As Sara finished her shift at the hospital, she glanced out the window, watching the heavy rain pour down. She was looking forward to finally heading home and resting when her senior walked up.

"Sara, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I need to leave early—it's my daughter's birthday. The patient in Room 309 has a severe hand injury, and the ward boy said it needs a doctor's attention. Could you take care of him for me? I know it's the end of your shift..."

Sara gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry! It's my duty. And please wish your little one a happy birthday from me."

With a grateful nod, her senior left, and Sara made her way to the patient's room. As she opened the door, her breath hitched.

There, sitting on the bed with a bloodied hand, was none other than her husband, Shubman.

They hadn't spoken since their fight two days ago—Sara had been giving him the silent treatment, hurt by his words. Later he tried to manofy her a lot !

But seeing him like this, wounded made her heart ache.

Her eyes filled with tears as she took in the sight of his injured knuckles. She stepped closer, her voice trembling. "Yeh kaise hua, Shubman?"

He hesitated, scratching the back of his head with his uninjured hand. "Umm... vo... main bass... gir gaya tha."

Sara narrowed her eyes, not buying his excuse for a second. "Gir gaye the? Main pagal hoon kya? Sach batao, kaise hua?"

Shubman gave her a small smirk, trying to deflect. "Ohho, Doctor Sahiba, yahaan patient ka khoon beh raha hai, aur aap ho ki  sawal jawab shuru kar diya."

She frowned, "shub, sach sach batao! Hey, Bhagwan, kitna khoon beh raha hai!" Tears pricked her eyes as she took in the severity of his injury, her heart aching to see him in pain.

Then it dawned on her. She glanced around the room and noticed the broken window in the corner. Her chamber—the one with the faulty window latch. Realization struck her like lightning.

"Tumne ye jaan-bujh ke kiya hai, haina?" Her voice demanded and Shaky

He averted his gaze, mumbling, "Ab vo... vo nahin... bas..."

Sara sighed, . "Jhoot mat bolo! Tumhe kya lagta hai, isse mera gussa pighal jayega? Mujhe toh aur bhi gussa aa raha hai!"

she reached for the antiseptic and began cleaning his wound with gentle hands. As she applied it, she blew softly on the area to ease the sting.

Shubman winced but couldn't resist a grin. "Jitna dard haath mein ho raha hai, usse kai guna zyada dard tumhare aakhon mein aansu dekh ke mere dill me ho raha hai, Sara."

She paused,His words struck her heart, and she looked away, blinking back tears. "Toh phir kyun rulate ho mujhe, Shubman?"

He reached out with his uninjured hand, gently wiping a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Mujhe maaf kar do, please, Sara. Tumse zyada important mere liye kuch bhi nahi hai. Main bas... galti ho gayi mujhse. Tumse door reh kar pata chala, tumhara gussa toh seh loonga, par tumhari khamoshi... woh mujhe maar dalti hai.Tumse door hone se accha main ek bar me hi marjawu "

Her breath hitched and instantly she placed her mouth into his lips ! Tears still flowing from her eyes!

"Chup raho kuch bhi bolte ho tum! Tum bohot ziddi ho shub aur tumhara ye ziddipan kabhi nahi badlega"

Shubman held her hand with his other hand and kissed on her palm softly , his voice barely a whisper. "Aur tumhara yeh pyaar bhi toh kabhi nahi badlega, hai na ? Aur main ziddi hun toh sirf tumhare liye, mujhe sirf tum chaiye"

Despite herself, Sara's lips quirked into a small smile as she finished wrapping his hand. He looked down at her handiwork and then back at her, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Sach bataun? Tum doctor ban ke mujhe aur bhi zyada pyaari lagti ho," he murmured, squeezing her hand.

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. "Bas karo, Shubman. Tumhe laga tumhare yeh cheesy lines mujhe pighla denge?"

He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Mujhe pata hai tum kitni strong ho. Par mera pyaar tumhara gussa zaroor pighla dega."

Finally, her guard dropped, and a few more tears rolled down her cheeks. She hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Aaj ke baad kabhi aise zakhmi hokar mere saamne mat aana. Samjhe?"

He wrapped his uninjured arm around her, holding her tightly. "Tumhare paas aane ke liye agar hazaar baar bhi zakhmi hona pade, toh main woh bhi seh loonga, Sara."

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I don't know what i have written but haan kuch to likh dia hain 😭 maybe i will continue the plot !

Also sara is a commoner in this story and they had a arranged marriage!

I recently discovered Shubsaraxlove 's book on arranged marriage and I am love with it !!!

Huh wrote after so many days! I will update tomorrow with mature content promise !

Also suggest me some plots which will go with a arranged marriage story ok ? Plsss