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Light Into My Lonely Life Season 3 -MBBS AND WOMEN'S CRICKET

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Chapter 6 : The Storm Has Just Begun

AIIMS Under Attack – The Motherly Takeover

Ayaan followed behind Isha and Neha like a reluctant soldier marching to war.

Correction—they were the war.

By the time they reached the AIIMS Dean’s Office, hushed whispers had already spread like wildfire.

"Isn’t that Isha Kapoor?"

"Wait… isn’t she related to that new first-year?"

"Why is she here? Oh God, she’s with another woman… they look terrifying."

Ayaan pinched the bridge of his nose. He had fought medical entrance exams, dissected cadavers, and survived exhausting clinical postings. But nothing prepared him for this.

"Mom, Maasi, please don’t make a scene."

Neha raised an eyebrow. "We? Make a scene? Ayaan, sweetheart, we’re just here to—"

"Discuss things," Isha finished, her tone deceptively sweet.

Ayaan muttered under his breath, "This is why Riya and I are the way we are."

They stepped into the Dean’s office. The elderly man sitting behind the desk adjusted his glasses, instantly aware of the storm brewing before him.

"So… you're here because—?" he began hesitantly.

Isha placed a graceful hand on the desk. "Because we want to understand our son’s academic environment."

Neha leaned forward, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "And to make sure no one is stressing him out unnecessarily."

Ayaan bit his tongue. Oh God.

The Dean blinked rapidly. "Uh—Dr. Mehta is doing fine—"

Isha tilted her head. "Really? Because a certain Dr. Siddharth Kapoor seems very interested in mentoring him."

The Dean coughed. "That’s… a good thing?"

Neha narrowed her eyes. "Is it?"

Ayaan held his breath. This poor man. He didn’t sign up for this interrogation.

The Dean looked at Ayaan, silently pleading for help.

Ayaan? He just sighed.

They were never leaving this office.

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Riya’s Secret Weapon – The Unexpected Mentor

Back in her city, Riya stood in front of the school principal’s office, arms crossed.

Her team was assembled.

Her mission was clear.

But she needed one final piece—a coach.

The office door opened, and Coach Rajveer Sharma stepped inside.

Toughest coach in the city?

Strictest rules?

Impossible to impress?

Challenge accepted.

"Miss Sinha," the principal said. "Are you sure about this?"

Riya nodded without hesitation. "One hundred percent."

Coach Rajveer folded his arms, scanning her from head to toe. His reputation preceded him. He wasn’t the kind to waste time on half-hearted efforts.

"Prove it," he said.

Riya’s lips curled into a smirk. "You won’t regret it, Coach."

The principal sighed. "For the record, I tried to stop this."

Rajveer chuckled. "Let’s see if you’re as good as you claim, Sinha."

Game on.

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AIIMS Drama – Dean vs. The Moms

The Dean of AIIMS Delhi wiped his forehead. The room felt a little too warm.

"So… Dr. Kapoor mentoring Ayaan is a problem because…?" he asked cautiously.

Isha’s expression remained calm, but her eyes held a dangerous glint. "Because the last time that man mentored someone, they ended up quitting medicine altogether."

Neha crossed her arms. "We won’t let that happen to our Ayaan."

Ayaan, now thoroughly embarrassed, groaned. "Mom, Maasi, I can handle myself."

Neha turned to him, voice soft but firm. "Beta, you focus on your studies. We’ll focus on everything else."

The Dean gave up. There was no arguing with these women.

"Fine," he sighed. "I’ll… keep an eye on Dr. Kapoor."

Isha beamed. "Wonderful! Thank you so much."

Neha smiled sweetly. "See? No drama at all."

Ayaan sighed. This was just the beginning.

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The Call That Changes Everything

Just as Isha and Neha prepared to continue their interrogation, Isha’s phone buzzed.

Aarav Mehta.