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 It was really strange as she never talked about any guy and I had never seen her talking to anyone other than Mihir, me, and her brothers/cousins." So, I am a doctor and everyone knows I am very handsome. " I said even before I could think about it. But why did I say that? Wait!! It seemed she didn't hear it. Thank God! I didn't want things to become weird between us. As it is, it was getting weird. Why the hell was she ogling at them?" Siddh is a boxing champion like Gautam uncle. No one will ever mess with me if I marry him. And Parshav is a Prince. Wow!! " She said looking at both of them continuously. " So what?? I belong to a royal family too. " I was getting annoyed all of a sudden; what was so special about them? Shut up, you idiot!! Do you want to get married?? I scolded myself. " Why are you telling me all that? Of course, I know it." She said but still kept ogling at them. What was wrong with her? " So?? " I asked with a shocked expression. " So?? " S
Vihan's POV " Ruhan is a duffer... He is a kid and doesn't know anything. You didn't have to do all this to look good... " I said. " Oh, please, Vihan, what's wrong with you? What is your problem if I am looking good for once? " She looked very irritated. " No, don't get me wrong, I am just saying that you don't need to listen to him and change yourself, you are good as you have always been. I love you as you are. " I explained. " It doesn't matter; you and Mihir are my best friends; of course, you both would say that you love me. But now, I want someone to love me as a man loves a woman, not as someone loves his or her best friend. I did this as my family wanted me to get settled; they say that I had attained my goal and become a very qualified doctor, and now I should pay some heed to myself and look like a young girl should. And I am enjoying it, what is the problem with that?" She said. "No problem, but if you want a boyfriend, you can have me as your boyfriend. As it is, we
Vihan's POV I tried to focus on the task at hand, but all of a sudden, Roohi got this overconfidence out somewhere, and she went to ask the men in that group about it. The sight of her negotiating with Siddh and Parshav set my teeth on edge. She was standing there, smiling that bright, genuine smile, her voice laced with that sweet, persuasive tone she used when she wanted something.And those guys—Siddh wasn’t too bad; he was kind of reserved like Mihir, but Parshav? That guy was grinning like a fool, leaning in just a little too close, enjoying her attention far more than he should.What the hell!! Get away from her! Why did she have to be so... friendly with them?Can't Ron see the way he is talking to his sister? Where are the rest of her brothers? Busy flirting girls, when someone was flirting with their sister, or could they only glare at me and Mihir? “Roohi, stop wasting time,” I muttered under my breath, trying to keep my tone calm, though irritation bubbled beneath the su
Vihan's POV I went toward the spot where Parshav had hinted the shoes might be hidden. My frustration simmered beneath the surface—at Roohi for being so friendly with them, at Parshav for grinning like he’d won some secret prize, and, most of all, at myself for not understanding why it bothered me so much.But before I could reach the hiding spot, Siddh, Parshav, and Srinidhi swooped in, retrieving the shoes before I even got close. Their victorious laughter grated on my nerves, and I clenched my fists.Mihir and Gauravi finished their vows, sealing their union with love and promises, but my thoughts were stuck elsewhere. On Roohi. On the way, she smiled at other guys. On the way it made me feel.And for the first time, I couldn’t convince myself it was just because I was protective. No, this was something else entirely. Ron gave it a try next, but Mihir’s mom, Megha Aunty, intervened, her authoritative voice cutting through the chaos. “Enough of this. It’s a ritual—let Mihir give th
Vihan's POV Then I realized that she was deep in conversation with someone—a delivery man of all people. He stood there, holding a giant bouquet of roses, a card, and a neatly wrapped box, while Roohi looked visibly puzzled. Curiosity tugged at me. “Good morning, Roohi,” I greeted, trying to gauge the situation.“Good morning,” she replied distractedly, not even looking at me.I frowned. What’s with her? “What happened?” I asked, stepping closer.She sighed and gestured toward the growing pile of gifts on her desk. “I don’t know who’s sending these. Since this morning, someone has been delivering flowers, cards, and now this huge gift box.”I raised an eyebrow. “And there’s no name on them?”“No name,” she confirmed, holding up a card. *Every once in a while, someone crosses your path and leaves you utterly breathless. You were that moment for me. I was mesmerized with you... awestruck. I've thought about this, and I can’t let the chance slip by. Would you give fate a little nudg
Vihan's POV "Vihan, please leave me alone," he groaned, rubbing his temples."Leave you alone? Why? We left you alone last night, but not now. You’re going to spill everything that happened!" I teased him. Then, noticing Gauravi’s absence, Roohi asked, "Where’s Gauravi, by the way?? Oh, she must’ve gone to her parents' place for the pag phera.""Ah, that makes sense," I said. "Is that why you’re grumpy? Don’t worry, she’ll be back tonight. Now, tell us about last night!"Mihir looked at me with a mix of anger and frustration. "I don’t know where Gauravi is, and I don’t care. She won’t be back tonight or any other night. She chose another man and eloped with him last night."We froze. Roohi and I exchanged a stunned glance before bursting into nervous laughter."What nonsense!" Roohi said before bursting into laughter. “Good joke,” I said, though something about his expression made me uneasy. “One night with her, and you’re already cracking jokes about her leaving? Not bad! Looks li
Roohi's POV Finally, we reached Jodhpur for the engagement. Most of our family friends, and relatives also reached there. Rathore family had made arrangements for all the guests in their various havelis. Our family shared it with my Mamu's family and Mohit's uncle's family; of course, Viren also stayed with us, though Shaurya also wanted him to stay with them. Jindal family, Shah family and Rajwanshi family stayed in one and Malhotras stayed at their own haveli with Sahil uncle as he insisted. So Gauravi and Shlok stayed there. Mihir and Tami have married again recently and were supposed to go on their honeymoon, but Vihan told him to go after our wedding, and then we all could go on honeymoon together; of course, he agreed to wait for some time as he could not miss our wedding. Rathore family stayed with Vidhi aunty and Shubh uncle in their main haveli. Vihan had barely let me breathe since our families had arrived here from Delhi, wrapping me in his possessiveness, his mischi
Roohi’s POV" Why did he ask them to do it?? " He asked. " What do you think?? " " You wanted me to get jealous??" " Correction!! Bhai wanted you to get jealous and react. " " But why?? He didn't even like me then. " He asked. " Vihan, I am sorry, I have a confession to make... But please don't be mad at me. " " Why are you saying it? I can't get mad at you. Tell me! " He asked looking into my eyes. " Bhai did all of that because I sought his help to make you fall for me. " I said. He looked absolutely shocked to know it. And finally, it sank into him. " You asked him to make me fall for you?? " He asked. " Means all that time, you have been in love with me??" " I fell for you even before I knew what love was and I never got over you. " I said and explained everything. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me so hard that I could hardly breathe; he broke the kiss only when we were short of breath. " You are a naughty girl, and that brother of yours is truly a LoveGuru. I swea
Roohi's POV I was enjoying every moment of our courtship period. One evening, instead of taking me to a fancy restaurant, he led me to a bookstore."For you," he whispered, guiding me inside.I gasped softly, my fingers itching to touch the shelves filled with stories and dreams. "Vihan…""You love books. I love you. So now, I love books too," he said simply.We spent hours there, picking books for each other. He sat on the floor, flipping through pages, looking at me like I was the most fascinating story of all.At one point, I found a book with a beautifully written love confession. I read it aloud, my voice trembling slightly.When I finished, Vihan took the book from my hands, set it aside, and whispered, "Mine was better."Before I could ask, he kissed my forehead and walked to the counter, buying every single book I had even glanced at."Vihan, we don't want so many books. " But he was adamant and we came back carrying lots of books. *******One night, long past midnight, whe
Third person's POV After Roohi’s family performed the ritual of blessing the couple, Ron handed Vihan a heavy envelope.“What’s this?” Vihan asked.“Your membership card to the 'Whipped Husbands' club,” Ron smirked. Everyone burst into laughter, including Roohi."Hey, what's wrong with OPH club? " Sujoy asked. "We all have been it's part."" Yes, but that is for oldies, uncle, new generation, new club. But of course, we will still be a part of that club as well." Ron replied " Who is the president of your club? " Rahul asked. " That we can decide later on." Shlok smiled. Everyone else nodded.******As the ceremony wrapped up, Sujal played a romantic tune, and everyone cheered for the couple’s first dance.As the music played, Saanjh and Sujal dragged the couple to the center for a dance. Vihan, ever the charmer, pulled Roohi close and whispered, “Ready to be Mrs. Rathore? I am excited to have you as my wife.”Roohi teased, “Let’s survive the engagement and wedding first.”The nigh
Third person's POV Ron and Raj, though furious beyond words, softened just a little at their mother’s words. But their rage was far from gone.Rohit finally spoke, his voice eerily calm. "We are going to make him pay for this."Ron nodded. "He won’t get away with this. I will ruin that family. "Raj let out a sharp breath. "If he even breathes in Roohi’s direction again—"Vihan stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression was unreadable, his shoulders stiff, his entire body practically vibrating with a controlled fury. He walked over to Roohi, kneeling in front of her, cupping her face gently, as if afraid she would break."He’ll never touch you again," he swore, his voice thick with emotion. "I will make sure of it."Roohi looked at him, her teary eyes searching his, finding the raw intensity there. The protectiveness. The unspoken emotions that neither of them could voice right now.For the first time since she had woken up, she felt truly safe."Enough,"
Third person's POVThe atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and suffocating silence, each heartbeat echoing the rage and fear coursing through the family. Roohi lay on the couch, pale and visibly shaken. Every second felt like an eternity as everyone stood around her, restless and furious. Her mother, Sia, sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, whispering prayers under her breath. Priya and Sandhya were also waiting anxiously for her to be fine. Ron and Raj stood nearby, their jaws clenched, fists curled into tight balls as rage simmered inside them. Vihan, his usually confident and playful demeanor replaced by pure, undiluted fear, crouched close, his eyes fixed on Roohi's face.The mere thought of what had happened to Roohi made their blood boil. Ron, Raj, and Vihan looked ready to tear someone apart. And then, finally, a faint movement.When her eyelids fluttered open, the entire room collectively held its breath. For a moment, she looked dazed and confused. Her gaze
Vihan's POV My chest burned with fury. The rage inside me exploded. Over my dead body.“He’s planning to marry her,” Ron muttered darkly.“I will kill him before that,” Raj growled.We ditched our cars a short distance away and approached on foot, moving like a pack of wolves ready to tear apart their prey.Sujal and I spotted guards at the entrance. Big, burly men with earpieces. Armed.Ron smirked. “Shall we?”" No, I will handle him. " I said. Before I could do it, he and Raj took them down swiftly and brutally. A knife slashed through the air—silent, efficient.The first guard didn’t even get time to scream.We stormed in, our presence sending the men inside into chaos. Some of Ahuja’s hired goons charged at us, but we were ready.Raj and Ron took down the first two guys within seconds, fists flying. Sujal threw a punch that sent another man sprawling.I wasn’t even paying attention to them. My focus was singular. Roohi.We moved in deeper, sticking to the shadows. Every step wa
Roohi’s POVTaking a deep breath, I kept the phone in my grip and cautiously stepped out of the car, my heels clicking softly against the pavement. The girl wasn’t moving.Each step toward the girl made my heartbeat pound louder. My heart hammered as I knelt beside her, my fingers reaching for her pulse.Cold skin.No heartbeat.My breath hitched.My stomach twisted.Something wasn’t right.The hair on the back of my neck stood up.Then—A sharp, chemical scent invaded my senses.Chloroform.My heart slammed against my ribs.I jolted upright, whirling around—Too late.A hand clamped over my mouth.I thrashed, twisting my body, but someone grabbed me from behind, an arm tightening around my waist, and my scream got muffled.Panic exploded inside me.I kicked wildly, my nails scratching against rough skin. My phone slipped from my grip, clattering onto the pavement.NO!!! I couldn’t let this happen.I fought harder, my elbow slamming into someone’s ribs. A grunt of pain, followed by a
After about one and a half hoursVihan’s POVI wiped the sweat off my forehead as I stepped out of the operating room. The surgery had been intense, and every second had been a battle between life and death. But the patient was stable now.My first instinct was to pull out my phone and call Roohi. The thought of her alone, driving home, gnawed at me the entire time I was in the OR. I should have insisted harder. Should have made her wait for one of her brothers to come and pick her up. But she had smiled at me, kissed my cheek, and walked away with all the confidence in the world.I unlocked my phone, expecting at least a text from her.Nothing.A frown tugged at my lips. Roohi wasn’t the type to leave me waiting.I scrolled through my notifications. Missed calls from Ron. Missed calls from Raj.My heart dropped.I immediately called Ron back, my fingers trembling. He picked up a single ring.“WHERE THE HELL IS ROOHI?” Ron’s voice was sharp, panic laced in every word.I froze. My stom