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
Vihan's POVI was shocked to see that A man stood near her department, looking oddly out of place in the bustling. His presence irked me instantly, and my annoyance only deepened when I recognized him."Garv?? " Roohi called his name. " What are you doing here?" I asked before Roohi could ask, my tone sharper than I intended. He ignored me and kept looking at her. The audacity."I wanted to meet..." he began, but I cut him off."This is not a place to casually meet someone. For God’s sake, it’s a hospital. Please leave." My irritation flared. What kind of man thought this was appropriate behavior?"Vihan, stop it," Roohi said softly, but I barely registered her words.Garv finally turned to me, his face a mask of indifference. "Excuse me, who are you? How can you tell me to leave? Do you own the hospital?"Oh, he had no idea."Actually, I do!" I shot back, my glare fixed on him. "Ask her. Roohi, do I own this hospital or not?"She hesitated, looking flustered. "He does... but Vihan—"
Vihan's POV I searched his picture on social media and found him immediately. We had a lot of common friends... Mostly girls. I went through them, and in no time, I had a fair idea of what kind of a man he was. I called one of the girls who has been hinting at me to take her out someday, but she was a bit clingy... I never liked her much, but I needed to talk to her now. I called her and asked her about him. She told me everything about him, she had been on a few dates with him, but she felt that he had anger issues. He was not too bad a person but he was not good for Roohi. My dad asked me to come and I went to his cabin. He showed me a report and asked me my opinion on it. I read it carefully and told him my diagnosis. He smiled and nodded. " Brilliant!! Though I don't like the way you flirt around girls; I am happy that you are a very good cardiologist. There were a few very fine things in that report that could have been overlooked by anyone. But you kept them in mind and yo
Vihan's POV Next day... I reached the hospital, saw Roohi's car there, and went to meet her, but I was rooted to the spot; the moment I saw her, she was wearing a long floor-length skirt and a beautiful traditional kurta, long traditional earrings, and a bracelet, was looking gorgeous. Her lips looked like the soft petals of a blush-pink flower. I was really attracted to her as...Shit!! No!! What was happening to me? Why was I reacting this way to her? Why was I looking at her that way? Was she getting more beautiful with every passing day or was I blind enough not to notice it earlier?? She was good-looking forever, but now she was looking more and more pretty... I had never flirted with Gauravi and Roohi, as the four of us were best friends. I might have made a nonserious, flirty comment about Gauravi but never about Roohi, as she always felt too cute and sweet. But what had changed now? It seemed that she had changed overnight. Not just her looks but mainly her attitude. Wa
Six months laterI stared at the two pink lines for the fifth time that morning. No matter how many tests I took, they all screamed the same thing.Positive.I was pregnant.“Oh my God.” I sat back on the bathroom floor, breath caught somewhere between stunned and giddy. A dozen emotions danced in my chest—shock, nervousness, excitement… and one tiny, trembling ball of fear.Because how exactly was I going to tell Vihan Rathore—my drama king of a husband—that we were having a baby?I opened the bathroom door to find him already awake, shirtless, hair messy, standing with a cup of coffee and his ever-annoying smugness.“Took you long enough,” he said. “I was about to send a rescue team.”“I—I was just—uh…” I fumbled with the test behind my back.His eyes narrowed. “You okay?”I nodded, trying to hide the nervous grin tugging at my lips. “Totally. Peachy.”He squinted. “Roohi. What are you hiding?”And just like that, he stalked over to me, snatched my hand, and caught sight of the preg
Roohi's POV The moment we stepped off the seaplane, the warm, salty breeze kissed my face. A long wooden pier stretched out over the bluest water I’d ever seen. Palm trees swayed in the distance, and a small villa stood waiting like a dream.“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor,” the host said, handing us two chilled coconuts. “You have the island entirely to yourselves.”I looked at Vihan, completely overwhelmed.“You did all this?” I whispered.“For you. For us.”The villa was breathtaking—open air, wooden interiors, a bed that faced the ocean, and an outdoor shower with a tub made of stone nestled under a canopy of trees."This is breathtaking. Awesome! " I said. He carried me straight to the bed and laid me down gently.“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Of waking up to you. Sleeping beside you. Making love without anyone around having to sneak on us.”My breath caught.We didn’t speak for a long time after that.Only touched.Only felt.On
Roohi's POV He looked effortlessly elegant in an off-white kurta with muted gold embroidery, his eyes scanning the room before resting on me. He waited patiently as my family welcomed him.Mom handed him a sweet with a smile. “Welcome, beta. You’re part of this madness now.”Dad and Tauji patted his back. “Come in. We’ve all been waiting.”Ron stood silently, watching. Not disapproving—just protective.“You’re officially our kanwar ji now,” he said. “Hope you’re ready.”Vihan smiled. “I think I’ve always been ready. I just needed her to agree. By the way, I hope you will not serve me your special snacks now. If anything happens to me, what will happen to your sister?”Ron’s eyes softened.Sahaj grinned. “We were planning a prank welcome dish, but the elders vetoed it.”“Good,” Vihan replied. “I’ve had enough pretend-smiling through terrible food, right Ron?”Ron smirked.The house turned lively—drinks, snacks, chatter. Vihan seamlessly joined in, discussing the hospital with Dad, lau
Roohi's POV Eventually—eventually—we managed to bathe and get dressed, though it took far longer than it should have. We were giggling like teenagers, stealing kisses between every ritual of dressing. He insisted on helping drape my saree, his fingers grazing my bare waist far more times than necessary. Each touch left a trail of shivers, each stolen glance heating my cheeks.“You’re so distracting,” I scolded, struggling to slip on my bangles.“Good,” he said with a wicked grin. “That’s the plan. Shall we_”"No!" I glared at him and he smiled. By the time we made it downstairs, we were both slightly breathless, flushed, and—undeniably—head over heels in love.His mom raised an eyebrow at our entrance.Vidhi Aunty leaned over and whispered something to Sandhya Aunty, making them both burst into knowing laughter.Vikram uncle clapped Vihan on the back with a smirk. “Well, well. Looks like the prince had a good night.”I turned crimson. Vihan just grinned smugly.“Come, beta,” Sandhya
Roohi's POV His arm curled around my waist, pulling me close until I was curled against his chest. He kissed my forehead, then my temple. "That was just the beginning,” he whispered against my shoulder. “I plan to worship you every night.”I laughed softly, burying my face in his chest. “You’re insatiable.”“And you’re intoxicating.”We lay in silence for a moment, the only sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of the curtains swaying in the breeze.“Vihan?”“Hmm?”“You were worth the wait,” I said. He turned, tipping my chin up to meet his eyes. "And you, Rooh... you were worth giving up every other woman in the world."My heart ached with how full it felt.This wasn’t just a wedding night, this was the night two souls found their forever.And I knew, deep in my bones, that he would never let go.Not of me.Not of us.********I woke to the softest caress against my cheek.Warmth surrounded me—his scent, musky and deliciously masculine, still lingered in the sheets tangled ar
Roohi's POVThe world, the palace walls, the weight of waiting, the ache of all the silent years. It all melted into the warmth of his lips.It wasn’t a kiss of hunger, not yet. It was a kiss of longing—soft, slow, reverent. Like he was tasting every unshed tear, every whispered prayer, every heartbeat I’d saved just for him.The kiss was soft at first—tentative, exploring. Like a question. Like he was asking for permission.I answered with a whimper, my hands sliding up to curl around his neck. He groaned low in his throat, deepening the kiss, his arms circling around my waist and pulling me against him.He groaned softly, his hand slipping around my waist, holding me like he was afraid I’d vanish.I gasped at the contact, my body was arching involuntarily into his. Every nerve was vibrating, every sense overloaded.My dupatta slid from my shoulder, pooling at our feet. I didn’t care. Not when he kissed me like I was the only woman he had ever wanted. Not when his hands tangled in m
Roohi's POV The door clicked shut behind him.And just like that, the world shrunk to the space between us.Vihan stood still, barely a few feet away, yet the energy radiating off him made it feel like he was everywhere. The glow of the soft golden lamps flickered across his features, casting gentle shadows that only deepened the intensity in his eyes. His sherwani, regal and crisp, still hugged his broad frame perfectly, but a few strands of hair had come undone—wild, rebellious, like the storm brewing in his eyes.Silence settled, thick with unspoken anticipation. The room, dimly lit by the golden glow of candles, flickered softly against my lehenga. The scent of fresh jasmine from my hair mingled with the delicate perfume on my wrists. My heart raced, each beat was like a thunderous echo in the hush.Vihan stood a few feet away, the soft rustle of his sherwani the only sound. The fabric hugged his broad frame perfectly, every inch of him exuding power and grace. His hair, just sl
Roohi’s POV" Vihan put me down! It is not our tradition; please, let's not spoil our GrihaPravesh." I said, and Aunty nodded with a smile. "Ours or not, I like this tradition, I want to do it." He argued. " He is my son." Vikram uncle said proudly. " He is your clone. Happy?? Both are too much." Aunty said and rolled her eyes. " Let your mom do her tradition and then you can follow yours. " Vidhi Aunty said and winked at him. He grinned I buried my face in his chest as his mother and aunt burst into laughter.Finally, he put me down. I was blushing. "Welcome home, beta," Sandhya Aunty said, placing a soft tika on my forehead.Vidhi Aunty and Vidhya held a golden kalash at the doorstep."Kick this gently, Roohi," Vidhi explained. "It symbolizes you bringing prosperity into our home."I did as instructed, watching as the Kalash rolled inside the house.Aunt Vidhi and my sister-in-law, Vidhya, stood beside her, giggling excitedly.Vidhya teased me while placing a bowl of kumkum wa
The Wedding The ceremony began with traditional grandeur.The mandap was set under a canopy of jasmine flowers, the fire flickered beautifully, and our families sat around, watching with joy.And Vihan?Oh my God!! He was watching me like a starved man.Every time I tried to focus on the rituals, his fingers brushed against mine, his touch electric, making me squirm.When we took our saat pheras, he tightened his grip on my hand, his thumb stroking circles on my palm.He and his circles...My entire body burned.When he applied sindoor, he leaned close, whispering, "You’re completely mine now, Mrs. Rathore."I shivered.And when he tied the mangal sutra around my neck, he bent down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear."I’m going to make love to you tonight."I choked on air.My brother glared at him. "What did he just say?"Raj bhai asked. "NOTHING!" I said, pushing Vihan away.Vihan just chuckled darkly.Idiot!! Devil!! ********Roohi's POV The moment I had dreaded all my life