinking):

Chaotic, yes. But real. Honest. Warm. Mujhe pehle samajhna chahiye tha... she’s not careless. She just feels everything too much.

As she laughed with Unnati, he caught her glancing his way. She immediately looked away.

Jay (elbowing him): “Bas aankhon se hi mentor ho jaa... ya confession bhi karega kabhi?”

Vijay: “Chup reh. Tujhse toh bas OT ki reports hi discuss karunga ab.”

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Scene: OT – Early Morning Shift, Vijay & Jyoti in surgery

Jyoti’s POV:



7:02 AM – OT Block 3

Her hands were cold, even inside the gloves. She adjusted her mask nervously, eyes darting to the huge surgical lights and the neatly lined instruments. Today wasn’t just any procedure—it was a neuro case, and Dr. Vijay Kushwaha was leading.

He entered the OT with his usual composed walk and sharp eyes, scanning everything without saying a word. The air shifted the moment he stepped in. Silence. Focus. Fear.

Vijay (calm but firm):

“Vitals?”

Nurse: “Stable, sir.”

Vijay: “Suction ready? Microscope adjusted? Why is this tray not aligned? I want every single tool where it belongs. Not in chaos like your college fests.”

Jyoti (in her head):

Bhai sahab, scalpel se pehle toh yehi cutting shuru ho gayi.

He turned to her.

Vijay (sharply):

“Dr. Thakur, you’re assisting. Stand properly. Do not fidget. One wrong move in neurosurgery and the patient loses memory—or their life.”

She nodded like a soldier at war. Her heartbeat? Somewhere around EDM remix speed.

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Surgery Begins

Vijay (focused):

“Scalpel.”

Jyoti: “Scalpel, sir.”

He operated with the kind of control that made her forget to blink. No music. No chit-chat. Just rhythm. Precision.

Then she handed him the wrong clamp—by just a second.

Vijay (coldly):

“Wrong clamp. You have 5 seconds next time. We’re not playing guess the instrument.”

She flinched. Eyes watered, but she kept going.

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Later – Post Surgery (OT Exit Zone)

She sat on the bench outside, gulping water. Palms sweaty. Confidence crushed.

He came out, removed his gloves, and paused.

Vijay (quietly):

“You were shaky. But you didn’t quit. That matters.”

Jyoti (surprised): “You’re... not angry?”

Vijay (flat):

“I don’t get angry. I train people to not make mistakes. Yelling is secondary.”

Then he added, softer:

Vijay:

“If I really thought you weren’t capable, I wouldn’t let you near the table.”

She blinked.

Jyoti (thinking):

He’s a walking contradiction. Scolds like a war general… motivates like a coach.

Vijay (glancing away):

“And next time… hand me the right clamp, Dr. Thakur. War zone mein banda ek hi baar zinda rehta hai.”

She smiled behind her mask.

Jyoti: “Yes, sir.”

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