Roohi's POV “Vihan, there’s no one here—” I said getting annoyed as I was in the middle of something. “Roohi, I don’t like you spending so much time with Kabir and Siddh,” he blurted out.Really? Why? I blinked, surprised. “Excuse me?” I wanted him to say that again. “They’re always around you, laughing with you, talking to you, dancing with you—”" So what is the problem with that?" I was desperate for him to say that he was getting jealous. " I just don't feel comfortable... " He said looking away. Say it, Idiot!!! “Oh my God, you’re sounding as if, you are jealous that I am making new friends. Don't worry, you are my best friend. They are just Gauravi's cousins for me.” I smiled at him.“I’m not jealous!” he shook his and said as if he was trying to convince himself, not me. “Yes, I know, but it looks as if you are!” I replied He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I’m just… concerned. I don’t trust them.”“Concerned? Vihan, they’re Gauravi’s cousins! We know
Vihan's POV The Night at Jindal Mansion Gauravi’s cousins had taken over the living room, transforming it into a cozy party zone with mattresses spread out, clean sheets tucked in, blankets tossed around, and pillows piled in every corner. Snacks were everywhere—chips, cookies, cold drinks—all ready for a long, sleepless night.The night buzzed with excitement, the air charged with the kind of energy that only comes from wedding celebrations.Everyone was enjoying it except for me as I was annoyed as hell because of those two guys, Siddh and Kabir. Thank god that Parshav had not come yet. I glanced around, taking in the scene. Gauravi’s wedding was just a few days away, and tonight was the perfect chance for all of us to let loose. But I could not relax... The stalker was roaming around. I had a feeling that he was someone I know well... Has to be someone we know. But who?Could that stalker be Kabir? He must have seen Roohi at Mihir's wedding as well. Oh my God!! I had to scr
Roohi’s POV An hour ago...The night buzzed with excitement. The elders had long since gone to bed, leaving the youngsters to claim the living room for a long wild, sleepless night. Mattresses were laid out, clean sheets and blankets spread, pillows tossed around haphazardly, and snacks were piled in every corner. There was an air of mischief, anticipation, and unrestrained joy—a night of endless possibilities.Vihan sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a distant expression. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze lingered longer than necessary on me before darting away.Oh God! What’s with him tonight? Ever since that admirer started sending me anonymous messages, Vihan had become extra cautious—bordering on possessive. Not that he would ever admit it, of course.I rolled my eyes, pretended to ignore him, and settled between Tami and Sri. Gauravi, as expected, was glued to her phone, probably talking to Shlok, she was glowing.I turned to see Tami
Roohi's POV After about 15 minutes, I noticed Siddh and Kabir whispering and exchanging amused glances, their eyes darting between Vihan and me. Something was definitely up.Across the room, Siddh was watching me, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.That was weird. I had never seen him smile like that. Siddh wasn’t usually this playful around me. In fact, that smile looked completely out of character.What's wrong with him? It seemed Vihan and Siddh had swapped personalities. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him, signaling with my hands, What’s with that grin? He simply shook his head and subtly glanced at Vihan.Curious, I followed his gaze. Vihan’s expression had hardened. His eyes darkened every time Siddh or Kabir so much as looked my way. His knuckles whitened around his glass, and he looked like he was ready to murder someone.Oh.Interesting.“Roohi!” Kabir called, waving me over. “Come here. We need your opinion.”I stood, making sure to toss my hair over my shoulder as
Roohi's POV The next morning, the house was buzzing with activity. Everyone was busy with wedding preparations, and I was in the living room with Gauravi, Kabir, and Siddh, finalizing the group performances. Vihan had yet to join us, so I gave him a call to wake him up.When he finally arrived, he looked very tired as if he didn't sleep for the whole night. I was feeling bad for him, but could not disobey my brother as he was my only hope to get my Vihan in my life. " Hey, Good morning!" "Good morning!" he said with a smile. Gautam uncle and Siddharth uncle were busy delegating tasks to everyone and the brunch was served and aunty told everyone to have brunch first. We were still having it when my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.Shit!! “You are looking beautiful today. The dress suits you perfectly.”My stomach dropped. I glanced around nervously, but Vihan noticed my unease.“What’s wrong?” he asked.“Nothing,” I lied, locking my phone.“Roohi,” he said, his
Roohi's POVAfter dinner, Gauravi dragged everyone for another round of dance practice.“Alright, couples! Pair up!” Gauravi clapped her hands, beaming with excitement.Kabir immediately took my hand. “Let’s go, partner!”Vihan’s jaw clenched. “Actually, I think Roohi should dance with me. Kabir can pair up with Sri?” he pulled my hand out of Kabir's. “Since when do you care about dancing?” Gauravi teased.“Since it is your wedding, I think, I should be dancing,” he said, locking eyes with me for a second too long before looking away. Gauravi burst out laughing. “Vihan, just admit it—you can’t stand Roohi dancing with anyone but you.”I expected Vihan to deny it, but instead, he grinned. “Maybe I just want to save everyone from her stepping on their toes.”“Oh, you’re dead!” I charged at him, laughing as he dodged away laughing. Kabir called after me, “Roohi, your partner is waiting!”I turned back, only to see Vihan standing right in front of me, blocking my way. “You’re dancing
Roohi's POV The wedding festivities at Gauravi’s house had been nothing short of a whirlwind, and I loved every moment of it. But what stood out most wasn’t the colorful chaos—it was Vihan’s constant, overbearing presence. One moment, he’d hover near me, fussing over the tiniest things, and the next, he’d be sulking, glaring at any guy who dared come within five feet of me.And honestly? I was having the time of my life watching him squirm.As the wedding drew closer, Vihan stayed by my side. He insisted on driving me to the market and even picked out clothes and jewelry for me, much to Gauravi's annoyance.“You’re really overdoing it,” I teased as we left the store.“Better safe than sorry,” he replied with a grin.Why can't he accept that he has feelings for me? The Haldi ceremony was vibrant, filled with laughter and teasing. Gauravi, glowing in her yellow outfit, sat gracefully as turmeric was applied to her cheeks. She kept sneaking shy glances at Shlok, who had somehow managed
Roohi's POV The wedding day finally arrived, and the excitement in the air was infectious. The house buzzed with activity, a kaleidoscope of colors, laughter, and chaos as everyone prepared for the big event. I stood before the mirror in my room, my heart pounding as I added the final touches to my look.The lehanga I had selected for the wedding was very pretty with the help of Mahi and Myra Bhabhi. I loved the moment I saw it when Myra Bhabhi showed it to me. It was in shades of midnight blue and silver, a perfect blend of elegance and opulence. The skirt, made of flowing silk, shimmered under the lights with intricate silver zari embroidery depicting floral and vine patterns. Tiny sequins and beads were scattered throughout, giving it the appearance of a starlit night. I was feeling very good. The blouse was delicately embroidered with silver thread and featured a sweetheart neckline, subtly adorned with pearl and crystal detailing. The sleeves were sheer, made of a soft net, wit
Six months laterI stared at the two pink lines for the fifth time that morning. No matter how many tests I took, they all screamed the same thing.Positive.I was pregnant.“Oh my God.” I sat back on the bathroom floor, breath caught somewhere between stunned and giddy. A dozen emotions danced in my chest—shock, nervousness, excitement… and one tiny, trembling ball of fear.Because how exactly was I going to tell Vihan Rathore—my drama king of a husband—that we were having a baby?I opened the bathroom door to find him already awake, shirtless, hair messy, standing with a cup of coffee and his ever-annoying smugness.“Took you long enough,” he said. “I was about to send a rescue team.”“I—I was just—uh…” I fumbled with the test behind my back.His eyes narrowed. “You okay?”I nodded, trying to hide the nervous grin tugging at my lips. “Totally. Peachy.”He squinted. “Roohi. What are you hiding?”And just like that, he stalked over to me, snatched my hand, and caught sight of the preg
Roohi's POV The moment we stepped off the seaplane, the warm, salty breeze kissed my face. A long wooden pier stretched out over the bluest water I’d ever seen. Palm trees swayed in the distance, and a small villa stood waiting like a dream.“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor,” the host said, handing us two chilled coconuts. “You have the island entirely to yourselves.”I looked at Vihan, completely overwhelmed.“You did all this?” I whispered.“For you. For us.”The villa was breathtaking—open air, wooden interiors, a bed that faced the ocean, and an outdoor shower with a tub made of stone nestled under a canopy of trees."This is breathtaking. Awesome! " I said. He carried me straight to the bed and laid me down gently.“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Of waking up to you. Sleeping beside you. Making love without anyone around having to sneak on us.”My breath caught.We didn’t speak for a long time after that.Only touched.Only felt.On
Roohi's POV He looked effortlessly elegant in an off-white kurta with muted gold embroidery, his eyes scanning the room before resting on me. He waited patiently as my family welcomed him.Mom handed him a sweet with a smile. “Welcome, beta. You’re part of this madness now.”Dad and Tauji patted his back. “Come in. We’ve all been waiting.”Ron stood silently, watching. Not disapproving—just protective.“You’re officially our kanwar ji now,” he said. “Hope you’re ready.”Vihan smiled. “I think I’ve always been ready. I just needed her to agree. By the way, I hope you will not serve me your special snacks now. If anything happens to me, what will happen to your sister?”Ron’s eyes softened.Sahaj grinned. “We were planning a prank welcome dish, but the elders vetoed it.”“Good,” Vihan replied. “I’ve had enough pretend-smiling through terrible food, right Ron?”Ron smirked.The house turned lively—drinks, snacks, chatter. Vihan seamlessly joined in, discussing the hospital with Dad, lau
Roohi's POV Eventually—eventually—we managed to bathe and get dressed, though it took far longer than it should have. We were giggling like teenagers, stealing kisses between every ritual of dressing. He insisted on helping drape my saree, his fingers grazing my bare waist far more times than necessary. Each touch left a trail of shivers, each stolen glance heating my cheeks.“You’re so distracting,” I scolded, struggling to slip on my bangles.“Good,” he said with a wicked grin. “That’s the plan. Shall we_”"No!" I glared at him and he smiled. By the time we made it downstairs, we were both slightly breathless, flushed, and—undeniably—head over heels in love.His mom raised an eyebrow at our entrance.Vidhi Aunty leaned over and whispered something to Sandhya Aunty, making them both burst into knowing laughter.Vikram uncle clapped Vihan on the back with a smirk. “Well, well. Looks like the prince had a good night.”I turned crimson. Vihan just grinned smugly.“Come, beta,” Sandhya
Roohi's POV His arm curled around my waist, pulling me close until I was curled against his chest. He kissed my forehead, then my temple. "That was just the beginning,” he whispered against my shoulder. “I plan to worship you every night.”I laughed softly, burying my face in his chest. “You’re insatiable.”“And you’re intoxicating.”We lay in silence for a moment, the only sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of the curtains swaying in the breeze.“Vihan?”“Hmm?”“You were worth the wait,” I said. He turned, tipping my chin up to meet his eyes. "And you, Rooh... you were worth giving up every other woman in the world."My heart ached with how full it felt.This wasn’t just a wedding night, this was the night two souls found their forever.And I knew, deep in my bones, that he would never let go.Not of me.Not of us.********I woke to the softest caress against my cheek.Warmth surrounded me—his scent, musky and deliciously masculine, still lingered in the sheets tangled ar
Roohi's POVThe world, the palace walls, the weight of waiting, the ache of all the silent years. It all melted into the warmth of his lips.It wasn’t a kiss of hunger, not yet. It was a kiss of longing—soft, slow, reverent. Like he was tasting every unshed tear, every whispered prayer, every heartbeat I’d saved just for him.The kiss was soft at first—tentative, exploring. Like a question. Like he was asking for permission.I answered with a whimper, my hands sliding up to curl around his neck. He groaned low in his throat, deepening the kiss, his arms circling around my waist and pulling me against him.He groaned softly, his hand slipping around my waist, holding me like he was afraid I’d vanish.I gasped at the contact, my body was arching involuntarily into his. Every nerve was vibrating, every sense overloaded.My dupatta slid from my shoulder, pooling at our feet. I didn’t care. Not when he kissed me like I was the only woman he had ever wanted. Not when his hands tangled in m
Roohi's POV The door clicked shut behind him.And just like that, the world shrunk to the space between us.Vihan stood still, barely a few feet away, yet the energy radiating off him made it feel like he was everywhere. The glow of the soft golden lamps flickered across his features, casting gentle shadows that only deepened the intensity in his eyes. His sherwani, regal and crisp, still hugged his broad frame perfectly, but a few strands of hair had come undone—wild, rebellious, like the storm brewing in his eyes.Silence settled, thick with unspoken anticipation. The room, dimly lit by the golden glow of candles, flickered softly against my lehenga. The scent of fresh jasmine from my hair mingled with the delicate perfume on my wrists. My heart raced, each beat was like a thunderous echo in the hush.Vihan stood a few feet away, the soft rustle of his sherwani the only sound. The fabric hugged his broad frame perfectly, every inch of him exuding power and grace. His hair, just sl
Roohi’s POV" Vihan put me down! It is not our tradition; please, let's not spoil our GrihaPravesh." I said, and Aunty nodded with a smile. "Ours or not, I like this tradition, I want to do it." He argued. " He is my son." Vikram uncle said proudly. " He is your clone. Happy?? Both are too much." Aunty said and rolled her eyes. " Let your mom do her tradition and then you can follow yours. " Vidhi Aunty said and winked at him. He grinned I buried my face in his chest as his mother and aunt burst into laughter.Finally, he put me down. I was blushing. "Welcome home, beta," Sandhya Aunty said, placing a soft tika on my forehead.Vidhi Aunty and Vidhya held a golden kalash at the doorstep."Kick this gently, Roohi," Vidhi explained. "It symbolizes you bringing prosperity into our home."I did as instructed, watching as the Kalash rolled inside the house.Aunt Vidhi and my sister-in-law, Vidhya, stood beside her, giggling excitedly.Vidhya teased me while placing a bowl of kumkum wa
The Wedding The ceremony began with traditional grandeur.The mandap was set under a canopy of jasmine flowers, the fire flickered beautifully, and our families sat around, watching with joy.And Vihan?Oh my God!! He was watching me like a starved man.Every time I tried to focus on the rituals, his fingers brushed against mine, his touch electric, making me squirm.When we took our saat pheras, he tightened his grip on my hand, his thumb stroking circles on my palm.He and his circles...My entire body burned.When he applied sindoor, he leaned close, whispering, "You’re completely mine now, Mrs. Rathore."I shivered.And when he tied the mangal sutra around my neck, he bent down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear."I’m going to make love to you tonight."I choked on air.My brother glared at him. "What did he just say?"Raj bhai asked. "NOTHING!" I said, pushing Vihan away.Vihan just chuckled darkly.Idiot!! Devil!! ********Roohi's POV The moment I had dreaded all my life