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.”
Roohi's POVThe shimmering lights of the Shah mansion were a dazzling backdrop to (Sangeet) one of the pre-wedding ceremonies of my friend, Mihir Shah. He looked undeniably handsome, dressed as a groom, his face radiating happiness as he prepared to marry the love of his life, Gaurvi. The air was thick with excitement, laughter, and the delicate scent of roses. The rhythmic beats of traditional drums filled the night, creating an atmosphere of pure joy.But my mind was far from the celebrations.As I stood there, my eyes drifted away from the dancing guests and vibrant colors, seeking out the one person I couldn’t help but look for... Vihan Singh Rathore. The man who had unknowingly held my heart captive for years. There he was, as magnetic as ever, leaning casually against the bar, his tuxedo tailored to perfection. His hair was tousled in that maddening way, like he’d just run his hand through it—a gesture that, despite myself, made my heart race every time.He flashed that danger
Roohi's POV Years of waiting, of hoping, of trying to move on but failing miserably each time I saw that stupid smile of his. All those years and nothing had changed.I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, trying to shake off the overwhelming feeling of disappointment. Why couldn’t I just let him go? Why couldn’t I be like Mihir and Gaurvi, finding love and happiness with someone who actually wanted me back?I was lost in the man and just then I heard another voice. “I saw you looking at him again.” I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just... lost in thought, I guess.”Mihir raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Roohi, come on. We both know you’re not fine. You’ve been hung up on Vihan for as long as I can remember, and he still doesn’t see it. Don’t you think it’s time to do something about it? Tell him how you feel, or let him go.”I bit my lip, my chest tightening. “I’ve thought about it. A hundred times. But what if it ruins everything? What if he doesn’t feel the same way?”“And wha
Roohi's POV“So, what are you doing out here all by yourself?” he asked, his tone suddenly more serious.“Just needed a break from all the excitement, I am not as a party person as you are. It's so calm here.” I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on the twinkling lights above us.Vihan was silent for a moment, and when I finally looked at him, his expression was softer than I’d expected. Almost... thoughtful.“I missed my friends; I know Mihir is busy; Gauravi is not here, so I came looking for you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.My heart skipped a beat, and for a brief, crazy moment, I wondered if this was it—the moment I’d been waiting for. But before I could say anything, Vihan’s phone buzzed, breaking the spell.He glanced at it and shook his head. “I should probably take this.”And just like that, the moment was gone.I watched as he stood up, flashing me an apologetic smile. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”I nodded, biting back the disappointment that thre
Vihan's POVNext day. MorningI was lost in a tantalizingly naughty dream, enjoying every second of it, when a sharp sound startled me awake. My phone was ringing, but as soon as I picked up the call, nobody replied from the other side. Opening an eye, I looked at the number; it was Mihir. What's wrong with him? The very next moment, my eyes blinked open, and the sight of the clock made my heart drop—11 AM!“Damn it!” I muttered, throwing the covers off. Two of my closest friends were getting married today, and since ceremonies were going on, I had to be there. I was already late. Mihir was probably fuming by now.Why didn't Roohi give me a wake-up call? I was thinking of packing my outfit for the wedding as I was sure I would not get any time to come back home and change my outfit. So I must pack it as well. As I rushed through my morning routine, one thought kept nagging at me—why hadn’t Roohi woken me up? She was always the one to ensure I didn’t screw up important days.Just
Vihan's POV But they both have been very close to each other. Almost a few years ago I had even become a bit jealous to see their friendship. They were always talking to each other all the time making Gaurvi and me feel left out. But they both were a bit different from Gaurvi and I. Gauravi and I were very outgoing, extroverts, fun loving, they both were more calm, level headed, a bit introvert. So maybe they were more comfortable with each other, but I was still hurt a bit. I shook my head and turned him to look at me. "But she didn't tell me..." I asked. " I guess she didn’t think you’d care because you were too busy with the pretty girls of the city..." He shrugged and said." Why is she not picking up the call?" I asked, getting hyper. "I guess she is with that guy..." He was saying but I was surprised to hear that. " What? She is with a guy? That's something new. I don't believe it. " I smiled confidently, but when the expression on Mihir's face didn't change, I felt that he
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 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
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
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 "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 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 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 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
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