Vihan's POV Something was wrong. Roohi wasn’t just busy—she was pulling away, and I didn’t know why.But one thing was certain: I didn't want her to be angry with me. She was one of my best friends. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Focus, Vihan. You’ve got a baraat to prepare for. I told Mihir that I would be back in an hour as I had left my bag at home. Went to get my outfit from my home. I was sure I must have something very nice in my wardrobe. So I went home and got ready. But my hands moved sluggishly as I sifted through the outfits I already had. It wasn’t like I didn’t have good options—but none of them seemed right. Or maybe it wasn’t the clothes. Maybe it was my mood.I threw one outfit after another onto the bed, annoyed. My mind kept drifting back to her. Why did she change her mind like that? We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember. She has been the one person I could always count on, the one who always made me feel like I was important. Bu
Vihan's POV The music of the dhol reverberated in the air, the lively beats signaling the arrival of the baraat. The courtyard was a riot of colors, laughter, and anticipation. Everyone was gathered, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the groom and his procession. I stood there, hands stuffed into my pockets, waiting for the Jindal family to welcome Baarat. And then, she arrived.Oh, my God!! Roohi came with her family—her brother, Raj, and his wife, Myra. But it was Roohi who stole the moment, who stole the air from my lungs. Her outfit was breathtaking—a lehenga in hues of wine and gold, a blend of traditional craftsmanship and contemporary elegance. The skirt flowed around her with a delicate sway, the intricate embroidery catching the light with every movement. The blouse was equally stunning, its fitted design adorned with sequins and beadwork that shimmered like stars. A sheer dupatta, edged in golden lace, draped gracefully over her shoulder, adding an ethereal touch
Vihan's POV The baraat reached the main entrance by now, the music and celebrations reaching a crescendo. But even amidst the chaos, my eyes kept drifting back to her. She was laughing with Mahi now, her smile lighting up the evening like fireworks. She hadn’t looked at me once till now. And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.She went to greet Mihir's parents with her family and they all said that she was looking very beautiful, very different today. "Yes, Aunty, I took her to my salon and told my team to give her a new look since it's her friend's wedding," Myra said. Roohi just smiled. "She is looking so pretty, I am sure many eyes will follow her today." Megha Aunty said. Shit, many sets of eyes were already following her. " Sia, I am sure your family will get many calls from the parents of some very eligible bachelors." Megha Aunty said and applied some Kajal behind Roohi's ear. She blushed at that. What the hell!! No! It was too soon to get married. She is only 26.But
Vihan's POV Just then we saw Gauravi coming with her family. She looked pretty, but I felt bad for Gauravi for her situation and felt good for Mihir as he was madly in love with her and I was sure that he would make her the happiest girl in the world very soon again. "Oh, God! I was late! She would be annoyed with me. I was supposed to be with her. " Roohi was feeling guilty as she was supposed to go and be with her and come back now with the bride. So I thought of changing the topic. " She is looking so pretty, but why the hell is she wearing that veil? Is that Gauravi? Who covers the face with a veil these days? What's wrong with her??" I asked what was bothering me as I had not expected this from Gauravi. She was not such a girl to accept even if she was forced to do it. " Whatever!! She is looking beautiful, but why did she change her lehenga? " Roohi muttered as if she was thinking aloud. " Hunh? What?" I asked her. " Nothing! " I looked at Mihir, and somehow Somehow,
Vihan's POV It was really strange as she never talked about any guy and I had never seen her talking to anyone other than Mihir, me, and her brothers/cousins." So, I am a doctor and everyone knows I am very handsome. " I said even before I could think about it. But why did I say that? Wait!! It seemed she didn't hear it. Thank God! I didn't want things to become weird between us. As it is, it was getting weird. Why the hell was she ogling at them?" Siddh is a boxing champion like Gautam uncle. No one will ever mess with me if I marry him. And Parshav is a Prince. Wow!! " She said looking at both of them continuously. " So what?? I belong to a royal family too. " I was getting annoyed all of a sudden; what was so special about them? Shut up, you idiot!! Do you want to get married?? I scolded myself. " Why are you telling me all that? Of course, I know it." She said but still kept ogling at them. What was wrong with her? " So?? " I asked with a shocked expression. " So?? " S
Vihan's POV " Ruhan is a duffer... He is a kid and doesn't know anything. You didn't have to do all this to look good... " I said. " Oh, please, Vihan, what's wrong with you? What is your problem if I am looking good for once? " She looked very irritated. " No, don't get me wrong, I am just saying that you don't need to listen to him and change yourself, you are good as you have always been. I love you as you are. " I explained. " It doesn't matter; you and Mihir are my best friends; of course, you both would say that you love me. But now, I want someone to love me as a man loves a woman, not as someone loves his or her best friend. I did this as my family wanted me to get settled; they say that I had attained my goal and become a very qualified doctor, and now I should pay some heed to myself and look like a young girl should. And I am enjoying it, what is the problem with that?" She said. "No problem, but if you want a boyfriend, you can have me as your boyfriend. As it is, we
Vihan's POV I tried to focus on the task at hand, but all of a sudden, Roohi got this overconfidence out somewhere, and she went to ask the men in that group about it. The sight of her negotiating with Siddh and Parshav set my teeth on edge. She was standing there, smiling that bright, genuine smile, her voice laced with that sweet, persuasive tone she used when she wanted something.And those guys—Siddh wasn’t too bad; he was kind of reserved like Mihir, but Parshav? That guy was grinning like a fool, leaning in just a little too close, enjoying her attention far more than he should.What the hell!! Get away from her! Why did she have to be so... friendly with them?Can't Ron see the way he is talking to his sister? Where are the rest of her brothers? Busy flirting girls, when someone was flirting with their sister, or could they only glare at me and Mihir? “Roohi, stop wasting time,” I muttered under my breath, trying to keep my tone calm, though irritation bubbled beneath the su
Vihan's POV I went toward the spot where Parshav had hinted the shoes might be hidden. My frustration simmered beneath the surface—at Roohi for being so friendly with them, at Parshav for grinning like he’d won some secret prize, and, most of all, at myself for not understanding why it bothered me so much.But before I could reach the hiding spot, Siddh, Parshav, and Srinidhi swooped in, retrieving the shoes before I even got close. Their victorious laughter grated on my nerves, and I clenched my fists.Mihir and Gauravi finished their vows, sealing their union with love and promises, but my thoughts were stuck elsewhere. On Roohi. On the way, she smiled at other guys. On the way it made me feel.And for the first time, I couldn’t convince myself it was just because I was protective. No, this was something else entirely. Ron gave it a try next, but Mihir’s mom, Megha Aunty, intervened, her authoritative voice cutting through the chaos. “Enough of this. It’s a ritual—let Mihir give th
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