Roohi's POV “Why are you doing this to yourself?” Gauravi demanded. “Doing what?” I asked defensively.“Letting him stomp all over your heart with his stupid, oblivious charm!”"What are you talking about, I am not!" Gauravi cornered me, “I know you have a crush on him. He doesn't feel the same way. Why do you do this to yourself, Roohi?” she asked, her voice a mix of exasperation and concern. I didn’t have an answer. How could I explain that loving him wasn’t something I chose? It was as natural to me as breathing, as vital as my heartbeat. Even when it hurt. Even when it broke me. It was simply a part of who I was." For God's sake, say something. " She shook me. “What am I supposed to do?” I snapped. “I can’t help liking him, no matter how hard I try.”Gauravi sighed. “Well, then you need to either tell him how you feel or get over him. This pining thing? It’s not cute anymore. You deserve better than being a silent spectator in his life.”But I couldn’t tell him. Because wha
Roohi's POV Next week, One of the seniors threw a party to celebrate finishing finals, and Vihan insisted we all go.“Come on, Roohi. Live a little,” he said, dragging me away from my textbooks.The party was loud and chaotic, and Vihan immediately disappeared into the crowd. I found Mihir, who was having a mojito and rolling his eyes.“Let me guess—he’s flirting with someone,” Mihir said, nodding toward Vihan, who was chatting with a girl in a red dress.I tried to act indifferent. “He’s just being friendly.”“Friendly? He’s practically reciting poetry to her,” Mihir deadpanned.I watched as Vihan leaned closer to the girl, laughing at something she said. My stomach churned, but I forced a smile.“You okay?” Mihir asked, his voice softer.“Yeah,” I lied.When Vihan finally returned, I pretended I hadn’t noticed his absence.“Having fun?” he asked, handing me a drink.“Loads,” I said sarcastically.“Good,” he said, tracing a quick circle on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want my favorite g
Roohi's POV Now and then, his protectiveness over me flared up, blurring the lines between friendship and something more—or so I let myself believe. There was a boy in our anatomy class—Aaditya. He wasn’t particularly half as charming or handsome as Vihan, but he had a crush on me, which was apparently a crime in Vihan’s eyes. But I could empathize with him as I was in the same situation. Aaditya liked me but I liked ... Loved Vihan. One day Aditya asked me if I would like to be his lab partner, I didn't want to break his heart but I wanted to have Vihan, or at least Mihir or Gauravi as my partner. I just said that I would like to be partners with one of my 3 friends. He nodded with a faint smile and went away. I was feeling very guilty as I knew how he must have felt. But I was a slave of my heart too. " What was he asking you?" Vihan asked. “Aditya asked me to be his lab partner,” I told Vihan.“What? No! Absolutely not,” he declared immediately. “Why not?”“Because he’s a cre
Roohi's POV Valentine’s Day in medical college was chaotic. The campus buzzed with couples exchanging gifts and shy students mustering the courage to confess their feelings.I had no expectations from Vihan—after all, Vihan never saw me that way. I braced myself for another year of watching Vihan charm every girl in sight.And I also knew if that guy in our batch gave me something today, Vihan would get to know, and he would get annoyed with that guy. I was scared that he would punch the poor guy, but I was surprised that no one approached me; I was relaxed as well as upset. Though a few guys kept ogling at me, no one approached me, while Gauravi got gifts and flowers. But then a small box appeared on my desk miraculously. My heart raced as I opened it, finding a single rose and a note: To the sweetest and the prettiest girl I know. Happy Valentine’s Day.Oh my God!! It was Vihan's handwriting. For a moment, I dared to hope that he...Just then Vihan leaned over with a casual grin.
Roohi's POV Present time. Next morning. Mihir's wedding day. The sunlight poured gently through the sheer curtains, illuminating the little corner of my room where I sat with my knees hugged to my chest, making me realize that I had spent the whole night thinking about him. It was one morning when I had no time to breathe, but instead of getting ready, I was thinking about him as my heart was in turmoil. I sat up in bed, running a hand through my hair as the weight of these memories settled over me. Each memory was a thread in the tapestry of my love for him.But what did it matter? To Vihan, I would always be Roohi, his best friend, and nothing more.Still, a part of me wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet.But then I recalled a time that was particularly very tough on me; I was trying my level best to keep myself from breaking. Flashback...It was one of those rare evenings when we all managed to escape the chaos of medical rotations and just be ourselves. Vihan, Mihir, Gaurvi, an
Roohi's POV The Next DayFlashback...The library was bathed in golden light from the setting sun, casting warm shadows on the wooden tables where we sat. The textbooks were open but largely ignored, the soft rustle of pages and distant whispers the only sounds. Vihan, as always, was effortlessly charming, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin. Mihir and Gaurvi whispered to each other nearby, leaving me alone with my thoughts.“Vihan,” I called, hoping to snap him out of his latest distraction. “You’re not paying attention again.”He looked up, flashing that devastating smile. “Just texting. Nothing major.”“Another date?” I teased, forcing my voice to sound light.He shrugged, the grin widening. “You know me. Can’t help it if I’m popular.”And that was the problem—I did know him. Every little detail, every quirk. And still, I wasn’t the one he saw. And yet, I played my role perfectly.I tried to laugh, but it came out hollow. How could he not see it? I wasn’t just his friend
Roohi's POV Our friendship was the most important thing in my life, and confessing my feelings could destroy it. Vihan was the center of my world, and I couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.So I stayed silent, caught between my desire for more and my fear of losing everything.******The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. I woke up with a quiet resolve, determined to be strong and to stop letting Vihan’s love life dictate my own. It was time to stop pretending I wasn’t a mess inside. I was going to move on, or at least try. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself—waiting for something that would never come.But as I walked into the hospital, my heart betrayed me.There he was.Vihan.Standing by the coffee machine like it was an ordinary day, looking like a damn dream. His dark hair was tousled in that effortlessly perfect way, and his shirt—just slightly wrinkled—somehow made him look even more handsome. And that smile. That grin was
Roohi's POV By the time my shift ended, I was exhausted, but not from the work. The weight of everything had drained me. I just wanted to go home, to collapse into my bed, to forget about the pain for a little while. But when I walked through the door, my phone buzzed.A message from Vihan.*' Hey, Roohi. Are you free tonight? Thought we could grab dinner, just the two of us'My heart skipped, then dropped. Just the two of us?I stared at the screen, feeling my breath catch in my throat. For a fleeting moment, I let myself hope. Maybe this was it. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe he finally saw me, finally realized that I was the one he wanted.But then reality hit, cold and sharp. This wasn’t some grand romantic gesture. His date probably stood him up, and now he was offering me the leftovers. This was just Vihan being Vihan—casual, friendly, and completely unaware of the storm he was causing inside me.I should have said no. I should have told him I wasn’t interested in bein
Vihan's POV I took the package inside, my heart pounding.Once I was alone, I tore the wrapping open. Inside was a white dress and an envelope.I opened it, pulling out the card.The words inside made my blood run cold.“I want to see you... Let's meet. I know there is no one special in life, so I want to be that person in your life. Wear this dress for me and, click a picture, put that up as your social media profile. I will come and meet you."I crushed the card in my fist, rage bubbling inside me.This wasn’t just admiration. This was a warning.Someone was watching Roohi. Someone who thought he had a claim on her.And I wasn’t going to let it go.Returning to the delivery man, I shoved the crumpled card into his hands.I asked the guard to look for any kind of identity card, he found his Adhar card and driving licence I told him to take it and took his phone number I told him to report to me as soon as he got any such package again.He nodded quickly, clearly terrified. “I’ll l
Vihan's POV Next morning It was early morning, and since I was too determined to catch that delivery man or stalker, I got ready and reached the hospital by half past Six. Once again, I hid myself and had a backup ready to catch any delivery man or stalker. In about 30 minutes, I saw someone approaching the department. He didn’t carry the tell-tale uniform of a delivery man or a florist. Everything about him screamed he was up to something wrong, he looked suspicious as he wasn’t walking like everyone else. He was sneaking — eyes darting nervously, his shoulders stiff, like he was carrying the weight of guilt.The man seemed to be in his late twenties, dressed casually in jeans and a dark blue hoodie that hung loose over faded jeans and a cap pulled low to shield his face. But it wasn’t enough. His movements gave him away. His gaze darted down one hallway, then another like he was searching for something — or someone. His left hand twitched at his side, and his right was grippin
Vihan's POV I grabbed a plate and started loading it with food, hoping it would distract me from the ridiculousness of the situation. But then, as if the universe wanted to test my patience further as if the situation wasn’t bad enough, Siddh picked up a piece of kebabs and offered it to her. “Roohi,” Parshav said, leaning closer than necessary, “You have to try this. It’s divine, the best on the menu.”And she took it? Did she actually let him feed her? Why?? Was that the last kebab in the party?? I stared, my grip tightening on the spoon I was holding. Did I accidentally walk into a historical drama where men fed women kebabs as a declaration of affection? Because this wasn’t normal.Siddh wasn’t far behind. “Try this stuffed naan, it’s perfect with the dal.” Here, let me get you some.”He reached over to her plate like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I swear I saw red.“Oh, how thoughtful,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe you should feed her too. Yo
Vihan's POV“Roohi, you must let me show you around Bikaner sometime,” he said with a dazzling smile. “The palaces, the traditions—it’s a world of its own.”“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Roohi replied, her eyes lighting up.Wonderful? Really? What’s wonderful about being paraded through the old forts? And if she really thinks that's wonderful, I have those too, probably better ones, they are not even dusty as some of them are converted in hotels, the rest are preserved. I will take her around each and every palace and fort my family owns. “Roohi,” Parshav said, leaning in with all the princely charm he could muster, “you really must visit Bikaner. We host the most exclusive polo matches, and the royal gallery has some rare artifacts that I think you’d love.”“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Roohi said, her face lighting up.Amazing? I almost choked on my drink. What’s so amazing about horses running around? If it was just about showing off wealth, I had more cars in my garage than he had h
Vihan's POVEveryone was dancing, even Mihir was dancing with Tami now, for a man who claimed that he had nothing to do with his wife, was glaring at every man who looked her way or dared to dance with her. Even I got those glares; well, I was only trying to see if he felt anything for her or not. And I also wanted to distract myself as otherwise I was going mad, watching Roohi dancing with Siddh and Parshav, so I did what always came naturally to me, flirting. By the time the dance was over, and I came back, Ron had asked Tami to dance with him while Mahi asked Mihir. I saw Roohi looking at them and smiling when Ron finally swapped the partners. I went to ask her to dance but she said that she was tired and hungry. I felt disappointed but thought that we could dance after having something for a snack or dinner. But just then that... Man came and asked her to dance with her once again. Again?? Why? I had not even danced once with her, I was not going to get her away from me. But I
Roohi's POV "Hey!" Vihan’s voice brought me back. "What are you thinking? Come on, let’s dance."I scrambled for an excuse. "Er… I’m a bit tired. And hungry."His brows furrowed slightly. "You’re hungry? Let’s go grab some snacks or food then."Before I could respond, another voice cut in."Dr. Kapoor, may I have the pleasure of another dance with you?"I turned to see Dr. Parshav standing before me, his hand extended and a charming smile on his face. He’d joined the hospital recently, and while he was kind and courteous, I knew this wasn’t just a casual invitation if he dared to ask me to dance again later in my brother's presence. "No," Vihan said sharply, stepping closer to me.Parshav’s smile didn’t waver. "I wasn’t asking you. Unless, of course, you’re also Dr. Kapoor?""No," Vihan retorted. "But she’s tired."Parshav chuckled. "Ah, nothing to worry about. Roohi, if you’re too tired to dance, you can step on my feet, and I’ll do all the work. Besides, I insist. As a new member
Roohi's POV. The music started flowing for the couples to dance. The older generation got aside, talking in their groups while Raj bhai and Myra bhabhi were busy in their world as usual, and Ron bhai and Mahi were talking with Tami, Siddh, Sri, and Parshav. I was thinking of joining them when Ron bhai asked Mahi for a dance and they both went to dance Raj Bhai and Myra Bhabhi followed them. I loved to see how good they all looked, being in love and lost in each other. I saw Mihir's Mom signalling him to dance but he was in no mood to dance. Just then Sri came to Mihir and asked him to take Tami for a dance. " I am a bit tired. Maybe later on. " He said to avoid dancing with her. " In that case, do you mind if I dance with her? " Parshav asked all of a sudden stretching his hand in front of her.Mihir was shocked. What a fantastic idea!! I really like this man. Tami shook her head. Oh no! I wanted to see how Mihir would react. But the very next moment... Megha Aunty placed Ta
Roohi's POV The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure a lot. The deep back of the dress was revealing her smooth skin framed by the shimmering lace. She was looking very pretty making Mihir look tense all of a sudden. " Oh, wow!!! That dress is amazing!! She looks Sexy!! " Vihan said with a low whistle. Idiot!!! He could not stop flirting with her. Thank god Tami was married to Mihir now or Vihan would have flirted with her. " What nonsense! I think the dress is just too much for this occasion. " Mihir said. " Maybe, but if she is looking so good, it doesn't matter. " Vihan said. Mihir shook his head and went a bit closer to Tami as Parshav was still flirting with her. "Vihan, how can you flirt with Tami, she is Mihir's wife. " I glared at him. "And I was reminding him of it subtly. Did you see how was he glaring at me? He doesn't want her as his wife but he glares at every man who looks at her. See, he has gone to claim her. " He said. I was
Vihan's POV. I was in the hospital when Mihir called up, " Hey! What's up?" "Mom and Dad are throwing a party for Tami as she topped in her college as well as university. " " Wow! That's great!!" " Yeah, whatever... so come over in the evening. Is Roohi with you? " "No, she is in the OPD at the moment, but I will give your message to her. " I replied. " As it is, Kapoors are invited by Dad. They wanted to invite all their friends, but I told them that I was not comfortable with the Malhotra family at the moment, so only Jindal and Kapoor's families were invited. I will wait for both of you, please don't be late. I will not be able to tolerate all that drama alone." He said. " We will be there on time. " I assured him. ********* When Roohi was free, I told her about Tami's results and Mihir's invitation. She looked very excited and asked me to help them get closer. " Whatever happened has already happened; we can't change it, so we must help Mihir see that Tami is a beautifu