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Shanaya felt a knot of dread tighten in her stomach as she observed Dhruv taking a deliberate bite of the cake slice he had just cut. Time seemed to slow down as he savored the morsel, maintaining an inscrutable expression on his face. The anticipation weighed heavily on Shanaya, who anxiously awaited his verdict. With bated breath, she finally mustered the courage to ask, "Well? How was it?" Dhruv's initial response was unexpected—an abrupt cough that caught Shanaya off guard. Concern immediately washed over her, and she hurriedly moved closer to him, gently patting his back in an attempt to provide some relief. But to her surprise, his cough transformed into a hearty belly laugh that reverberated through the room. "You were right," Dhruv managed to say between fits of laughter. "You should never bake again." “What the fuck, Dhruv!” Shanaya's eyes widened, a mixture of mock offense and genuine amusement playing on her face. She couldn't help but join in the laughter, her tense sho
For a moment all Shanaya could hear and feel was a strange buzzing in her ears and the palpable beating of her heart. She was almost sure she was about to faint. Dhruv's eyes fluttered to her from where he kneeled on the floor. She felt her throat tighten with every passing moment.What was he trying to do?“You have to say yes, Shan,” he repeated, looking at her with hopeful eyes. She shook her head adamantly. “Dhruv? No!”Was he about to pull out a ring and propose to her? All of a sudden? There was no way she knew how to react to something like that. She liked him. She might even love him back. But the proposal was too much and too soon.His hands reached out and held hers and he replied, his voice soft and true, “I want to travel the world with you. Let me take you somewhere.”Shanaya exhaled, her thoughts a mix of disappointment and surprise. She allowed him to continue. His voice reflected vulnerability, and she sensed a little pleading in it. “I just fixed a huge fucking bus
Dhruv relished the sensation of the cool sand beneath his feet as he strolled along the beach with Shanaya. The dark sky spread above them, adorned with a multitude of sparkling stars. Time seemed inconsequential in that moment, as he focused solely on the company of the woman he held dear. He didn't need to glance at his watch to know the hour; it simply didn't matter. If Shanaya wished to wander along the shoreline all night, he would gladly join her, embracing every precious moment by her side, with only the rhythmic crashing of the waves accompanying their footsteps. Shanaya wore a stunning red dress adorned with delicate white daisies, and he couldn't help but admire the way it flowed behind her, gently swaying in the wind. Every so often, he observed her graceful form bend down to collect a seashell, entrusting them to his care. With a tender smile, Dhruv tucked each treasure into the pockets of his jeans, cherishing the small mementos of their evening. Out of the blue, she pos
[DHRUV] “Why did you leave? Tell me, Dhruv!” Dhruv did not understand how the night had taken this sudden turn. He soon realized that Shanaya had been suppressing her emotions. They had never truly confronted each other about what had happened all those years ago. Maybe now was the perfect time. He saw the pain in her eyes. He wanted to wrap his arms around her so she would not cry but when he leaned forward, she smacked his chest. “No. Don’t do that, Dhruv,” Shanaya warned him through trembling lips. “I cried myself to sleep every night. There was so much going on. And I wanted you to be there. You weren’t.” Dhruv felt a pang in his chest as memories flashed through his mind. He remembered calling her a hundred times. But she had not received any of his calls. He recalled how he had stood outside her house, but she had declined to meet him. He had not turned his back, not until he believed she wanted nothing from him. She sobbed and when she finally continued, her voice was str
*Three days before the wedding* “Rekha, are you sure nothing’s on the stove?” Shanaya asked as she paced around her apartment in search of her car keys. “Yes. I’m almost done with the dishes,” her maid called out from the kitchen. “Okay,” she replied and then whispered to herself, “What if Dhruv has the keys?” For a moment she panicked, recalling their escapade the previous night which had ended with Dhruv driving her back home in her car. Kirti had decided to stop by to make some final last-minute decisions about the sequence of events and decoration placements — which had ended up being convenient for Dhruv as he had managed to get a lift home in her car. It had taken time but Dhruv’s sister had finally adjusted to the idea of them being together. She now openly teased them and sometimes Neil would join in too — only to go quiet immediately on receiving a death glare from Dhruv. A sigh of relief left her lips when she finally found the keys jutting out of the corner of her
Raunak noticed her at the same moment and he mumbled something to Harish who gave him a curt nod before taking a seat beside Suhala. Then he walked straight towards Shanaya. Neil stepped forward before she could say anything and placed a hand on Raunak’s shoulder. “Thanks for coming so soon, man. We all got worried,” he said to him. Raunak assured him, “There’s nothing to worry about.” Neil sighed before glancing at Shanaya. She understood what that look meant. As Shanaya and Raunak began walking towards the door, she asked him, barely keeping the surprise from her voice, “How am I just finding out you’re a doctor?” Raunak just shrugged at her question, his lips set into a straight line. “Did Neil know? Anyone else?” “I didn’t tell you because your grandmother didn’t want anyone to find out,” he revealed causing her eyebrows to furrow in confusion. She shook her head. “I don’t understand why she’d do that.” “Maybe she didn’t want to worry you,” he offered and halted. Shanaya r
When Shanaya reached the Sangeet venue — which was again the same place where three months ago, the engagement ceremony was held — she avoided going anywhere close to Dhruv at all costs. She would find herself drawn to wherever he stood, her eyes often staring at him as he laughed during a conversation but she reminded herself of how important it was to stay away. A few days ago, he had introduced her to Anjali and she had realized how different the actress was from what she had expected her to be. Anjali was down to earth and kind, knowing when to say exactly what. She reminded Shanaya of Noor, but while Kabir’s wife was more on the shy side, Anjali exuded confidence with every breath she took. Shanaya spent her time walking around, greeting people she knew, and making sure she didn’t bump into either Raghav or Anvita Kapoor. Anjali engaged her in a new conversation — focusing on Kirti’s new design release that was going to happen in some weeks. Shanaya could only listen half-hear
Shanaya felt trapped, as if her body had become immobile and her voice had deserted her. Dhruv's attempt to approach her with reassurance only elicited a groan of despair from her. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to find a way to express herself. "Please, give my parents a chance to explain themselves. You deserve to hear our side of the story," Dhruv pleaded, his voice filled with gentleness. "I wish I had the courage to tell you earlier, but I couldn't... because I knew how much you loved and respected your father." Shanaya struggled to find the right words, her voice trailing off as she weakly raised a finger towards Dhruv, only to let it drop as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't," she finally managed to utter. Without hesitation, Dhruv closed the distance between them, gently placing a hand on her cheek. Shanaya instinctively leaned into his touch, though at the back of her mind, the fear of being discovered by someone, especially his mother who was watchin
Epilogue *A year later* “I need two more minutes, Shan,” Dhruv said through trembling lips. He let out a loud exhale. “Today’s an important day. I’ve never felt this way before any of my business meetings.” Shanaya placed her hand over his in a reassuring manner, passing him a genuine smile. “Hey, silly. This is a lot more difficult than any business meeting you’ll ever have.” Leaning forward, she reached out her hand to touch his cheek. “I’m glad I’m doing this with you. When we see her, everything will feel great. All this nervousness is going to fade into joy which will last a lifetime.” He nodded. “Of course, babe. I know that.” He wetted his lips before letting out another sigh. “Wow, I’m so ready to do this with you. Just give me one minute.” Shanaya agreed, nodding. She had never seen him so nervous. It was surprising and amusing at the same time. The air carried with it the scent of petrichor, greeting her senses as stepped out of her car. It was still warm despite the re
Shanaya couldn’t get any words out of her mouth as she watched Dhruv easily knock against the door to her grandmother’s room before he walked inside with a smile. How could he do that so casually? What was Shanaya missing? When she turned around to see Kirti’s face, she found amusement on it—not confusion like she had expected. “Is this really happening right now, Kirti? Please pinch me!” she said hurriedly, her voice filled with panic. Kirti laughed in response, instead urging her, “Go inside. I bet he needs you by his side.” “He’s not just about to do what he said he was going to,” Shanaya mumbled more to herself than to Kirti, gently patting her chest that stirred in anticipation. “Please, tell me.” His sister inched closer, a look of understanding crossing her eyes. “Dhruv hasn’t mentioned it to you, but he has been secretly visiting Dadi ever since she got sick. Actually, she was the one who requested him to meet her.” “But why would she do that?” “She… she felt sorry an
Ahail cleared his throat, adjusting the tie around his neck before he persuaded himself to press the doorbell. The moment was exhilarating. He felt as though he was going on an adventure—even though confronting someone did not count as one. But that night, he was determined to set things right. He had delayed far too long already. The door opened with a jerk and Noor’s face fell as she spotted him. The curious look faded away into a frown before she quickly replaced it with a difficult smile. He knew her enough to see right through it. Right then, as the moment stood silent, he debated with himself. He could walk away, ending the conversation before it started. Noor was already uncomfortable, he could see that. But the annoying voice inside his mind—that had been bothering him for days—urged him to stay put. He had to do this. He had to do it for Shanaya. And for himself. “Hey,” he managed to say, his voice coming out thick despite clearing his throat seconds before. When he he
The conversation with Nazir swirled inside Shanaya’s mind long after he left with Shaheer. All through the day as she sat through meetings and walked around her office, she pictured how things would’ve been had Nazir found the courage to confess his love for her grandmother, Suhala. If fate had favoured him, Shanaya would not exist. And if Suhala had indeed rejected him, it would have likely ruined their friendship. Shanaya was more baffled than sorry for the old man. Not once had she sensed even the hint of unrequited love from Nazir despite seeing her grandmother with him for several years. He did a great job hiding his feelings, and she could only imagine how heavy it weighed on him. She realised how lucky she was to get a second chance with Dhruv. Where would she be had he not stormed back into her life? Everything was better with him. And she had missed that feeling for all these years never knowing she had been craving it. She sighed, an audible cue for when she was do
As the morning sun bathed her white cabin in warm hues, Shanaya sat at her desk, engrossed in her work. She had things to take care of that day and with Priya back to work, she was glad to have someone to rely on. After the previous night had ended, Shanaya was reluctant to leave Dhruv’s side. She wanted to continue being in his arms, his touch bringing her the comfort that she craved. But then when Dhruv told her that at the end of the day, she’ll be back in his arms, she smirked at her and laughed it off. She teased him, making him look like a lovesick person. Once more, the world was abuzz with discussions about them. The rumors surrounding their relationship intensified, particularly when Anjali confidently appeared in public with her high school sweetheart and declared their engagement. Speculations arose regarding the nature of the bond between Anjali and Dhruv, yet neither of them contributed to the gossip mill. Dhruv reassured Shanaya that if she wasn't bothered by people's
Hours later Shanaya was in Kabir’s clinic, staring at the pictures hung up on the walls with other posters that gave out important information about hygiene as she recited the incident to him. Kabir’s eyes were wide as saucers. “She really asked you that?” “Yes,” Shanaya said, chewing on her bottom lip. “Future husband.” Kabir shook his head, sighing in disbelief. “Are you sure you didn’t just hallucinate that?” he emphasized, placing his elbows on the table. “Kabir, come on. She has… changed. I think she believes she doesn’t have enough time to hold grudges anymore.” “I think,” her best friend began. “She realizes that he makes you happy. And that’s what she wants for you. She has seen you struggle, Shanaya. No one else has been an active observer.” Shanaya shrugged. “So, that’s a good thing, right? It means she approves.” Kabir checked his wristwatch, his eyebrows narrowing. He stood up and took off his whit coat. He tried to sound nonchalant but Shanaya sensed the curiosity
The sun was shining outside, casting a bright and warm glow into the room through the pushed-back curtains. After a continuous spell of rain that had almost got Shanaya worried, the sky had cleared. ‘Everything is fine,’ she told herself. ‘I’m happy.’ But that was the way to jinx it—admitting that things were good. And then her brain did all it could to dampen her mood. This time, however, Raunak was there to distract her. “Alright, one more step… Ah, that’s great. You’re doing good,” Raunak claimed, helping Suhala get back to her wheelchair. “You’ve made a lot of progress, Mrs. Arora. It won’t be long before you’re sprinting up and down these stairs.” Suhala laughed it off, the sound of her croaky laughter echoing in the room. She sat down with a sigh, leaning her head back. If the venture had exhausted her, that was the sign. However, Shanaya could see nothing on her face that implied any pain. Shanaya smiled to herself, acknowledging that Raunak’s words were an exaggeration
When the next morning dawned, Shanaya was eager to leave. She had begun regretting her decision of coming to her family house. She was sure nothing would’ve changed had her uncle revealed the truth to her on the phone call. But even then, a part of her knew she would not resist being away knowing her brother had been injured in a fight. Shanaya’s puffy eyes were noticed by everyone at the table during breakfast. Ahail was of course absent, so Suhala had sent breakfast over to his room. The old woman had let her go but not before giving her an emotional lecture, pleading at the end to find Ahail a job in their family business. Shanaya had no choice but to agree despite all the questions that had rushed past her mind. Did Ahail even want to work for the company? Suhala seemed not to care. Her only concern was to see him being busy yet again but everyone knew perfectly well what happened when he had nothing to do. Shanaya drove to her office that foggy morning after making sure
When Shanaya entered through the door of her family mansion, her doubt was confirmed. Something was definitely amiss. Harish, her uncle, sat with his hand holding his head. His face was covered with a worried expression. She could breathe the discomfort in the air—something grave had happened. Suhala was sleeping in her wheelchair. Well, at least her eyes were closed as her she leaned back, her head resting against the edge of the backrest. “Uncle,” Shanaya greeted, carefully treading forward. Harish jumped in his seat, startled by her approach. He held a hand against a chest before he stood up and nodded. “Shanaya,” he said. That was all he said. “Tell me what has happened,” she demanded, her voice unwavering. Suhala was awakened by their loud conversation. Her wearing eyes looked around the room in search of someone, before they finally landed on Shanaya. “Oh, my child. You’re here finally.” “Dadi,” she mumbled, facing her momentarily before she gazed at Harish again. She