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 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
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
Roohi’s POV After the Sangeet NightThe sangeet had ended hours ago, yet here I was, staring at the ceiling of my room, the melodies and laughter still echoing faintly in my mind. My best friends were getting married tomorrow, and I was supposed to feel nothing but joy. But tonight, joy eluded me.Instead, my thoughts kept circling back to Vihan. It wasn’t new; he had this uncanny ability to occupy my thoughts even when I tried to push him away.This time, though, it wasn’t just about him—it was about letting him go. Could I? Could I ever?A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Letting him go, I thought. How could I let go of someone who had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember? Every little moment we had ever shared came rushing back, unbidden as if my mind had decided to replay the story of us in vivid detail. It was maddening and overwhelming.I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me one last time. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to face the r
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
Roohi's POV The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure a lot. The deep back of the dress was revealing her smooth skin framed by the shimmering lace. She was looking very pretty making Mihir look tense all of a sudden. " Oh, wow!!! That dress is amazing!! She looks Sexy!! " Vihan said with a low whistle. Idiot!!! He could not stop flirting with her. Thank god Tami was married to Mihir now or Vihan would have flirted with her. " What nonsense! I think the dress is just too much for this occasion. " Mihir said. " Maybe, but if she is looking so good, it doesn't matter. " Vihan said. Mihir shook his head and went a bit closer to Tami as Parshav was still flirting with her. "Vihan, how can you flirt with Tami, she is Mihir's wife. " I glared at him. "And I was reminding him of it subtly. Did you see how was he glaring at me? He doesn't want her as his wife but he glares at every man who looks at her. See, he has gone to claim her. " He said. I was
Vihan's POV. I was in the hospital when Mihir called up, " Hey! What's up?" "Mom and Dad are throwing a party for Tami as she topped in her college as well as university. " " Wow! That's great!!" " Yeah, whatever... so come over in the evening. Is Roohi with you? " "No, she is in the OPD at the moment, but I will give your message to her. " I replied. " As it is, Kapoors are invited by Dad. They wanted to invite all their friends, but I told them that I was not comfortable with the Malhotra family at the moment, so only Jindal and Kapoor's families were invited. I will wait for both of you, please don't be late. I will not be able to tolerate all that drama alone." He said. " We will be there on time. " I assured him. ********* When Roohi was free, I told her about Tami's results and Mihir's invitation. She looked very excited and asked me to help them get closer. " Whatever happened has already happened; we can't change it, so we must help Mihir see that Tami is a beautifu