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 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
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 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
Vihan's POV“Roohi, you must let me show you around Bikaner sometime,” he said with a dazzling smile. “The palaces, the traditions—it’s a world of its own.”“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” Roohi replied, her eyes lighting up.Wonderful? Really? What’s wonderful about being paraded through the old forts? And if she really thinks that's wonderful, I have those too, probably better ones, they are not even dusty as some of them are converted in hotels, the rest are preserved. I will take her around each and every palace and fort my family owns. “Roohi,” Parshav said, leaning in with all the princely charm he could muster, “you really must visit Bikaner. We host the most exclusive polo matches, and the royal gallery has some rare artifacts that I think you’d love.”“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Roohi said, her face lighting up.Amazing? I almost choked on my drink. What’s so amazing about horses running around? If it was just about showing off wealth, I had more cars in my garage than he had h
Vihan's POVEveryone was dancing, even Mihir was dancing with Tami now, for a man who claimed that he had nothing to do with his wife, was glaring at every man who looked her way or dared to dance with her. Even I got those glares; well, I was only trying to see if he felt anything for her or not. And I also wanted to distract myself as otherwise I was going mad, watching Roohi dancing with Siddh and Parshav, so I did what always came naturally to me, flirting. By the time the dance was over, and I came back, Ron had asked Tami to dance with him while Mahi asked Mihir. I saw Roohi looking at them and smiling when Ron finally swapped the partners. I went to ask her to dance but she said that she was tired and hungry. I felt disappointed but thought that we could dance after having something for a snack or dinner. But just then that... Man came and asked her to dance with her once again. Again?? Why? I had not even danced once with her, I was not going to get her away from me. But I
Roohi's POV "Hey!" Vihan’s voice brought me back. "What are you thinking? Come on, let’s dance."I scrambled for an excuse. "Er… I’m a bit tired. And hungry."His brows furrowed slightly. "You’re hungry? Let’s go grab some snacks or food then."Before I could respond, another voice cut in."Dr. Kapoor, may I have the pleasure of another dance with you?"I turned to see Dr. Parshav standing before me, his hand extended and a charming smile on his face. He’d joined the hospital recently, and while he was kind and courteous, I knew this wasn’t just a casual invitation if he dared to ask me to dance again later in my brother's presence. "No," Vihan said sharply, stepping closer to me.Parshav’s smile didn’t waver. "I wasn’t asking you. Unless, of course, you’re also Dr. Kapoor?""No," Vihan retorted. "But she’s tired."Parshav chuckled. "Ah, nothing to worry about. Roohi, if you’re too tired to dance, you can step on my feet, and I’ll do all the work. Besides, I insist. As a new member
Roohi's POV. The music started flowing for the couples to dance. The older generation got aside, talking in their groups while Raj bhai and Myra bhabhi were busy in their world as usual, and Ron bhai and Mahi were talking with Tami, Siddh, Sri, and Parshav. I was thinking of joining them when Ron bhai asked Mahi for a dance and they both went to dance Raj Bhai and Myra Bhabhi followed them. I loved to see how good they all looked, being in love and lost in each other. I saw Mihir's Mom signalling him to dance but he was in no mood to dance. Just then Sri came to Mihir and asked him to take Tami for a dance. " I am a bit tired. Maybe later on. " He said to avoid dancing with her. " In that case, do you mind if I dance with her? " Parshav asked all of a sudden stretching his hand in front of her.Mihir was shocked. What a fantastic idea!! I really like this man. Tami shook her head. Oh no! I wanted to see how Mihir would react. But the very next moment... Megha Aunty placed Ta