All Chapters of Playboy vs Loveguru: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roohi's POV The next day, there was another Holi celebration, and we were surrounded by bursts of color and laughter.I had been trying to avoid him, unsure of how to deal with the new confusing whirlwind inside me. But Vihan was relentless. He asked me to come and play, but I said that I was not in the mood and was with my younger cousins, Sahaj and Saanjh, and my brother Ruhan, Mahi. My older brothers/cousins ( Raj, Ron, Sujal, and Viren) were busy with their group. Mihir and Gauravi also applied color to my face and asked me to play with them, but I told them that I was a bit under the weather. But Vihan cornered me by the water pump, his face streaked with vibrant pinks and yellows.“Why are you hiding, Roohi?” he asked, his voice teasing but with an undercurrent of concern.I had looked away, pretending to focus on the ground, but he wasn’t having it. He smeared a streak of color across my cheek, his touch lingering for a moment too long. My heart raced, and I hated how obvious

Roohi's POV Next week, One of the seniors threw a party to celebrate finishing finals, and Vihan insisted we all go.“Come on, Roohi. Live a little,” he said, dragging me away from my textbooks.The party was loud and chaotic, and Vihan immediately disappeared into the crowd. I found Mihir, who was having a mojito and rolling his eyes.“Let me guess—he’s flirting with someone,” Mihir said, nodding toward Vihan, who was chatting with a girl in a red dress.I tried to act indifferent. “He’s just being friendly.”“Friendly? He’s practically reciting poetry to her,” Mihir deadpanned.I watched as Vihan leaned closer to the girl, laughing at something she said. My stomach churned, but I forced a smile.“You okay?” Mihir asked, his voice softer.“Yeah,” I lied.When Vihan finally returned, I pretended I hadn’t noticed his absence.“Having fun?” he asked, handing me a drink.“Loads,” I said sarcastically.“Good,” he said, tracing a quick circle on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want my favorite g

Roohi's POV Valentine’s Day in medical college was chaotic. The campus buzzed with couples exchanging gifts and shy students mustering the courage to confess their feelings.I had no expectations from Vihan—after all, Vihan never saw me that way. I braced myself for another year of watching Vihan charm every girl in sight.And I also knew if that guy in our batch gave me something today, Vihan would get to know, and he would get annoyed with that guy. I was scared that he would punch the poor guy, but I was surprised that no one approached me; I was relaxed as well as upset. Though a few guys kept ogling at me, no one approached me, while Gauravi got gifts and flowers. But then a small box appeared on my desk miraculously. My heart raced as I opened it, finding a single rose and a note: To the sweetest and the prettiest girl I know. Happy Valentine’s Day.Oh my God!! It was Vihan's handwriting. For a moment, I dared to hope that he...Just then Vihan leaned over with a casual grin.

Roohi's POV The Next DayFlashback...The library was bathed in golden light from the setting sun, casting warm shadows on the wooden tables where we sat. The textbooks were open but largely ignored, the soft rustle of pages and distant whispers the only sounds. Vihan, as always, was effortlessly charming, scrolling through his phone with a lazy grin. Mihir and Gaurvi whispered to each other nearby, leaving me alone with my thoughts.“Vihan,” I called, hoping to snap him out of his latest distraction. “You’re not paying attention again.”He looked up, flashing that devastating smile. “Just texting. Nothing major.”“Another date?” I teased, forcing my voice to sound light.He shrugged, the grin widening. “You know me. Can’t help it if I’m popular.”And that was the problem—I did know him. Every little detail, every quirk. And still, I wasn’t the one he saw. And yet, I played my role perfectly.I tried to laugh, but it came out hollow. How could he not see it? I wasn’t just his friend

Roohi's POV By the time my shift ended, I was exhausted, but not from the work. The weight of everything had drained me. I just wanted to go home, to collapse into my bed, to forget about the pain for a little while. But when I walked through the door, my phone buzzed.A message from Vihan.*' Hey, Roohi. Are you free tonight? Thought we could grab dinner, just the two of us'My heart skipped, then dropped. Just the two of us?I stared at the screen, feeling my breath catch in my throat. For a fleeting moment, I let myself hope. Maybe this was it. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe he finally saw me, finally realized that I was the one he wanted.But then reality hit, cold and sharp. This wasn’t some grand romantic gesture. His date probably stood him up, and now he was offering me the leftovers. This was just Vihan being Vihan—casual, friendly, and completely unaware of the storm he was causing inside me.I should have said no. I should have told him I wasn’t interested in bein