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“How long do you think it’s been since he’s had sex?”

“At least a year. No sex, no place to vent frustration besides us. Who would bang a guy with that attitude anyway?”

Khushi rolled her eyes, taking another sip of the bitter break room coffee. She was sitting in a group of fellow residents, who were intently discussing the crabbiest, hardest supervisor they had- Dr. Raizada.

He was a tall man, with lean, well toned muscles. His angular jaw nearly always had a light layer of stubble, and he wore clear-rimmed, squared glasses that framed hard caramel eyes.

He would have been attractive, if his forehead hadn’t been perpetually furrowed in anger. His sharp eyes were cold, and never missed a single detail. He had a tongue to match, unleashing it on any poor resident that happened to fall under him.

“I would bang him. He’s hot.”

“I’ve never seen him smile. Instead of dirty things, he’d probably growl criticisms in your ear. Sexy.”

“Mishra. This isn’t gossip circle. Drink the coffee, and get your ass to the patient you were supposed to be with five minutes ago.”

The group of residents hastily split, downing their coffee and scattering as the angry voice of Dr. Raizada rang out from behind them. Khushi put her head down as she fled the room, with NK following closely behind her.

“Listen, Khushi… You want to get dinner tonight?”

Khushi turned to answer NK, a small smile on her face. His eyes were hopeful, and even though she didn’t really feel anything for him, she didn’t want to let him down. Maybe she would develop feelings for him if she spent enough time around him.

But just behind him, Dr. Raizada stood, his arms crossed over his chest and his caramel eyes boring into her through the slim glass.

Khushi felt herself flush deeply, her nerve endings on edge. She whirled quickly around, falling in step with NK and desperately trying to ignore the dark eyes on her back.

She smiled tightly, suddenly feeling deeply uncertain of her decision to accept NK’s dinner proposal. He waited for her response expectantly, dark brown eyes looking into hers as they stood at the doors to the OR.

“Um, yeah, sure. Of course. When?”

They weren’t that far away from the break room where Dr. Raizada could clearly hear her response, and she immediately felt him stiffen. Swallowing thickly, she focused on NK’s bright smile, stepping into the OR and talking animatedly.

But the niggling uneasiness remained in the back of her brain, and she was distinctly aware of a pair of caramel eyes that focused on her through the scrub cap and mask

***

Khushi felt her phone vibrate for the fifth time underneath the table, and she glanced across it to see NK giving her a meaningful glance.

She turned her gaze pointedly to the presenter, attempting to keep her attention focused on the man. She winced upon biting into the soggy sandwich, longing for her mother’s delicious dal chawal.

Over the last couple of weeks, Khushi had found herself face to face with Dr. Raizada much more than she would have liked. He would always call her out on something, whether it was not filling out a form correctly or laughing too loudly.

Her patience was wearing dangerously thin with him, and no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he seemed to find her. Whenever she was in a group of residents, he would zero in on her, despite the fact that everyone else was wasting time as well.

It didn’t help that she was also trying to tame the traitorous warmth that spread through her entire body whenever he was around.

Every time he turned his gaze on her, she would feel the immediate increase in tension, setting her on edge. Her heart would pound in her chest, and the deep recesses of her stomach would erupt in desire.

Her phone vibrated for the sixth time, and she pulled it out, unable to resist the temptation.

Try to look a little less forlorn, jilted lover and more seductive.

She glared at NK, who was smirking at her from across the table. Their friendship had blossomed after their dinner together, where she had explained that she wasn’t interested in him in that way. Instead, the two of them had become close friends, and she had ended up confiding in him one night during their weekly dinners.

Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced down surreptitiously to read it.

NK: Red alert, Voldemort is eyeing you.

Khushi: Who the hell is Voldemort?

NK: He-who-must-not-be-named.

Khushi: No shit, Sherlock.

NK: Aka, supervisor from hell and/or your lover.

Khushi: He is not my lover.

NK: Keep telling yourself that, love 😉

She slipped the phone back into her pocket, reaching down to take another bite of her sandwich. She refocused on the presentation, her eyes slipping occasionally- often- to the man at the helm.

His glasses were perched on his nose, and he scribbled furiously on a yellow notepad with his left hand as the presenter continued to talk. She could see his sculpted profile, and her eyes dropped down to his lips, and she absentmindedly wondered what it would be like to…

He suddenly stiffened, as if he sensed her staring at him. Just as he turned around, her phone loudly began to blare the tones of Caller Tune.

His eyes narrowed, hardening instantly. She winced as the sniggers erupted in the room, the presenter herself trying to contain giggles. She mouthed a sorry to him, hitting the end call button on her phone.

She was about to slip it into her pocket when a large hand snatched it, and she looked up to see caramel eyes simmering with barely repressed anger.

“Carry on with the meeting.”

He whirled around and stalked out of the room, and Khushi followed him silently, her eyes focused intently on the ground in front of her.

Shit.

***

He walked into an empty examining room, shutting the door with a harsh slam behind her.

“I have never seen such irresponsibility from an intern.”

She gritted her teeth, reining in the anger that threatened to overflow at his cutting statement.

“You have been nothing but careless these last couple of weeks. Forgetting to fill out forms-”

“That happened once! And it was because-”

“-Laughing loudly with your little friends at midnight-”

“Good god, Dr. Raizada, I didn’t realize that laughing was a crime now.”

“-and now, texting your boyfriend in a meeting. I have no issue with you dating a colleague, Gupta, but I do have an issue when you act like horny teens who can’t keep it in their pants.”

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think, sir?”

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

“I don’t appreciate you yelling at me for everything I do, sir.”

His voice dropped, his eyes glittering dangerously as he took a step closer to her, towering over her small frame.

“That’s Dr. Raizada to you, Gupta.”

“Have you every thought about the way you treat me? You yelled at me for laughing, for Heaven’s sake.”

“It was midnight and you nearly woke up the patients.”

“Tell me something, Dr. Raizada, when’s the last time you had sex?”

“Excuse me?”

“Have you ever made a woman beg you to take her again?”

“What I do with my free time is none of your damn business, Gupta.”

“Do you even know how to-”

She was silenced by a punishing kiss, his hands pulling loose the knot holding her hair up and raking through it.

His lips were insistent and demanding, nipping and tugging. He bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp in surprise. He took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

He dragged his tongue along her jaw, before sucking lightly on her earlobe. She moaned when he pressed kisses along the column of her throat, grazing the skin with his teeth.

Her moan was his undoing, and he harshly tugged off her scrubs, his hands tracing a path of fire across her open skin.

He cupped the side of her breast before sinking his teeth into the tender skin, earning him a cry of surprise. He continued to bite at her cleavage, soothing the bites by swirling his tongue along the bruises.

He dropped to his knees, tugging her panties down with her bottoms. She could feel his cool breath on her throbbing peak, teasing her.

He gave her a smoldering glance before taking her into his mouth, suckling hard. She sobbed out, her hands sliding into his hand and pulling his head further into her.

She could feel him smirk against her, but her retort was swallowed by her sob when his tongue delved deep into her, barely brushing against her sensitive nub.

He lifted his head, standing up and backing her against the wall. He kicked his boxers off and lifting her legs around his waist.

He thrust into her with a smooth stroke, and she buried her face into his shoulders. He pounded into her, cupping her ass and squeezing lightly.

She moaned with every thrust, gasping when his rough thumb brushed against the aching tips of her breasts. His lips sucked it between his teeth, his tongue stroking against the peak.

He gave her a long, deep thrust and she clenched around him, throwing her head back as he pulsed within her. Their heaving bodies sank against each other, the weight of his body holding her trembling figure up.

“We should get back to the meeting, Gupta.”

She nodded, pulling on her scrubs and slipping back into the meeting. As he settled into his place, he turned back to look at her, his normally cold eyes warm.

He gave her a slight, lopsided smile, before turning back to face the presenter.

***

“Who do you think it is?”

“Who?”

“Dr. Raizada is engaged. Didn’t you hear?”

“Engaged?! Who would marry him?”

“Come on, he’s been much more relaxed lately. Or as relaxed as Dr. Raizada gets.”

“He won’t reveal who she is.”

“Lucky girl. He’s guaranteed a promotion, and he’s hot. Even if he is a little grumpy.”

Khushi smiled slightly as she overheard the conversation in the break room, sipping her coffee with a secretive smile.

“Gupta! Get your ass out here.”

She turned to see Dr. Raizada in the doorway, a glint behind his cool eyes. She nodded, leaning forward to place her mug in the sink.

The thin, silvery chain slipped out from underneath her bright blue scrubs, a sparkling solitaire ring dangling out.

She smiled softly, fingering the chain before slipping it back underneath her scrubs. She walked out to meet Dr. Raizada, grinning as soon as her back was to the gossiping group of interns.

He tugged her into an empty examining room, pressing her against the door.

“You think they know?”

He kissed her deeply, before pulling back to see her eyes clouded over with familiar desire.

“I’m sure we can… Entertain ourselves until they do.”

Grinning, Khushi tugged him down to meet her lips again, easily entertaining herself while the gossip circle mused outside.

***

Note: For Baby. My apologies if I got the logistics wrong, I rely on Grey’s Anatomy, ya?