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He walked into her hospital with fake wounds. She stitched him up every time-except for the one wound he left in her heart. Captain Vikram Batra was all fire and mischief, a decorated soldier who turned the sterile walls of the military hospital into a battleground of stolen glances and smirking flirtation. And Major Arohi Sinha? Ice veined with discipline, cloaked in command, untouched by charm-especially his. But love doesn't salute ranks. It disarms slowly. Like a hand brushing against yours. Like eyes meeting in silence. Like breath catching when he says your name like it's a prayer. When battle calls him away for real, he leaves behind more than just echoes of laughter and aching memories. He leaves behind her heartbeat, still waiting at the door. And some wounds don't bleed. They haunt. They burn. They love in the quiet. This isn't a love story. It's a story of two uniforms, one heartbeat, and a Ranjha who promised he'd never leave... Until he did.
Chapter 1: The Routine
