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
Vihan's POV All the ceremonies and rituals were completed, and Gauravi and Shlok finally tied the knot. Thank God! One less thing to worry about. At least that Kabir guy would head back to his home. But Siddh... Siddh was still around at the hospital, which meant I couldn’t completely relax. And, to my immense relief, Parshav didn’t show up for the wedding. Some emergency at the hospital in Bikaner kept him away. Small mercies. Thank you, God.********After the vidaayi, I got home, exhausted but restless. Sleep refused to come, my thoughts spiraling back to Roohi. She’s been on my mind more than usual lately. I couldn’t pinpoint when things started to shift, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Maybe I never had.Looking back, Roohi was always there, woven into the fabric of my life. I remember the first time I met her- Saving her from a dog when we were kids earned me the nickname “knight in shining armor,” and I wore it proudly. She was my damsel, though she never really nee
Vihan's POV Sleep seemed like a distant dream tonight. The memories kept flooding back to me, unbidden and relentless, as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.She’s always been there—steady, unchanging like the sun rising every morning without fail. But lately, something feels off.Roohi had always been my Roohi—the one person who understood me without words. Losing that connection felt like losing a piece of myself.Then I went to a memory lane which brought a smile to my face. There was that rainstorm. It was just the two of us, running and laughing like kids again. But when I looked at her, soaked and smiling, something shifted. For a fleeting moment, I saw her, not as my best friend but as... A very beautiful girl, I don't know where a thought came from about me wanting to kiss her in the rain all of a sudden. For a split second, I thought what if__? But I brushed it aside. Roohi was my best friend; I couldn't mess that up by making her feel awkward. The thought scared me.When
Vihan's POV Roohi was too kind, too trusting, and completely unaware of how guys see her. I wasn’t going to let some random guy like Aaditya or that intern take advantage of her innocence.When Aaditya asked her to be his lab partner, I couldn’t stand it. The guy had no business being around her. I didn’t even think twice before stepping in.I hated how oblivious she was to the way guys looked at her. Roohi always thought the best of people and always gave them the benefit of the doubt. But I knew better. I saw the way that Aaditya guy stared at her during lab sessions, and it made my blood boil. I didn’t even think twice before stepping in, making sure she ended up as my partner instead. When she confronted me about it later, demanding to know why I opted to be her partner when so many girls wanted to be my partner, I didn’t have an answer.How could I tell her that seeing her with someone else made me feel like I was losing a part of myself? That she wasn’t just my friend—she was m
Vihan's POV And then I recalled that party — the grand farewell to our internship. I’ll never forget pulling her onto the dance floor. Dancing with her felt like the most natural thing in the world. For those few minutes, it was just us. Her laughter wrapped around me, and I thought, This is it. This is where I want to be. But just then, the fear crept in, the weight of expectations pressing down on me. I couldn't let myself get too close. So I turned to Gauravi — safe, expected Gauravi — and shattered whatever spell I’d cast with Roohi.I realized it wasn’t Gauravi’s smile I sought that night. It was Roohi’s. I didn't feel the same though both of them were my friends. Now, thinking about all this I can’t shake the feeling I’ve made a mistake. I thought I’d have time to figure it all out, to find the words to tell Roohi how much she meant to me. But time’s up.Why the hell does she need to look so much more beautiful now? I was already suffering ignoring my feelings for her, imagin
Vihan's POV Four days had passed since any gift was delivered. We were busy with Gauravi's wedding but it seemed that either the stalker knew that Roohi was not at the hospital as she was busy with her friend's wedding. Or maybe the stalker was also busy somewhere, like at the same wedding. He was surely someone we knew well. But who was it?? Why was he not coming forward if his intentions were honorable? I was going mad... Because I wanted the stalker to make a mistake so that I could catch him. Things started to feel normal again, at least on the surface. Roohi was her usual self — bubbly, kind, and completely oblivious to my inner turmoil. But then came the bombshell: Dr. Parshav joined the hospital as a gynecologist.It happened on an ordinary afternoon. Roohi and I were heading to the cafeteria when Siddh and Parshav appeared in our path. Siddh was smiling, and Parshav looked polished, professional, and annoyingly charming.“ Hey, Roohi!” Siddh said. “Guess who’s joined our
Roohi's POV Finally, we reached Jodhpur for the engagement. Most of our family friends, and relatives also reached there. Rathore family had made arrangements for all the guests in their various havelis. Our family shared it with my Mamu's family and Mohit's uncle's family; of course, Viren also stayed with us, though Shaurya also wanted him to stay with them. Jindal family, Shah family and Rajwanshi family stayed in one and Malhotras stayed at their own haveli with Sahil uncle as he insisted. So Gauravi and Shlok stayed there. Mihir and Tami have married again recently and were supposed to go on their honeymoon, but Vihan told him to go after our wedding, and then we all could go on honeymoon together; of course, he agreed to wait for some time as he could not miss our wedding. Rathore family stayed with Vidhi aunty and Shubh uncle in their main haveli. Vihan had barely let me breathe since our families had arrived here from Delhi, wrapping me in his possessiveness, his mischi
Roohi’s POV" Why did he ask them to do it?? " He asked. " What do you think?? " " You wanted me to get jealous??" " Correction!! Bhai wanted you to get jealous and react. " " But why?? He didn't even like me then. " He asked. " Vihan, I am sorry, I have a confession to make... But please don't be mad at me. " " Why are you saying it? I can't get mad at you. Tell me! " He asked looking into my eyes. " Bhai did all of that because I sought his help to make you fall for me. " I said. He looked absolutely shocked to know it. And finally, it sank into him. " You asked him to make me fall for you?? " He asked. " Means all that time, you have been in love with me??" " I fell for you even before I knew what love was and I never got over you. " I said and explained everything. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me so hard that I could hardly breathe; he broke the kiss only when we were short of breath. " You are a naughty girl, and that brother of yours is truly a LoveGuru. I swea
Roohi's POV I was enjoying every moment of our courtship period. One evening, instead of taking me to a fancy restaurant, he led me to a bookstore."For you," he whispered, guiding me inside.I gasped softly, my fingers itching to touch the shelves filled with stories and dreams. "Vihan…""You love books. I love you. So now, I love books too," he said simply.We spent hours there, picking books for each other. He sat on the floor, flipping through pages, looking at me like I was the most fascinating story of all.At one point, I found a book with a beautifully written love confession. I read it aloud, my voice trembling slightly.When I finished, Vihan took the book from my hands, set it aside, and whispered, "Mine was better."Before I could ask, he kissed my forehead and walked to the counter, buying every single book I had even glanced at."Vihan, we don't want so many books. " But he was adamant and we came back carrying lots of books. *******One night, long past midnight, whe
Third person's POV After Roohi’s family performed the ritual of blessing the couple, Ron handed Vihan a heavy envelope.“What’s this?” Vihan asked.“Your membership card to the 'Whipped Husbands' club,” Ron smirked. Everyone burst into laughter, including Roohi."Hey, what's wrong with OPH club? " Sujoy asked. "We all have been it's part."" Yes, but that is for oldies, uncle, new generation, new club. But of course, we will still be a part of that club as well." Ron replied " Who is the president of your club? " Rahul asked. " That we can decide later on." Shlok smiled. Everyone else nodded.******As the ceremony wrapped up, Sujal played a romantic tune, and everyone cheered for the couple’s first dance.As the music played, Saanjh and Sujal dragged the couple to the center for a dance. Vihan, ever the charmer, pulled Roohi close and whispered, “Ready to be Mrs. Rathore? I am excited to have you as my wife.”Roohi teased, “Let’s survive the engagement and wedding first.”The nigh
Third person's POV Ron and Raj, though furious beyond words, softened just a little at their mother’s words. But their rage was far from gone.Rohit finally spoke, his voice eerily calm. "We are going to make him pay for this."Ron nodded. "He won’t get away with this. I will ruin that family. "Raj let out a sharp breath. "If he even breathes in Roohi’s direction again—"Vihan stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression was unreadable, his shoulders stiff, his entire body practically vibrating with a controlled fury. He walked over to Roohi, kneeling in front of her, cupping her face gently, as if afraid she would break."He’ll never touch you again," he swore, his voice thick with emotion. "I will make sure of it."Roohi looked at him, her teary eyes searching his, finding the raw intensity there. The protectiveness. The unspoken emotions that neither of them could voice right now.For the first time since she had woken up, she felt truly safe."Enough,"
Third person's POVThe atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and suffocating silence, each heartbeat echoing the rage and fear coursing through the family. Roohi lay on the couch, pale and visibly shaken. Every second felt like an eternity as everyone stood around her, restless and furious. Her mother, Sia, sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, whispering prayers under her breath. Priya and Sandhya were also waiting anxiously for her to be fine. Ron and Raj stood nearby, their jaws clenched, fists curled into tight balls as rage simmered inside them. Vihan, his usually confident and playful demeanor replaced by pure, undiluted fear, crouched close, his eyes fixed on Roohi's face.The mere thought of what had happened to Roohi made their blood boil. Ron, Raj, and Vihan looked ready to tear someone apart. And then, finally, a faint movement.When her eyelids fluttered open, the entire room collectively held its breath. For a moment, she looked dazed and confused. Her gaze
Vihan's POV My chest burned with fury. The rage inside me exploded. Over my dead body.“He’s planning to marry her,” Ron muttered darkly.“I will kill him before that,” Raj growled.We ditched our cars a short distance away and approached on foot, moving like a pack of wolves ready to tear apart their prey.Sujal and I spotted guards at the entrance. Big, burly men with earpieces. Armed.Ron smirked. “Shall we?”" No, I will handle him. " I said. Before I could do it, he and Raj took them down swiftly and brutally. A knife slashed through the air—silent, efficient.The first guard didn’t even get time to scream.We stormed in, our presence sending the men inside into chaos. Some of Ahuja’s hired goons charged at us, but we were ready.Raj and Ron took down the first two guys within seconds, fists flying. Sujal threw a punch that sent another man sprawling.I wasn’t even paying attention to them. My focus was singular. Roohi.We moved in deeper, sticking to the shadows. Every step wa
Roohi’s POVTaking a deep breath, I kept the phone in my grip and cautiously stepped out of the car, my heels clicking softly against the pavement. The girl wasn’t moving.Each step toward the girl made my heartbeat pound louder. My heart hammered as I knelt beside her, my fingers reaching for her pulse.Cold skin.No heartbeat.My breath hitched.My stomach twisted.Something wasn’t right.The hair on the back of my neck stood up.Then—A sharp, chemical scent invaded my senses.Chloroform.My heart slammed against my ribs.I jolted upright, whirling around—Too late.A hand clamped over my mouth.I thrashed, twisting my body, but someone grabbed me from behind, an arm tightening around my waist, and my scream got muffled.Panic exploded inside me.I kicked wildly, my nails scratching against rough skin. My phone slipped from my grip, clattering onto the pavement.NO!!! I couldn’t let this happen.I fought harder, my elbow slamming into someone’s ribs. A grunt of pain, followed by a
After about one and a half hoursVihan’s POVI wiped the sweat off my forehead as I stepped out of the operating room. The surgery had been intense, and every second had been a battle between life and death. But the patient was stable now.My first instinct was to pull out my phone and call Roohi. The thought of her alone, driving home, gnawed at me the entire time I was in the OR. I should have insisted harder. Should have made her wait for one of her brothers to come and pick her up. But she had smiled at me, kissed my cheek, and walked away with all the confidence in the world.I unlocked my phone, expecting at least a text from her.Nothing.A frown tugged at my lips. Roohi wasn’t the type to leave me waiting.I scrolled through my notifications. Missed calls from Ron. Missed calls from Raj.My heart dropped.I immediately called Ron back, my fingers trembling. He picked up a single ring.“WHERE THE HELL IS ROOHI?” Ron’s voice was sharp, panic laced in every word.I froze. My stom