Graphic Credits: itsShonali
This is one of my entries for the Love-O-Rama #1: Pyar ka Trope-fest
Trope:
Set A: Best Friend’s Sibling
Set B: Medical
Pairing: Arnav from IPKKND and Geet from GHSP
This also has Shivaay from Ishqbaaz.
(This is my ode to Gul Khan Universe but without any characters from my favourite GK Show - QH)
Shivaay let out a dramatic groan, pushing the hospital tray away. “I swear, this food is punishment for getting into an accident. How do they expect anyone to recover, eating this?”
Geet rolled her eyes but smiled as she set down a small tiffin box on his bedside table. “Which is why I brought you home-cooked food. Maa made dal makhani and parathas. Be grateful.”
Shivaay’s eyes lit up as he quickly uncovered the box. “Finally, something edible! You’re officially my favorite sibling.”
Geet raised a brow. “I’m your only sibling.”
“Exactly,” Shivaay said between bites, clearly too focused on his meal to argue further.
After making sure he was settled, Geet decided to grab a coffee before heading back home. The hospital corridors were quieter in the evening, and she made her way to the cafeteria, hoping a caffeine boost would keep her awake on the drive back.
With a steaming cup in hand, she was scrolling through her phone, reading messages from her family asking about Shivaay, when she rounded a corner—
And crashed straight into a solid chest.
Hot coffee sloshed out of the cup, splattering onto the white coat of the unfortunate doctor in front of her.
“Oh my God!” Geet gasped, her eyes widening in horror. “I am so sorry!”
The man exhaled sharply, glancing down at his stained coat before looking up at her, his expression unimpressed.
“What the—” He paused mid-complaint, eyes narrowing slightly. “Geet?”
She frowned in confusion before her eyes finally focused on his face. Strong jawline, deep brown eyes, and that ever-present look of mild irritation.
“Arnav?” she blurted out, realization dawning.
Before Arnav could respond, Shivaay’s amused voice rang out from behind them. “Seriously, Geet? Of all the people in this hospital, you had to spill coffee on Arnav?”
Geet groaned, turning to see her brother leaning against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed and a smirk firmly in place.
Arnav sighed, pulling off his coat. “Fantastic. Just what I needed after a 12-hour shift.”
Shivaay chuckled. “I’d say you deserved it, but you did save my life, so I’ll let you off the hook.”
Geet winced. “I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Arnav shook his head, the irritation fading into reluctant amusement. “You can make it up to me with a coffee that actually stays in the cup this time.”
Geet narrowed her eyes. “Fine. But only because I feel bad.”
Shivaay nudged Arnav. “Careful, bro. She might ‘accidentally’ spill that one too.”
Geet shot him a glare, but Arnav just chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips.
Somehow, she had a feeling this was just the beginning.
Later that evening, after Arnav had changed into a fresh coat, he found himself sitting in the hospital cafeteria, stirring a new cup of coffee while waiting for Geet.
She arrived exactly five minutes later, a new coffee in hand. “Peace offering,” she said, setting it down in front of him.
He raised a brow. “Phir se coffee to nahi giraogi?”
“Obviously not. Pichhli baar galti se gira tha,” she said sweetly, taking a seat across from him.
Arnav smirked and took a sip, then glanced at her. “So, you’re back in town?”
She nodded. “I moved back a few months ago. Needed a change after working in Delhi for a while.”
“Shivaay never mentioned it.”
Geet rolled her eyes. “Of course, he didn’t. He’s too busy playing superhero at work.”
Arnav chuckled. “Some things never change.”
There was a comfortable silence as they sipped their drinks.
“So, how long have you been a doctor?” she asked.
“Since med school,” he deadpanned.
She shot him a look. “Wow. Hilarious.”
He smirked but decided to answer properly. “Finished my residency four years ago. Been working here since.”
She nodded, impressed. “That explains why Shivaay always says he trusts you more than the other doctors.”
Arnav shrugged. “I’d be concerned if he didn’t. The idiot practically grew up with me.”
Geet laughed, shaking her head. “True.”
Another pause. Then, she smirked. “So, does this count as our first coffee date?”
Arnav choked on his drink, coughing slightly. “Excuse me?”
Geet grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction. “I mean, you did say I owed you a coffee.”
Arnav sighed, setting his cup down. “You’re impossible.”
“But entertaining,” she said with a wink.
Arnav shook his head, but the amused glint in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.
A few days later, Geet was back at the hospital to check on Shivaay when she found Arnav in his room, going over some reports.
“You again,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe.
Arnav glanced up. “Last I checked, I actually work here.”
Geet smirked. “And here I thought you just wandered around looking important.”
Shivaay groaned from his bed. “Can you two flirt outside my hospital room?”
Geet gasped. “Shivaay!”
Arnav, on the other hand, merely smirked. “Flirting? Is that what you think this is?”
Shivaay raised a brow. “It’s what everyone thinks, Arnav.”
Geet felt a strange warmth creep up her cheeks. “Shut up, Shivaay.”
Arnav simply shook his head, making a note on his clipboard. “You’re cleared to be discharged tomorrow. Try not to get yourself admitted again anytime soon.”
Shivaay rolled his eyes. “I’ll try my best, Doc.”
As Arnav left the room, he turned back to Geet. “By the way, you still owe me another coffee.”
Geet blinked. “I already got you one.”
Arnav smirked. “True. But this time, you’re drinking one with me.”
And with that, he walked away, leaving Geet staring after him.
Shivaay chuckled. “Wow, sis. He never asks anyone out.”
Geet narrowed her eyes at him. “Shut up, Shivaay.”
But she couldn’t quite hide the small smile that tugged at her lips. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something interesting.
A week later, Geet found herself waiting in the same hospital cafeteria, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. She had agreed to meet Arnav after work, a decision that still made her heart race.
She glanced at the door, her thoughts interrupted by the familiar sound of Arnav’s footsteps. He walked in, looking as composed as ever, but there was a softness in his gaze that made her stomach flutter.
“Hey,” Geet greeted, standing up from the table.
Arnav’s lips twitched in a smile. “Hey yourself. So, where have you been all week?”
Geet chuckled. “Maybe I’ve been avoiding you.”
Arnav raised an eyebrow, his voice lowering slightly. “Why would you do that?”
She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I’m scared of how much I like being around you.”
Arnav’s expression shifted. He stepped closer, his voice soft. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, Geet. In case you hadn’t noticed, I kinda like being around you too.”
Her breath caught at his words, her heart hammering in her chest. “You… you do?”
Arnav smirked. “I wouldn’t keep showing up if I didn’t.”
Geet felt butterflies in her stomach. She took a step forward, their faces inches apart. “So, does this mean we’re not just having coffee anymore?”
“No,” Arnav said with a quiet laugh, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “It means this is just the beginning.”
And with that, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the connection that had been slowly building between them.
When they finally pulled away, breathless and with hearts racing, Geet smiled. “I’m glad I spilled that coffee on you.”
Arnav chuckled. “Best accident of my life.”
She blushed as he took her into a hug.
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