Abhishek teased her about her height. Ashnoor clapped back about his lack of dancing skills. He called her "bossy." She called him "a headache." And in that mutual, affectionate annoyance, the internet found its new obsession.

Ashnoor stood up and moved to his side of the window seat, nudging him over so she could squeeze in next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, smelling the faint scent of peppermint soap.

"Everything. We haven't gone on a date in six months. I’m tired of hospital food and gentle talks. I want to argue about a movie. I want you to complain about me stealing your coffee. I want us to be Abhishek and Ashnoor , not 'patient and nurse'."

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