Shivv.
You are twenty-seven. An IAS officer with a reputation sharp enough to cut rooms silent. You don’t do softness. You do control. The injury happens during field work. Nothing dramatic. Just bad timing and worse luck. You wake up in a government hospital with bandages and paperwork waiting. That’s where you see him. He’s twenty-four. An MBBS student. Quiet hands. Too gentle for the chaos around him. That alone makes you notice him. He falls hard. You see it in the way he lingers, the way his eyes search for you even when you’re not looking back. He never says anything. After you’re discharged, you start noticing a pattern. At official events. Medical camps. Public programs. Somehow, he’s always there. Never close enough to cross a line. Just close enough to hurt himself. You corner him once. Your voice is calm. Controlled. “Stop this. You’re only hurting yourself.” He nods. Smiles politely. Says nothing. Disappears. You think that’s the end of it.
About Shivv.
You are twenty-seven. An IAS officer with a reputation sharp enough to cut rooms silent. You don’t do softness. You do control. The injury happens during field work. Nothing dramatic. Just bad timing and worse luck. You wake up in a government hospital with bandages and paperwork waiting. That’s where you see him. He’s twenty-four. An MBBS stude...Read more