Roohi Kapoor has a problem. Scratch that—she has two problems. First, she’s hopelessly in love with her best friend, Vihan Singh Rathore, who just happens to be the most frustrating playboy in all of Delhi. He flirts with anything that moves in the skirt—except her. Second, her entire family—overprotective brothers, cousins, and all—won’t stop parading eligible bachelors in front of her. As an MD, her family thinks it's time for her to get married and “settle down.” But how can she think about anyone else when her heart is stuck on Mr. Heartbreaker himself? Enter Ron Kapoor, Roohi’s elder brother and legendary love guru. He could easily make a career of solving other people’s romantic disasters, but helping his little sister get together with a notorious playboy? Even he knows this is a recipe for disaster. Especially, when Ron’s strict rules mean Roohi must follow his plan down to the letter… and his plan involves turning the tables on Vihan's flirtatious ways. Can Roohi break free from the friend zone and finally make Vihan see her as more than just his best friend? Or will she end up heartbroken while her brothers plan her next “perfect” match? One thing’s for sure—things are about to get hilariously complicated.
View MoreRoohi's POV The wedding day finally arrived, and the excitement in the air was infectious. The house buzzed with activity, a kaleidoscope of colors, laughter, and chaos as everyone prepared for the big event. I stood before the mirror in my room, my heart pounding as I added the final touches to my look.The lehanga I had selected for the wedding was very pretty with the help of Mahi and Myra Bhabhi. I loved the moment I saw it when Myra Bhabhi showed it to me. It was in shades of midnight blue and silver, a perfect blend of elegance and opulence. The skirt, made of flowing silk, shimmered under the lights with intricate silver zari embroidery depicting floral and vine patterns. Tiny sequins and beads were scattered throughout, giving it the appearance of a starlit night. I was feeling very good. The blouse was delicately embroidered with silver thread and featured a sweetheart neckline, subtly adorned with pearl and crystal detailing. The sleeves were sheer, made of a soft net, wit
Roohi's POV The wedding festivities at Gauravi’s house had been nothing short of a whirlwind, and I loved every moment of it. But what stood out most wasn’t the colorful chaos—it was Vihan’s constant, overbearing presence. One moment, he’d hover near me, fussing over the tiniest things, and the next, he’d be sulking, glaring at any guy who dared come within five feet of me.And honestly? I was having the time of my life watching him squirm.As the wedding drew closer, Vihan stayed by my side. He insisted on driving me to the market and even picked out clothes and jewelry for me, much to Gauravi's annoyance.“You’re really overdoing it,” I teased as we left the store.“Better safe than sorry,” he replied with a grin.Why can't he accept that he has feelings for me? The Haldi ceremony was vibrant, filled with laughter and teasing. Gauravi, glowing in her yellow outfit, sat gracefully as turmeric was applied to her cheeks. She kept sneaking shy glances at Shlok, who had somehow managed
Roohi's POVAfter dinner, Gauravi dragged everyone for another round of dance practice.“Alright, couples! Pair up!” Gauravi clapped her hands, beaming with excitement.Kabir immediately took my hand. “Let’s go, partner!”Vihan’s jaw clenched. “Actually, I think Roohi should dance with me. Kabir can pair up with Sri?” he pulled my hand out of Kabir's. “Since when do you care about dancing?” Gauravi teased.“Since it is your wedding, I think, I should be dancing,” he said, locking eyes with me for a second too long before looking away. Gauravi burst out laughing. “Vihan, just admit it—you can’t stand Roohi dancing with anyone but you.”I expected Vihan to deny it, but instead, he grinned. “Maybe I just want to save everyone from her stepping on their toes.”“Oh, you’re dead!” I charged at him, laughing as he dodged away laughing. Kabir called after me, “Roohi, your partner is waiting!”I turned back, only to see Vihan standing right in front of me, blocking my way. “You’re dancing
Roohi's POV The next morning, the house was buzzing with activity. Everyone was busy with wedding preparations, and I was in the living room with Gauravi, Kabir, and Siddh, finalizing the group performances. Vihan had yet to join us, so I gave him a call to wake him up.When he finally arrived, he looked very tired as if he didn't sleep for the whole night. I was feeling bad for him, but could not disobey my brother as he was my only hope to get my Vihan in my life. " Hey, Good morning!" "Good morning!" he said with a smile. Rahul uncle and Rohit uncle were busy delegating tasks to everyone and the brunch was served and aunty told everyone to have brunch first. We were still having it when my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.Shit!! “You are looking beautiful today. The dress suits you perfectly.”My stomach dropped. I glanced around nervously, but Vihan noticed my unease.“What’s wrong?” he asked.“Nothing,” I lied, locking my phone.“Roohi,” he said, his ton
Roohi's POV After about 15 minutes, I noticed Siddh and Kabir whispering and exchanging amused glances, their eyes darting between Vihan and me. Something was definitely up.Across the room, Siddh was watching me, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.That was weird. I had never seen him smile like that. Siddh wasn’t usually this playful around me. In fact, that smile looked completely out of character.What's wrong with him? It seemed Vihan and Siddh had swapped personalities. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him, signaling with my hands, What’s with that grin? He simply shook his head and subtly glanced at Vihan.Curious, I followed his gaze. Vihan’s expression had hardened. His eyes darkened every time Siddh or Kabir so much as looked my way. His knuckles whitened around his glass, and he looked like he was ready to murder someone.Oh.Interesting.“Roohi!” Kabir called, waving me over. “Come here. We need your opinion.”I stood, making sure to toss my hair over my shoulder as
Roohi’s POV An hour ago...The night buzzed with excitement. The elders had long since gone to bed, leaving the youngsters to claim the living room for a long wild, sleepless night. Mattresses were laid out, clean sheets and blankets spread, pillows tossed around haphazardly, and snacks were piled in every corner. There was an air of mischief, anticipation, and unrestrained joy—a night of endless possibilities.Vihan sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a distant expression. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze lingered longer than necessary on me before darting away.Oh God! What’s with him tonight? Ever since that admirer started sending me anonymous messages, Vihan had become extra cautious—bordering on possessive. Not that he would ever admit it, of course.I rolled my eyes, pretended to ignore him, and settled between Tami and Sri. Gauravi, as expected, was glued to her phone, probably talking to Shlok, she was glowing.I turned to see Tami
Vihan's POV The Night at Jindal Mansion Gauravi’s cousins had taken over the living room, transforming it into a cozy party zone with mattresses spread out, clean sheets tucked in, blankets tossed around, and pillows piled in every corner. Snacks were everywhere—chips, cookies, cold drinks—all ready for a long, sleepless night.The night buzzed with excitement, the air charged with the kind of energy that only comes from wedding celebrations.Everyone was enjoying it except for me as I was annoyed as hell because of those two guys, Siddh and Kabir. Thank god that Parshav had not come yet. I glanced around, taking in the scene. Gauravi’s wedding was just a few days away, and tonight was the perfect chance for all of us to let loose. But I could not relax... The stalker was roaming around. I had a feeling that he was someone I know well... Has to be someone we know. But who?Could that stalker be Kabir? He must have seen Roohi at Mihir's wedding as well. Oh my God!! I had to scr
Roohi's POV “Vihan, there’s no one here—” I said getting annoyed as I was in the middle of something. “Roohi, I don’t like you spending so much time with Kabir and Siddh,” he blurted out.Really? Why? I blinked, surprised. “Excuse me?” I wanted him to say that again. “They’re always around you, laughing with you, talking to you, dancing with you—”" So what is the problem with that?" I was desperate for him to say that he was getting jealous. " I just don't feel comfortable... " He said looking away. Say it, Idiot!!! “Oh my God, you’re sounding as if, you are jealous that I am making new friends. Don't worry, you are my best friend. They are just Gauravi's cousins for me.” I smiled at him.“I’m not jealous!” he shook his and said as if he was trying to convince himself, not me. “Yes, I know, but it looks as if you are!” I replied He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I’m just… concerned. I don’t trust them.”“Concerned? Vihan, they’re Gauravi’s cousins! We know
Roohi's POV When I reached there I was surprised to see him waiting at the main gate. " Why did you come alone? I told you to come with_" " Are you crazy? What would have I told them as to why I needed a lift when I drove there in my own car? You can't expect me to tell him that someone was sending me gifts and you were getting paranoid. " Roohi, it is something to be paranoid about; this is serious; we need to tell your family about this." He said. " Are you out of your mind? This is harmless; must be some admirer, or at the most, it is some kind of a prank. If we tell my family about these, all of them will panic and you know how they will follow me everywhere." " That's exactly what we all need to do... The man is clicking your pictures, sending you gifts and dresses along with those messages." " Don't you dare utter a word to anyone? I swear, I will kill you. This is nothing. Don't get obsessed with the man." I said. " I need to be obsessed with him as he is obsessed wit
Roohi's POVThe shimmering lights of the Shah mansion were a dazzling backdrop to (Sangeet) one of the pre-wedding ceremonies of my friend, Mihir Shah. He looked undeniably handsome, dressed as a groom, his face radiating happiness as he prepared to marry the love of his life, Gaurvi. The air was thick with excitement, laughter, and the delicate scent of roses. The rhythmic beats of traditional drums filled the night, creating an atmosphere of pure joy.But my mind was far from the celebrations.As I stood there, my eyes drifted away from the dancing guests and vibrant colors, seeking out the one person I couldn’t help but look for... Vihan Singh Rathore. The man who had unknowingly held my heart captive for years. There he was, as magnetic as ever, leaning casually against the bar, his tuxedo tailored to perfection. His hair was tousled in that maddening way, like he’d just run his hand through it—a gesture that, despite myself, made my heart race every time.He flashed that danger...
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