Welcome to Old School Romance. The story began last year in 2023 (March 1st) and I unfortunately couldn't complete it. Now though, Agastya and Daksha are going to get a fresh start and the journey will continue until it has come to a satisfactory end.
For those of you who'd read the previous few chapters, please take a fresh approach since it's being written from scratch all over again.
Please be advised there are going to be some mature themes, discussions and mentions since a huge part of it is going to be related to hospital life of the doctors.
I do not claim the medicine related indica to be specific, precise and accurate. It is used for fictional purposes and has no real life practice advisory to it. DO NOT RELATE IT TO REALITY. ANY KIND OF MEDICAL MALPRACTICE OR NEGLIGENCE WILL BE PUNISHED UNDER SECTION 304A OF INDIAN PENAL CODE.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are fictional. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead is completely coincidental.
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Genre: Romance with a hint of Slice of life.
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✿CHARACTERS✿
Dr.Agastya Singh Rathod
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Handsome, charming, and effortlessly poised, Agastya Singh Rathod carries an air of quiet confidence that draws people in without him even trying. His features are sharp yet gentle, reflecting both his composed nature and the warmth he keeps carefully guarded. As a PG resident senior doctor, he is respected for his intelligence, dedication, and steady hands in high-pressure situations.
Despite his outward calm, Agastya has a deeply affectionate and sweet side, though he isn't the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He expresses his care in subtle ways—a lingering glance, a quiet gesture, a rare but genuine smile. His presence is reassuring, making people feel safe and at ease around him.
As the eldest son of his family, he grew up feeling somewhat neglected, carrying unspoken burdens while learning to navigate life without seeking validation. Though he has made peace with his past, a quiet loneliness still lingers within him. Over the years, he has molded himself into someone who is kind, mature, and understanding—the type of person others can rely on.
Yet, beneath his composed exterior, he yearns for something deeply personal—a love that is exclusively his. He wants someone who will see beyond his calm demeanor and understand the unspoken emotions he carries. He longs for a presence that is warm, devoted, and unwavering, someone who will make him feel cherished in a way he never has before. Though he may not be openly expressive, when Agastya loves, he does so with quiet intensity, proving time and again that his heart, once given, is forever loyal.
Dr. Daksha Singh (Rathod)
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Graceful, poised, and undeniably beautiful, Daksha Singh carries an understated charm that makes her effortlessly captivating. She does not seek attention, yet her delicate features and quiet elegance naturally draw people in. Her beauty isn’t loud or demanding—it’s soft, refined, and deeply rooted in her composed demeanor.
A dedicated medical intern, Daksha has worked hard to reach this point in her career. The journey hasn’t been easy—she faced struggles and setbacks in the beginning, but through perseverance and quiet determination, she is now finally stepping into a phase of stability. Her siblings are her greatest source of warmth, and she shares a strong, affectionate bond with them. However, when it comes to her parents, she remains emotionally distant. Not out of resentment, but simply because she has never been openly expressive with them. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, yet she prefers to keep her emotions guarded, choosing peace over unnecessary emotional conflicts.
Few people know that beneath her reserved nature, Daksha carries a hidden talent—she is a remarkably gifted singer. Her voice, soft yet deeply emotive, mirrors her personality—gentle but powerful in its own way. However, she has never sought the spotlight, keeping this talent a secret known only to those closest to her.
Though she often appears calm and self-sufficient, her mind is always brimming with thoughts—about her future, her responsibilities, and, more recently, her yearning for companionship. She has always envisioned life in practical steps, and now that she has secured some financial stability, the next milestone she wishes to cross is marriage. She doesn’t dream of a storybook romance, nor does she hold unrealistic expectations, but deep down, she hopes to find a partner who truly understands her—someone who will stand by her side, support her ambitions, and help her achieve her goal of easing her family’s burdens.
Though she never says it aloud, a quiet part of her longs for a love that is steady, kind, and deeply fulfilling. She may not be the type to chase grand romantic gestures, but if the right person comes along, she will love with the same quiet intensity that defines everything she does.
PROLOGUE
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Love was a paradox, a little frightening yet irresistible, tender yet merciless. It was the warmth of whispered promises and the chill of unspoken fears, a force that pulled one in despite the certainty of its turbulence. Pain and pleasure were not just coexisting forces but bound companions, inseparable even when one overshadowed the other for a lifetime.
Agastya understood contrasts better than most. As a doctor, he had spent years mastering the art of stillness, of watching and waiting, of catching the smallest shifts—a flicker of discomfort in a patient’s expression, the tremor of a pulse beneath his fingertips, the silent distress of a body before it failed. Yet for all his precision, his gaze had never faltered, never lingered, never softened for anyone. Until Daksha.
The woman who had spent her life avoiding attention now found herself unconsciously drawn to it or rather, to him. She never sought the spotlight, but she couldn't resist the way her heart quickened under his unwavering stare. It was absurd, the way something so simple, so silent, could make her feel seen in ways she never had before. And so, without ever acknowledging it, she began to linger, not obviously, not boldly, but just enough. Enough to catch the whisper of his breath when they passed each other in the hospital corridors. Enough to brush against his fingers when exchanging case files. Enough to feel the giddiness bloom in her chest when his attention which was so rare, so deliberate it belonged solely to her.
In the relentless rhythm of their profession, where time was counted in heartbeats lost and saved, their moments together were fleeting but sacred. A passing glance across the ward, a shared coffee in the dead of night, the sound of their voices lowering as exhaustion made them forget the world beyond their tiny, stolen spaces. Their hands were trained to mend shattered bodies and steady failing hearts they found solace in each other, slipping into a grasp that spoke of something deeper than any remedy.
And in the quiet chaos of their love, they found their own ways of expression. Agastya, ever the silent poet, left traces of his affection in the margins of patient files, in hastily scribbled notes tucked between their daily checklists, in the way he always remembered to set aside her favorite biscuits with their tea. Daksha, with her soul tuned to melodies, wove his unspoken words into song, humming absentmindedly through the dim corridors, as if carrying his confessions for him when he could not.
They didn’t need grand declarations. Their love was built in the spaces between a pulse beneath the skin, a sigh in the quiet, a promise written in fingertips that always, always found their way back to each other.
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