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 There was a letter inside written in a very neat handwriting. 'Hey pretty woman...They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I tried to capture your beauty in these pictures and these photos left me speechless. Your beauty is not just in how you look, but in the way you light up the world around you. You lit up mine ever since I crossed paths with you. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have someone as extraordinary as you in my life. If you’d be willing to take a leap of faith, I’d love to meet you—no strings, no pressure, just two souls and the promise of something unforgettable.Would you let me have the honor of seeing you soon on a blind date? The rest, as they say, is destiny."*I crumbled it and cursed. " Vihan!! Language!! " She said immediately. " I will kill this man... How dare he click your pictures... See he has pictures of the day before yesterday at the wedding and then some were clicked yesterday and some were clicked even today. A
Roohi's POV Oh my God!!! It felt so good. For years, I had been the silent admirer, the unnoticed shadow in Vihan’s life. He was always surrounded by people, always the center of attention, and always treated me like a dependable friend who would be there no matter what. I had grown used to being invisible to him in any way that truly mattered. But today, at Mihir and Gauravi’s wedding, things felt different.I was so happy that finally, Vihan had his eyes, ears, and mind on me. He was concerned about me, worried about me and it seemed that he finally felt at least something for me. He was getting paranoid about the gifts and all the men around us. If I knew things would change so much, so fast, between Vihan and me, I would have talked to Ron bhai earlier. He was a genius...A few nights ago...After Mihir's wedding... Ron bhai and Bhabhi were supposed to stay at Shah mansion for a few more days, but before going home, I went to meet him and hugged him. He hugged me and patted my
Roohi's POV He put his phone away, giving me his full attention. “Alright, what’s going on?”“What’s the matter, Roohi? You look like you’ve just lost a battle,” he asked. I tried to smile, but my heart was pounding. “It’s not a battle I’m worried about, Bhai. It’s a war.”Ron raised an eyebrow. “War? Against whom? Oh, our family? Because they want you to settle down? Yes, it would be quite a war. ” he laughed. " Bhai!! Please be serious. I need your help." I said making a long face. “Yeah, kiddo?” His eyes flickered up, brow raised. I hated it when he called me that. I was 26 now, not the little girl he used to boss around. “About what? You’re not getting into any trouble, are you?”I sighed, plopping onto the edge of his bed. “No, I’m not in trouble. I just… need your help.”That got his attention. He put down the files and gave me his full focus, the concerned big-brother mode kicking in. “Help with what? Is someone bothering you? I can...”“No, no,” I interrupted quickly bef
Roohi's POV The words stuck in my throat. How was I supposed to explain years of unspoken feelings, of longing and heartbreak? “It’s Vihan,” I blurted out before I could second-guess myself.The pause that followed was long and heavy, but his response was quicker than I expected. “Vihan? As in Vihan Singh Rathore? The same Vihan who thinks flirting is a sport?”I nodded, my resolve hardening. “Yes. Him.”“Vihan?” His face went from concern to confusion in two seconds flat. “What about him? Did he flirt with you? I will beat him.”" No, Bhai!! " " No? Then what is the problem?" I could feel my cheeks heating up. This was going to be harder than I thought. “I want him to stop treating me like his best friend and start seeing me as… well… a girl.”Ron blinked at me, “Roohi, you’ve always been a girl. What are you talking about?” he smiled. Why was he doing it to me? He was smart enough to understand what I mean. I groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “You know what I mean! He flirts wi
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
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 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
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