All Chapters of Playboy vs Loveguru: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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“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 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 I rolled onto my back, the memory shifting to one of our many family vacations.I was five, sitting in the middle of a room full of toys, my hair tied into pigtails, clutching a stuffed rabbit that had seen better days. Vihan had just barged into my house, his tiny face flushed with excitement, holding a box of chocolates he had stolen from his mother's drawer.“Roohi, let’s play doctor!” he declared, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He always loved playing doctor just like his dad. Even then, I suppose, his destiny was already calling to him.I had agreed without hesitation, of course, as I always did when it came to him. We’d spent hours diagnosing my stuffed rabbit with imaginary ailments, and he’d carefully “treated” it, offering chocolate pills as the cure. My rabbit survived every time, and my laughter echoed through the room. That became our favorite game while we used to enjoy the chocolates that were meant to be taken by my rabbit as medici

Roohi's POV By the time we hit high school, my one-sided love for Vihan had fully blossomed into a dramatic saga worthy of a prime-time soap opera. I could no longer ignore it. It wasn’t just about his small, protective gestures anymore—it was everything about him. The problem was, I was the only one who seemed to know about it.By then, Vihan had perfected his playboy persona.He flirted with everyone—except me.I watched as he charmed his way through our school, leaving a trail of swooning girls in his wake. I hated how easy it was for him, how effortlessly he was drawing attention wherever he went. Girls adored him, teachers praised him, and even the boys in our batch couldn’t help but admire and envy him at the same time. But through all the attention, all the adoration, he remained oblivious to the one person who cared for him the most.But high school wasn’t all laughter and stolen moments. There were times when my heart felt like it was being shattered into pieces, each one sh