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
Vihan's POV The next few days were very busy as Dad was busy somewhere else, so I had the additional duty to take care of Mehul's uncle. Tami was on her duty as an intern so Mihir was usually with him. Mihir was very upset and since uncle was taking rest after having his meal and medicines, I asked him to come to my cabin so that we could talk. He was reluctant to leave his dad's side but came with me when I insisted. And when I asked him why he looked so stressed he told me everything and why he was feeling so guilty. I swear, I wanted to beat him, he was an idiot! I saw how possessive he was for Tami; I could see that he was suffering the same way I was, watching Parshav flirting with Tami and Roohi; if he liked her so much, why the hell did he do that?? It was such a stupid and drastic step. " Why the hell did you do it?? Are you out of your mind? Do you think Gauravi will be back to you if you divorce Tami? " I yelled at him. " What?? No!! I don't even want her back. I just w
Vihan’s POVThe hospital was returning to its usual rhythm, but there was an undeniable tension in the air. Roohi and I spent a lot of time with Mihir as he was going through so much. Roohi spent some time with Tami and uncle whenever she was was free. The hospital auditorium was buzzing with nervous energy as the new batch of intern doctors and dieticians gathered for their first official assignments. I had seen this happen every year—young faces, eager yet apprehensive, waiting to find out who they’d be training under.Among the other senior doctors present were me, Siddh, Parshav, and Roohi. Since Roohi was in a different specialty, she wouldn't be getting an assistant; the senior-most doctor in her department had already taken that role. But the rest of us were each getting interns.I leaned against the side of the stage, arms crossed, watching as the names were placed into a bowl. The selection process was designed to be random, to avoid bias. One by one, we would each pull th
Vihan's POV We wasted no time. Within minutes, Mehul uncle was in the cath lab.The room fell into an eerie silence, the next few hours felt like an eternity.Dad performed the angioplasty himself. A stent was placed, restoring blood flow. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. We had done it.But this was only the beginning. We all knew—the next 24 hours were critical.After stabilizing his condition, we shifted him to the CCU, where he remained under continuous cardiac monitoring. His vitals had stabilized, but the next 24 hours were critical.I finally stepped out to update the family.The waiting area was filled with people—Tami, Gautam uncle, and Siddh were there, their faces clouded with worry.As soon as they saw me, they rushed forward. "How is he?" Siddh asked urgently."It was a massive heart attack," I told them honestly. "If Tami hadn’t brought him in when she did, we might have lost him."Tami’s face crumpled, and she broke down in silent sobs.She covered
Vihan's POV I was in the hospital, going through a patient’s angiography report, when the doors of the cardiology department burst open all of a sudden, and Gautam's uncle stormed in. I knew something was terribly wrong. His face was pale, his breath uneven, and his usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen."Vihan, where is Vikram?"I looked up in surprise to see Gautam uncle, his face pale, his breath ragged. His usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen—there was an urgency in his eyes that sent a ripple of unease through me.I stood up immediately. "He’s in the OT. What happened, uncle?""It’s Mehul," he said, his voice almost breaking. "He’s not well... It looks like a cardiac arrest. I need you to make all the necessary arrangements. Fast!!" My blood ran cold for a second. Mehul uncle, my father’s best friend, my best friend’s father—someone I had known since childhood, this couldn’t be happening.I didn’t waste another second. "I’ll take care of everything." I said ins
Vihan's POV Next morningI was losing my mind, and I found myself pacing the length of my mansion, replaying every interaction I’d seen between Siddh and Roohi. It wasn’t that he was overly attentive, but he did seem to go out of his way to include her in conversations. Was I overthinking this? Or was Siddh hiding something?I called Mihir, he picked up the call." Hey, what's up?" He asked. " Where are you? When are you coming back? " " I am back, we came back last night. What happened? You sound anxious. " He asked. " Mihir, we need to talk; something is very serious; I am going mad. I need to ask you something. " " Sure come over to my office. " He said and I drove to meet him. He was waiting for me. " What is the matter? " He asked. I told him about the stalker and the gifts, cards, messages, etc., and also how I caught the man who delivered them. He was shocked to know that. " This is more than serious, Vihan. We must tell her family about it; it is not a small issue; what
Vihan's POV " I hope you are not angry with me now. I know Mihir is very upset with me. I will apologize to him when he calms down, but at least you should try and understand that he would be much happier with Tami as she adores him. I never loved him that way, he was always just one of my 3 Best friends." " Are you happy now? " I asked though I already knew the answer to the question. "I am at the top of the world." She replied with a genuine smile and I hugged her. " Can I ask you something?" I asked. Anything!! " “Gauravi,” I began nonchalantly, sitting beside her. “What’s the deal with Kabir?”Her eyebrows shot up, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Oh? What’s with the sudden interest in Kabir?” she teased, her eyebrows wiggling. “Tired of chasing every girl in the city? Are you thinking of switching teams?” I rolled my eyes, but her teasing didn’t deter me. “Very funny, Gauravi. Just tell me what you know about him.”She ignored me, clearly enjoying herself. “
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