Love the Destiny 5

The First Clash – Sparks in the Collision

It was a hot afternoon in Lucknow. The city buzzed with horns, heat, and haste. Amid the chaos, Mahek stood near the bus stand with her childhood friend, Arpit Verma—both waiting for a ride to Shreya’s place.

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

"Yeh bus itni late kyun hai? Pair dukhne laga hai." "Why is this bus so late? My feet are starting to hurt."

Arpit Verma

(smiling lightly): "Thoda aur wait kar lo, princess. Abhi tumhi toh kehti thi Lucknow dekhna hai." "Wait a bit more, princess. You were the one excited to explore Lucknow."

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(playfully rolling eyes): "Explore toh karungi, lekin chal ke thak jaungi toh kya fayda?" "I’ll explore, but if I get tired walking, what’s the point?"

Before Arpit could reply, a screech of tires, a sudden bike-car clash, and panic erupted. A biker skidded near the footpath. In the rush, Mahek lost her balance and fell hard on the ground.

Arpit Verma

(shouting): "Mahek! Sambhal ke!" "Mahek! Be careful!"

As people gathered, a sleek black car halted. From it stepped out a tall man in a white doctor’s coat—sharp eyes, clean jawline, and cold expression.

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(firmly): "Fracture lag raha hai. Main doctor hoon. Uthao usse." "Looks like a fracture. I’m a doctor. Pick her up."

Arpit Verma

(guarded): "Aap kaun?" "Who are you?"

Shivam Thakur

"Dr. Shivam Thakur. Orthopedic surgeon, CityCare Hospital. Zyada sawaal ka waqt nahi hai." "Dr. Shivam Thakur. Orthopedic surgeon, CityCare Hospital. No time for questions."

Without another word, he lifted Mahek into his arms. Arpit flinched but said nothing. Mahek, stunned, looked up—his scent like sandalwood and antiseptic, oddly calming.

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(blushing slightly): "M-mujhe chot lagi hai, par main chal sakti hoon..." "I’m hurt, but I can walk..."

Shivam Thakur

(dryly): "Aap clearly nahi chal sakti. Don’t argue." "You clearly can't walk. Don’t argue."

Inside the hospital, she was taken straight to the treatment room. Arpit followed closely behind, watching Shivam with wary eyes.

Shivam Thakur

"Hairline fracture. Support bandage lagega. Rest for 4-5 weeks." "Hairline fracture. You’ll need support bandage. Rest for 4-5 weeks."

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

"4-5 weeks? Matlab poora ek mahina boring zindagi?" "4-5 weeks? A whole month of boring life?"

Shivam Thakur

(flatly): "Drama ka ilaj mere department mein nahi aata." "I don’t treat drama in my department."

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(grumbling): "Aap toh bade rude hain. Hitler lagte ho." "You’re very rude. Like a Hitler."

Shivam Thakur

(smirking faintly): "Patients mujhe God bhi kehte hain. Hitler naya hai." "Some patients call me God. Hitler’s a new one."

Arpit crossed his arms, feeling the tension rise—not just between Shivam and Mahek, but within himself too.

Shivam Thakur

"Dard ho raha hai?" "Does it hurt?"

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

Thoda... par aapka haath gentle hai." "A little... but your hand is gentle."

Before anything else could be said, Mahek’s phone rang.

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(picking up): "Haan Manav Bhaiya… main hospital mein hoon." "Yes Manav Bhaiya… I’m in the hospital."

Manav Singh Chaudhary

(over phone): "Kya? Tum theek ho? Kahan hai tu?" "What? Are you okay? Where are you?"

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

Accident ho gaya. Pair mein fracture hai. Par don’t worry, ek doctor ne help ki." "I had an accident. My ankle's fractured. But don’t worry, a doctor helped me."

Manav Singh Chaudhary

"Main aa raha hoon abhi ke abhi." "I’m coming right now."

She cut the call and looked up to see Shivam watching her quietly.

Shivam Thakur

"Protective brother?" "Protective brother?"

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(smiling): "Hamesha. Manav Bhaiya thode possessive hain." "Always. Manav Bhaiya’s a little possessive."

Shivam Thakur

(light sarcasm): "Toh mujhe maarne nahi aayenge, right?" "So he won’t kill me, right?"

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

(laughing): "Depende karta hai aap sweet behave karenge ya nahi." "Depends on whether you behave sweetly or not."

For a second, Shivam’s lips twitched—almost a smile. Something in her teasing, her laughter, stirred something in him. Arpit saw it too. And it burned

Arpit Verma

(stiffly): "Doctor, hum discharge process start kar de?" "Doctor, shall we start the discharge process?"

Shivam Thakur

(nodding): "Hmm. Reception mein form bhar lena." "Yes. Fill the forms at the reception."

Mahek Singh Chaudhary

"Thank you, Dr. Hitler!" "Thank you, Dr. Hitler!"

And so, in the heart of Lucknow, fate brought two very different souls face to face—one, logical and guarded. The other, warm and whimsical. Neither knew that from that fracture, something new had started to heal.