Roohi's POV I walked aimlessly, the bustling streets of Delhi a blur around me. People laughed, couples held hands, and the world moved on without a care while I felt like I was sinking. I should’ve gone home. I should’ve called Mihir or Ron, or maybe even just screamed into a pillow. But instead, I kept walking, the ache in my chest growing heavier with each step.How many times have I let him do this to me?How many times had I stood on the sidelines, quietly cheering him on, being his safe place, his constant, while he gave his heart to everyone else? How many times have I convinced myself that it was enough, that I could be content with just being his friend?But it wasn’t enough. It never had been.I thought back to the look on his face when he’d told me about his date—how his eyes lit up, how his voice carried that excitement I’d always longed for him to have for me. And then tonight, how easily he’d left, how simple it had been for him to walk out the door without a second tho
Roohi's POV I got ready, and just then, there was a knock on the door; I opened the door to see my mom standing there. "Good morning, Mom," I said and she smiled. "It's good that you are ready, come out and have breakfast with us. Mahi has also come as Mahi forgot to pack something that she needed for the wedding." By the way, what do you think about the guy Sujoy bhai introduced to you?" Mom asked. " Mom, please not right now!! I am too busy to discuss this at this moment. We will see later on. " I said. " Fine, but you can't get away with it; you're not a child now and not getting younger. You need to settle down. " " Mom, please!! " I said and went out to join others. *****We were sitting together having breakfast when Myra Bhabhi’s voice broke through my thoughts."Roohi, it's your best friend's wedding! You should really look a little different today. It's high time you pay some attention to yourself, maybe give yourself a little makeover. This is the perfect opportunity
Roohi's POV Bhai stopped the car, and we arrived at one of the most exclusive spas and salons in town, owned by Myra Bhabhi and her mom.As I walked in, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation. This was it. Today, I would get my makeover and maybe, just maybe, feel like I was worth noticing for the first time in a long while.My heart raced with excitement as I stepped into the sleek, opulent spa that Myra Bhabhi owned. The fragrant scent of essential oils and soft ambient music greeted me as soon as I walked in. It was nothing short of the most luxurious place I had ever been in. Myra Bhabhi had always been the picture of beauty, grace, and elegance, effortlessly charming everyone around her. I had always admired her, but today, I couldn’t help but envy her confidence and poise.The decision to finally go ahead with the makeover had been a difficult one, but I had made up my mind. I needed this—not just to look better for Gauravi's wedding, but for me. And perhaps, just may
Roohi's POV Once my hair was done, I could see the subtle transformation taking place. I looked like a different version of myself—refined, polished, elegant. The idea of wearing something completely new was starting to make sense. Bhabhi was right—this wasn’t just about the physical appearance, it was about how it made me feel.After the hair and skin care treatment, bhabhi led me to a luxurious velvet couch where a team of assistants had laid out several dresses sent by Mohit Mamu. The dresses were exquisite, each one more beautiful than the last. My heart fluttered with excitement. Mohit Paul’s creations have always been legendary, and I have always been a big fan of his designs. My wardrobe was full of his designs. Myra Bhabhi pointed to one dress and said, "I think this is the one, Roohi. It's elegant, but it has that sensuous appeal that will make you stand out."I looked at the dress she had chosen—a breathtaking lehenga with intricate gold embroidery. The fabric was soft and
Vihan's POV Something was wrong. Roohi wasn’t just busy—she was pulling away, and I didn’t know why.But one thing was certain: I didn't want her to be angry with me. She was one of my best friends. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Focus, Vihan. You’ve got a baraat to prepare for. I told Mihir that I would be back in an hour as I had left my bag at home. Went to get my outfit from my home. I was sure I must have something very nice in my wardrobe. So I went home and got ready. But my hands moved sluggishly as I sifted through the outfits I already had. It wasn’t like I didn’t have good options—but none of them seemed right. Or maybe it wasn’t the clothes. Maybe it was my mood.I threw one outfit after another onto the bed, annoyed. My mind kept drifting back to her. Why did she change her mind like that? We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember. She has been the one person I could always count on, the one who always made me feel like I was important. Bu
Vihan's POV The music of the dhol reverberated in the air, the lively beats signaling the arrival of the baraat. The courtyard was a riot of colors, laughter, and anticipation. Everyone was gathered, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the groom and his procession. I stood there, hands stuffed into my pockets, waiting for the Jindal family to welcome Baarat. And then, she arrived.Oh, my God!! Roohi came with her family—her brother, Raj, and his wife, Myra. But it was Roohi who stole the moment, who stole the air from my lungs. Her outfit was breathtaking—a lehenga in hues of wine and gold, a blend of traditional craftsmanship and contemporary elegance. The skirt flowed around her with a delicate sway, the intricate embroidery catching the light with every movement. The blouse was equally stunning, its fitted design adorned with sequins and beadwork that shimmered like stars. A sheer dupatta, edged in golden lace, draped gracefully over her shoulder, adding an ethereal touch
Vihan's POV The baraat reached the main entrance by now, the music and celebrations reaching a crescendo. But even amidst the chaos, my eyes kept drifting back to her. She was laughing with Mahi now, her smile lighting up the evening like fireworks. She hadn’t looked at me once till now. And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.She went to greet Mihir's parents with her family and they all said that she was looking very beautiful, very different today. "Yes, Aunty, I took her to my salon and told my team to give her a new look since it's her friend's wedding," Myra said. Roohi just smiled. "She is looking so pretty, I am sure many eyes will follow her today." Megha Aunty said. Shit, many sets of eyes were already following her. " Sia, I am sure your family will get many calls from the parents of some very eligible bachelors." Megha Aunty said and applied some Kajal behind Roohi's ear. She blushed at that. What the hell!! No! It was too soon to get married. She is only 26.But
Vihan's POV Just then we saw Gauravi coming with her family. She looked pretty, but I felt bad for Gauravi for her situation and felt good for Mihir as he was madly in love with her and I was sure that he would make her the happiest girl in the world very soon again. "Oh, God! I was late! She would be annoyed with me. I was supposed to be with her. " Roohi was feeling guilty as she was supposed to go and be with her and come back now with the bride. So I thought of changing the topic. " She is looking so pretty, but why the hell is she wearing that veil? Is that Gauravi? Who covers the face with a veil these days? What's wrong with her??" I asked what was bothering me as I had not expected this from Gauravi. She was not such a girl to accept even if she was forced to do it. " Whatever!! She is looking beautiful, but why did she change her lehenga? " Roohi muttered as if she was thinking aloud. " Hunh? What?" I asked her. " Nothing! " I looked at Mihir, and somehow Somehow,
Vihan's POV I knew Mihir loved Gauravi and things became awkward between them at times. I made it a point never to flirt with any of them and I managed it quite well till recently. I always saw how hurt Mihir used to get whenever Gauravi cleared it that they were just friends. I never wanted to have that awkward moment, but...Shit!! This wasn’t like me. I didn’t want to get attached to anyone seriously, especially to my best friends, Gauravi and Roohi. They were my friends, and I never wanted to spoil my relationship with them or make things awkward between us. But since Mihir's wedding, things have changed for me with Roohi, it seems I have no choice as I cannot get her out of my mind. I leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as the memories were replayed in my mind. Her laughter, her remarks, the way her hair fell over her face when she leaned forward to make a point.What was happening to me?I sank onto the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair
Vihan's POV I pulled into the driveway, the tires of my car crunching on the gravel as the sleek black BMW parked beside mine came into view. My mood, already on the edge from a long day, took a sharp dive. I wasn’t in the frame of mind to entertain anyone, least of all uninvited guests.Pushing the door open, I stepped out and walked towards the house, my thoughts swirling. Maybe if I went straight to my room, I could avoid whoever it was. But as soon as I entered, Mom appeared in the foyer, her eyes lighting up at the sight of me.“Vihan, there you are! Come in, we have guests,” she said with a bright smile, gesturing towards the drawing room.I peeked in and immediately regretted it. Sitting there, sipping tea, was Mom’s friend Mrs. Chauhan and—oh, no—her daughter. I felt a wave of irritation rise. Not this again.“Mom, no. Please,” I muttered under my breath, trying to convey the depths of my reluctance with just a look.“Vihan,” she said firmly, ignoring my protest, “come and me
Vihan's POV She threw her arms around me, ignoring the crowd as she kissed my cheek. “Of course, darling. Since you said you were busy, I thought of coming here. But why didn't you tell me you were coming here?”"My... meeting... got canceled." Yes! Of course! I caught Roohi’s confused glance, her brows furrowing as Natasha clung to his arm. Perfect.Krish, meanwhile, looked mildly irritated but kept his composure. For now.Just then another figure appeared. This time, it was the upcoming model I’d gone on exactly two dates with before realizing she was more interested in my wallet than my wit. I knew she was an attention seeker She wasted no time sliding up next to him, effectively sandwiching him between her and Natasha. The two women exchanged polite but icy smiles, clearly sizing each other. Roohi’s eyes widened slightly as realization began to dawn on her. She looked at Krish, then at the women surrounding him, her expression one of polite disbelief. "Krish, you are certainl
Vihan's POV For now, I did what I could: I pulled out my phone and snapped his picture, my thumb hovering over the screen for a second longer than necessary. I didn’t trust him, and I needed to know everything about him... who he was, where he came from, what his intentions were with Roohi—I’d uncover it all.If he thought he could waltz into Roohi’s life and make her blush with a few pretty words, he was in for a rude awakening. So I silently vowed to find out everything about him. For now, I stayed in the shadows, watching their interaction like a hawk. My protective instincts screamed at me to intervene, but I held back. She didn’t need me charging in like some overbearing fool. Not yet. And she was safe as her brothers were there. When he finally backed off—temporarily, I knew—I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. But my relief was short-lived because, not ten minutes later, Krish was back, asking her to dinner.“Dinner? Why?” Roohi asked, genuinely confused.Kris
Vihan's POV His polished confidence that screamed experience. He stepped closer to her, holding a glass of whiskey, his demeanor relaxed but calculated. He stopped in front of her and greeted her with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. “Roohi, it’s been years, hasn’t it? And yet, somehow, you’ve only grown more beautiful.”“Thank you, Krish,” Roohi replied, her tone polite but distant. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”“Oh, I wouldn’t miss an event like this,” he said smoothly. “Especially not if it meant running into you. Tell me, how have you been? Still breaking hearts without even realizing it?”Okay, that was it. This guy was laying it on thicker than butter on toast.Roohi gave a soft laugh, brushing off his comment like the classy woman she was. But Krish wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make my fists itch. “You’ve always been the star of every room you walk into. Any man here would be lucky just to get a moment of your time.”
Vihan's POV I had been restless the entire day. Something about Roohi’s sudden agreement to an arranged marriage didn’t sit right with me. She had always been headstrong and always made her own choices, and suddenly, she was letting her family dictate such a huge decision. It wasn’t like her. My mom called me, asking if I was free for the day. " Yes, mom. Why? " I asked. " A friend of mine wants to come home to meet you. Her daughter is... " She was saying Oh, please no! No more drama! " No, Mom, not today. I am going to meet my friends. Mihir needs me at the moment. As it is, I am not ready to get married as of now. Bye, got to go." I said and disconnected the call. The evening weighed heavy on my mind. By the evening, my resolve had crystallized—I needed to talk to Roohi. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t like her. I needed answers, clarity, or at the very least, a glimpse of her thoughts. Our earlier argument still grated on me, each word a thorn that dug deeper the longer I
Roohi's POV Present time... I was really happy as I could see the difference on the very first day. He was so concerned about my changed behavior. And he was shocked when I started talking about other men, like the way he had been talking to me about other girls, all those years, intentionally or unintentionally, especially when I showed interest in Siddh and Parshav. I loved to see that look on his face, which I saw only discreetly, through hooded eyes as I was pretending that I couldn't take my eyes off them. Then Garv came to talk to me and... Oh, it felt so good to see him getting all worked up. He was not paying heed to any of the girls present at the wedding or the wedding of our best friends. He was ogling at me all night... And glaring at all men, I showed interest in and vice versa as usual. The next day had been nothing short of bizarre; when I reached the hospital, I saw some deliveries of flowers, cards, and even a gift box from a mysterious admirer, leaving me both
Roohi's POV Vihan was a heartbreaker, and I was determined not to be another one of his passing fancies.Bhai sighed again, muttering something under his breath. Then, to my surprise, he smiled—a small, almost reluctant smile. “Alright, I’ll help you. But only because I promised. And because I can see how much this means to you.”Liar!! It was because Bhabhi forced him to do it. Bhabhi smiled and winked at me. I hugged her. " Wow!! You want help from me and giving hugs to her? That's not fair." He said with a frown. "You are my best brother," I said hugging him. " I know that. But stop Buttering. Or I might change my mind." he said, glaring at me. “But if we’re going to do this, you’re doing it my way. You have to follow everything I say, and you can’t back out. Got it?”I smiled, my heart soaring with hope. “Got it.”“Roohi, think before you say anything. You’re going to regret this,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. What are you even going to tel
Roohi's POV "Then you need to convince them, and if anyone forces me to marry anyone but him, I will shoot myself. ” I said and burst into tears. He was shocked to hear that. He hugged me and patted my back. “Shh!! Don't say or even think of doing any such thing or I will kill him. I swear, I will kill him. I will shoot him even before you touch the gun." " Who will shoot whom?? " Mahi Bhabhi came in. " Mahi, can you please leave us alone for a while? " He said. " No!! I will not. I heard a few words and now I want the full version of this story. " Mahi Bhabhi said, looking into his eyes. Finally, he told everything to her in brief. She was also shocked to hear everything. " I thought you were just good friends," Bhabhi said. " Please help me, Bhai. Who else can I ask for help you know how everyone is. Raj Bhai, Sujal bhai, and Ruhan will not help me because of his reputation. Even the famous playboys, Viren Bhai and Sahaj, will oppose i,t, though they are just like hi