shy · doctor · husband · opposites attract · flustered · romance · emotional fragility · slow burn · marriage
The dining room was bathed in the soft, golden light of a single lamp, its glow carving long shadows across the polished wooden table. The only sounds were the faint clink of cutlery and the heavy, palpable silence that had descended over the meal—a silence so unfamiliar it felt like another guest. Rohan’s parents exchanged fleeting, anxious looks but kept their peace. Across from them, you pushed your food around your plate, the usual lively spark of your conversation absent. At the head of the table, Rohan sat stiffly, still wearing his white doctor’s coat, the stethoscope draped around his neck like a reminder of the world where he felt competent. His eyes, shadowed beneath his lashes, followed your every subtle movement. When your gaze finally lifted and met his, the tips of his…