Vihan's POV
Next 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 then I realised, that couple of days ago, we’d gone shopping for outfits for the wedding. Well, she had, while I’d fled halfway through. Roohi had promised to take care of everything—outfits, accessories, even my shoes. I hated shopping, but she always made it easy.
She must have selected our outfits. Thank God! I had Roohi, to save me from such boring things. I was sure she must have selected something nice for both of us.
I must tell her to pack my outfit as well as hers. And send me the pics so that I could select my footwear accordingly, though I was sure that all the accessories were provided with the outfit, even the footwear. It was strange; she didn't confirm my shoe size; maybe she remembered it from the last time we brought them together.
Let's see what she has chosen for me to wear for the wedding...
I kept calling her but she didn't pick up the call. What happened to her? I hoped she was fine; she had never done that.
“Where the hell is she?” I muttered, dialing once more. It wasn’t like Roohi to ignore me, especially not today.
I paused, guilt flickering. She’d looked off last night—distracted, maybe even upset. I should’ve asked her about it, but I’d gotten caught up in the attention and excitement. Was she angry? I will talk to her when I get there.
There was no time to overthink. I grabbed my keys and drove to the Shah mansion, hoping Mihir wouldn’t rip me apart.
The moment I stepped into Mihir’s room, he spun around, arms crossed, a scowl firmly in place.
“Look who decided to show up!” he snapped. “Where were you? Flirting your way across the city? I know flirting with the girls is most important to you, but can't you leave all the girls for just one day?”
“Good morning to you too,” I said, raising a brow. “Relax, I overslept.”
“Seriously? You overslept on my wedding day?” he asked
“I’m sorry, man. I was out late. And anyway, I figured Roohi would wake me up like she always does.”
" There is something commonly known as an alarm clock. Can't you afford it?" He asked.
" I have Roohi for that, but I don't know why she didn't wake me up today. " I replied.
Mihir’s frown deepened. “Roohi isn’t your personal alarm clock, Vihan. She is our friend; don't take her for granted; she does it because she is concerned for you, so don't treat her like an alarm clock. Maybe you should try taking responsibility for yourself for once.” Mihir said.
“Whoa, what’s with the attitude? I didn’t ask her to wake me up. She just...always does.” I retorted.
“Well, maybe she’s tired of always being the one to fix your messes,” he argued.
That stung more than I cared to admit. “Okay, what’s going on with you? You’re acting weird, I know you are angry, but stop it now. I don't take her for granted. I never told her to do anything for me, but she does that usually so I was amazed that she broke her record." I explained.
" Well, everything happens for the first time someday. Get used to it, my life is going to change as now I will be married to the love of my life, but you know how things are. Things will change for everyone eventually since change is the only constant thing. She would also get someone in her life to do all this for someone special. So get used to it." He said and something didn't sound right...
What was it?
Maybe he was getting cold feet before the wedding as he had never talked like that. Maybe the stress of getting married and starting a new life with his bride, who was pregnant and pinning for another man, was bothering him.
"I am sorry for not being here on time but it is not my fault entirely... I could not get up. Mom and Dad are busy with their work and the wedding."
"At least set an alarm on your phone; you always put reminders on your phones, right? Could you not set an alarm to get up on time? Or were you too busy to sleep last night? "
" Relax! Take a deep breath or you will have a heart attack. "
" Shut up! I know you are a cardiologist but I am a neurosurgeon too. I know all that. But don't you think I am supposed to get angry if my friends are not with me on the most important day of my life? "
" Sorry!!! But where is Roohi?" I said.
" She is very busy."
" Busy with what?"
"She is with Gaurvi, as she is back from the hospital, and all the rituals are being performed today." He answered.
"Oh, but why is she not picking up the call?" I asked as she never did that.
"How do I know, maybe she has something more important to do than to talk to you." He shrugged.
"But she never does that..."
Mihir sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Things are changing, Vihan. For all of us. Roohi isn’t always going to be there to pick up the pieces for you. Her family wants her to get married now.”
“What?” The word came out sharper than I intended.
“Yeah, She told me last night.”
What?
“She told you?” I asked, incredulous.
“She did."
What? She told him but not me?
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
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 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 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
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
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 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