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After finishing my study session, I finally wrapped everything up. It was already 11 p.m.
According to my dad, I should have been in bed by 10 o’clock, but finishing the syllabus on time so I could have enough time for revision had completely messed up my sleep cycle.
I cleaned up my study table, changed into my night suit, and debated whether to do my skincare routine. Too much work. So instead, I simply turned off the main light, leaving only my bedside lamp on.
Reading before sleeping was my escape, my way of leaving reality behind for a while. As soon as I picked up my current romance novel, I got lost in its pages.
Until I heard it.
Knock.
I froze. My heart pounded at the sudden noise. Who would knock at this hour? And definitely i wasn’t used to hear knock almost at night.
Slowly, I got up and opened my bedroom door. No one. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My gaze immediately shifted toward the balcony.
Pushing the curtains aside, I saw him.
Vihaan.
Standing there with a mischievous smile, he signaled for me to open the door.
I saw him completely dressed in a black shirt paired with black jacket and jeans.
Definitely looking Deliciously hot.
‘You need to update your system Ruhanika, your precious yet intelligent brain can die with heart attack after listening your vocabulary,’ my brain muttered in horror.
I ignored my brain stupid comment.
Wait. What he is doing here? Is he going on in some fashion show.
I quickly opened it, stepping outside, “What are you doing here at this hour? Are you crazy? What if someone sees you?” My voice was a whisper but filled with urgency.
“I told you not to climb up this ladder! What if you fall and hurt yourself? You are the most stubborn guy I have ever met. Why don’t you ever think before acting….”
Before I could go on, Vihaan placed a hand over my mouth and pulled me closer by my waist.
My glare met his mischievous smile.
“Meri bullet train, ruk jao. Waise toh aap bolti nahi hain, magar ek baar shuru hoti ho toh rukti nahi ho,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
(My bullet train, stop for a while. You barely talk otherwise, but when you start, you don’t stop)
I huffed and motioned for him to remove his hand.
The moment he did, I crossed my arms, “Now tell me, why are you here?”
“I’m here to take you on a date,” he said, pulling me even closer.
I instinctively placed my hands on his shoulders for balance, my confusion growing, “A date? At this time of night?”
Vihaan rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh, Ruh, you live with two strict men-Khadus No. 1: Your Dad, and Khadus No. 2: Your Brother. Do you really think they’d let me take you out in broad daylight? Last time, I nearly got sandwiched between the two of them. No thanks. I am not interested in becoming a family pancake this time.”
I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing.
“Stop laughing and come with me,” he urged, flashing his sweetest smile.
I hesitated, “But Vihaan, it’s 11:20 p.m….”
He smirked, “Do you think I haven’t planned anything? Your safety matters to me. We’re not going far, just ten minutes away. And technically, we’re going to my Maasi’s house. She’s not home, and I told her that Sid, Yash, and I needed a place to practice music.”
“Dont worry it completely depends on your decision,” he continued caressing my hair.
I let out a small sigh. I had never sneaked out before. It felt…..strange.
But if it is with him, then I want to give it a try. A Night Date. Doesn’t sound bad idea.
“Okay,” I finally agreed.
Vihaan’s grin widened as he grabbed my hand, ready to leave.
“Wait, Mr. Raichand!” I stopped him.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not going on our first night-out date in a night suit,” I told him.
He looked at me for a moment before grinning mischievously, “I wouldn’t mind. You look beautiful even in a night suit.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to my wardrobe. But ten minutes later, I was still struggling to pick an outfit.
“Can I pick something for you?” Vihaan asked.
I sighed, “Fine.”
He walked over, scanned my wardrobe, and pulled out jeans, a black top, and a black jacket. Without a word, he handed them to me.
A little surprised by his choice, I took the clothes and rushed to change.
When I came back, Vihaan was sitting on my bed, flipping through my childhood photo album.
“You stupid chimpanzee! How dare you?” I rushed to him, but he just smirked, looking at me from head to toe.
His gaze grew intense. I gulped.
“You look Hot.”
I felt my face heat up but composed myself, not in a mood to let him win. I did realise that we both are actually twinning.
“Vihaan, you can’t just go through my pictures like that.”
He quickly pulled the album behind his back, smirking, “I couldn’t help myself! You were so cute as a kid. You are still cute.”
I snatched the album and shoved it back into my cupboard. Shaking my head, I turned, only to see him staring at a small framed photo on my study table.
“Can I have this picture?” he asked, his voice softer.
I frowned, “Why?”
“I just….want to keep a picture of you with me.”
I hesitated, but eventually, I took the picture out and handed it to him. His entire face lit up as he tore a sheet from the notebook and carefully wrapped it in paper, treating it like a priceless treasure.
He is cute.
I chuckled, “Alright, let’s go.”
Vihaan led me to the balcony.
“Wait. We’re not climbing down from here. Let’s use the stairs,” I suggested.
“And who will lock the door from the inside? At least with the balcony, you have a key to lock it from the outside,” he pointed out.
I sighed, staring at the ladder. The thought of climbing down made me nervous.
“I just feel scared…What if I fall? And this ladder-it’s so weird,” I muttered, making a face.
Vihaan chuckled. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded.
He climbed down the ladder first, making it look so easy. But for me, it wasn’t. I had a childhood fear of ladders-when I was little, I fell from a tree while climbing down using a ladder. It wasn’t a big fall, but the fear had stayed with me ever since.
“Ruh, I’m right here,” Vihaan said softly, his voice steady and reassuring as he hold the ladder.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly made my way down. My hands gripped the ladder tightly, my heart pounding with every step. As I reached the last step, I lost my balance slightly, but before I could fall, Vihaan caught me.
I immediately grabbed onto him as my life is dependent on him and like always he did catch me not letting me fall.
“This is weird….I feel like a thief sneaking out,” I whispered.
“It’s actually fun,” he said, holding my hand and leading the way.
We walked quietly to the opposite side of our colony, our footsteps light in the stillness of the night.
When we reached the opposite side of the colony, I saw his bike.
Oh no.
Wait….are we really going by bike? Just me and him, together on the same bike?
“Ruh?” Vihaan called, pulling me from my thoughts.
“We’re going by bike?!”
“Yep,” he replied, amusement clear in his voice.
That’s why he didn’t chose a dress for me.
“You have a license, right?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, “I turned 18 two months ago. The first thing I did was get my license, so I could sneak out at night without issues.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you know how to ride? This isn’t my last day on Earth, right?”
He smirked, “I’ve been riding a bike since I was 15.”
I scoffed, “Without a license? You could’ve gone to jail.”
Vihaan groaned. “Here we go again.”
“Well, technically, you can still be in jail,” I teased.
“Why?” He asked as confusion was evident in his tone.
“Because you are dating an underage girl,” I muttered dramatically.
Vihaan facepalmed, “Seriously Ruh, We’re in the same class! And soon you’ll turn to legal age, and then we won’t be having any problems and I could teach you a few things…..”
I coughed as i stuttered, “…What….things?”
“I am talking about teaching you how to ride a bike, of course,” he said innocently.
His lips curled into a smirk, “Tch tch what a dirty mind you have, Ruh.”
I turned red.
He knew exactly how to fluster me. He knew how to turn my words.
Stupid Chimpanzee.
“Ugh, you’re so irritating!” I stomped my foot.
Vihaan laughed, pinched my cheek, and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Wear this helmet,” he said, holding it out to me with a small grin on his face. He made me wear the helmet, and he quickly put it on his own, securing it with a click.
After that, he climbed onto the bike, reviving the engine.
I swallowed my hesitation and slowly climbed onto the bike, trying not to let the nerves show. As I sat down behind him, I fumbled with the helmet, adjusting it a little too many times.
“I hope this isn’t my last day,” I mumbled, half to myself.
“I still need to attend my bhai’s wedding. I have to dance at his wedding also,” i continued.
I could hear him chuckle lightly at my words, “Don’t worry, we’ll make it there in one piece.”
“Hold me tight, Ruh,” he said, his voice a bit serious yet playful.
I hesitated for only a moment before wrapping my arms around his torso, feeling his warmth seeping through my fingertips. His back was solid under my grip, and I tried to steady my breath, but the butterflies in my stomach only seemed to multiply.
“You good?” he asked, his voice soft as he glanced back for a second.
“Yeah, just…a little nervous,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper.
‘Nervous because of the bike? Naaah. Nervous because you are sitting with your boyfriend? Yesss,’ my mind teased me.
I mentally scoffed at my brain’s mockery statement.
I tightened my grip, feeling his muscles tense under my hands. My second arm wrapped around him instinctively, and I could sense his breath deepening.
“Remember Vihaan you better behave like a sane person and not be crazy with the speed, okay? I’m trusting you.”
He looked at me through a mirror, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, “I’ll make sure to keep it thrilling enough.”
The bike roared to life.
The chilly night air brushed against us as we sped down the quiet road.
And just like that, my first-ever midnight escape had begun.
The cool night air brushed against me as the bike moved smoothly through the quiet streets. The city, which was always full of noise during the day, now felt peaceful, with only the soft glow of streetlights lighting the empty roads.
I held onto Vihaan’s jacket lightly at first, but as he took a small turn, my grip instinctively tightened. The warmth of his back against my arms was comforting, a contrast to the cool wind rushing past us.
I had never been out this late before, and yet, instead of feeling nervous, I felt safe with him.
I took a deep breath, letting the chilly air fill my lungs.
β’β’β’β’β’
He finally stopped the bike.
“Thank goodness I made it here safely,” I said dramatically, and he laughed at my words.
As he took off my helmet, my hair fell messily over my shoulders. I noticed him looking at me, his gaze deep and intense.
I felt my face heat up under his gaze.
His hand gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and his thumb lightly brushed against my cheek.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing.
Vihaan held my hand and led me toward a house. It had a vintage charm, the kind that felt warm and familiar even in the quiet of the night.
As he unlocked the door, I stepped inside, taking in the cozy atmosphere before he guided me up to the terrace.
The sight before me took my breath away. The terrace was beautifully decorated-and there is shed area covered in soft fairy lights stood at the center, casting a warm glow around us.
The sky was covered with dark, thick clouds, and the wind was picking up, making everything feel cool and the weather which actually felt peaceful to me.
The air felt heavy. Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the wind.
I took a deep breath, savoring the peacefulness of the rain. There was something about watching raindrops hit the ground that felt incredibly calming. I had always loved rain-not necessarily getting drenched in it, but just watching it from a safe corner, listening to its rhythm.
He passed me a bouquet of White Orchids.
“Wait a minute,” he said.
Vihaan returned, holding two cups of steaming chai, the aroma already comforting.
With a proud smile, he handed me one.
“Pesh karte hain, Vihaan Raichand’s special kadak Adrak aur Elaichi wali Chai,” he announced proudly, his eyes twinkling.
I smiled, taking the cup from him, the warmth instantly soothing my fingers. He gave a gentle nod, signaling me to try it.
The first sip was pure bliss-the perfect balance of Adrak and Elaichi, exactly how I like it.
I looked up at him, noticing that he was sipping his chai with a relaxed expression.
“I thought you didn’t like Chai that much,” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He turned his gaze toward me, a small smile tugging at his lips, “I started liking it the moment I found out you love it.”
“And, especially so I could make sure we had your dream date,” he added, his eyes filled with quiet warmth as he looked at me.
“My dream date?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, captivated by the softness in his tone.
He looked at me with such warmth, his words quiet but meaningful, “A Night like this-sitting together on the terrace, on a Swing. Just the two of us, the Rain falling softly, two cups of Chai, and nothing but the peaceful sound of Raindrops.”
I realized then that he was quoting from my diary where I had mentioned my dream date.
His words wrapped around my heart, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I took another sip, trying to mask the way he made me feel, but a smile still tugged at my lips, one I couldn’t hide.
“How were you so sure it was going to rain?” I asked.
He grinned.
“I checked the weather report. It said it might rain tonight. But even if it doesn’t, your boyfriend is ready to make artificial rain just for you so we can have the perfect date,” he said, his voice playful.
As we sat there, shoulders brushing against each other, the rain continued to pour, and the night wrapped us in its serene embrace.
Then, a question burned in my mind. One I hadn’t told him before. A conversation with Meera had triggered my hidden insecurity, but the insecurity had always been there, sitting in the corners of my heart, waiting for the right moment to mess up with my mind.
I hesitated, staring at my chai, before softly calling his name.
“Vihaan?”
He took a deep breath, turning to me with a smile, “Hmm?”
I hesitated again but then forced myself to speak.
“Why do you like me?” My voice was small, uncertain.
He looked at me with confusion.
“People think I’m boring because I am an introvert. You have the infectious energy which can light up any room. I don’t talk much. I don’t know how to start conversations. I feel dumb when I can’t keep up with others. Sometimes, I just hate being around people, I want to ask them to leave me alone.”
“I keep replaying everything in my head, wondering if I said something wrong or if I should’ve said something different. Even texting someone feels stressful because I’m worried about how they’ll think of me. And that’s why many people don’t even prefer to talk to me.”
“I often feel like I’m just not enough, like I don’t fit in. And when I try to talk more, I always say something awkward or miss the right moment. It’s like my brain never shuts off, and I’m just stuck overthinking everything……….”
Before I could continue rambling, Vihaan gently pressed his fingers against my lips, “Shh, Ruh. Don’t overwork that pretty brain of yours.”
The wind rustled around us, the rain softening as he gazed at me with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
He said as his voice was laced by gentle tone, “Don’t ever say things like that about yourself. You know how the moon glows in the night sky, shining with its scars? It’s not flawless, yet its beauty is undeniable. Similarly, your scars are your introverted nature. If you don’t like being around many people, that’s completely normal. If you prefer not to interact with a big crowd, that’s also okay. You don’t need to feel like you’re out of place. Everyone has their own comfort zone. If I enjoy interacting with many people, you find peace in staying silent and observing. And that’s where the true beauty lies.”
“Your heart is like a garden, full of flowers. Each flower represents a part of you-strong, unique, wonderfully imperfect, shy, confident, bold, kind-just like the moon in the night sky. It represents many flaws, yet it’s still beautiful. You are beautiful.”
I swallowed hard, warmth spreading through me. For the first time, someone had told me my introverted nature, my quietness wasn’t a flaw.
That I wasn’t ‘too much’ or ‘not enough’-I was just me, and that was okay.
Usually we often end up losing people in our lives and start feeling like we’re always alone. This loneliness becomes our constant companion, and we forget to truly live our lives.
Vihaan reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “So stop overthinking for today, okay? Aaj ka sochne ka quota khatam.”
He caressed my hair lightly, and I let out a small smile, trying to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.
But one slipped through. Without a word, he caught it with his thumb, brushing it away.
We stayed quiet, listening to the sound of the rain pouring, just the two of us, hearing the rhythm of our heartbeats.
I glanced around and noticed a guitar among the other musical instruments. It was in the corner area of the shed.
I walked and picked it up, running my fingers over the strings.
Vihaan gave me a puzzled look. “What are you doing?”
I smiled, “Giving you a Ruhanika’s personal concert-exclusively for you Mr. Raichand.”
His face softened, but then his expression turned guilty, “I’m sorry, Ruh. Last year, you were so excited to perform at the annual function, and because of my stupidity, you didn’t-“
“It’s okay,” I interrupted. “Maybe I wasn’t ready then.”
He watched me with admiration as I adjusted the guitar.
My fingers touched the strings, and I felt a strange emotion. I took a deep breath and started playing.
Softly, I looked at him as I strummed my guitar, feeling nervous as my voice softly filled the space between us. It was the first time I was singing for him.
Aapki nazron ne samjha, pyaar ke kaabil mujhe…
I looked up at him. He sat next to me on the swing, his eyes on me. For a moment, I saw his eyes change-soft, maybe surprised, like he didn’t expect this. My heart raced, but his emotions felt gentle, like he was trying to understand.
Dil ki ai dhadkan thehar ja, mil gayi manjil mujhe
Aapki nazron ne samjha………….
His breath slowed, his fingers tapping lightly. He didn’t speak, but I could feel him listening closely, really feeling every word I sang.
I looked down, afraid my hands might shake, but then he gently caressed my hair, giving me comfort.
Ji hamen manjur hai aapka yeh faisla
Keh rahi hai har najar banda parvar shukriya
Do jahan ki aaj khushiya ho gayi hasil mujhe
Aapki nazron ne samjha………….
My feelings came out in the song. I could feel him there with me, not just hearing, but truly understanding. His silence told me he was feeling it too, maybe even more than words could say.
I took a breath, ready to change the chords, feeling something new stir inside me, as my voice came out soft yet gentle.
Yeh Moh Moh Ke Dhaage
Teri Ungliyon Se Jaa Uljhe
Yeh Moh Moh Ke Dhaage
Teri Ungliyon Se Jaa Uljhe
Koi Toh Toh Na Laage
Kis Tarah Giraha Yeh Suljhe
I looked at him, my heart full of emotions, wondering how he could make me feel this way.
I felt my breath catch as I sang, his gaze steady on me, like he knew every word was true. He reached for my hand, his touch making everything feel real.
Hai rom rom Ek Tara
Hai rom rom Ek Tara
Jo Badalon Mein Se Guzre
Yeh Moh Moh Ke Dhaage
Teri Ungliyon Se Jaa Uljhe……
As my voice faded into the night, I let out a small breath, finally looking up at him. His eyes were still on me, warm and unreadable, making my heart flutter.
“I wish I could hear you all the time,” he said softly, his voice filled with something I couldn’t quite place.
“Was it good?” I asked, feeling nervous, biting my lip.
He chuckled, shaking his head before reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget this moment,” he murmured. “You have no idea what you just did to me.”
A nervous laugh escaped me, “What did I do?”
“Made me fall for you all over again,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
I felt my face heat up, and before I could think of a reply, he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.
“What should I do to get this personal concert of yours again?” he whispered, his lips curving into a soft smile.
“One chocolate bar is all it takes,” I giggled as I said and he chuckled hearing my answer.
He then make me stood as he held my hand leading me to a room as I entered, I saw a beautifully set-up tent adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The warm glow made it look like something out of a dream. My eyes widened in awe.
Vihaan stood beside me, watching my reaction with amusement.
“Come,” he said, holding out his hand. “Let’s have your second dream date.”
“Second dream date?” I repeated, confused.
A small smirk played on his lips as he quoted, “If I ever go on a date, I want it to be under a tent, watching my favorite movie, and eating cheesecake.”
I froze. Those were my exact words. Words I had written in my diary.
This Man. I am falling for him again and again.
Inside the tent, the atmosphere was peaceful. The wind carried the scent of wet earth as light rain continued to fall outside. Vihaan opened a small window of the room, letting in the soft, fresh breeze because he knew I loved the rain.
I sat down, feeling a strange sense of comfort. In front of me was a plate of cheesecake, and on the screen, my favorite movie, Veer-Zaara, had just started playing.
“I never write about my favorite movie,” I murmured, still trying to wrap my head around how well he knew me.
“How do you know that?” I asked, turning to him with narrowed eyes.
“You didn’t have to, I just know” he said, settling beside me.
He chuckled, pulling me towards himself.
“Your boyfriend is smart, Ruh,” he teased, making me frown.
Then, as if enjoying my puzzled expression, he added, “I saw your journal where you had pasted the pictures of this movie on your shelf the day I came to drop off your notes.”
I stared at him. It was such a small detail, something I hadn’t expected anyone to notice-let alone remember even after a year. But he did. My heart swelled at the thought.
He then passed me my favourite cheesecake.
He handed me a fork, “Here, try it,” he said hesitantly, watching me as I took a bite of the cheesecake.
The rich taste of blueberries and the creamy texture melted in my mouth.
“It’s wonderful,” I said, smiling.
He let out a breath of relief, “Thank goodness, I thought you wouldn’t like it,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
I tilted my head, “Did you make this?”
He nodded.
“Yeah…it took me twelve attempts, though,” he admitted, chuckling nervously.
“I even had to call my dad for help he instructed me and i just followed his instructions.”
My heart flustered. Vihaan wasn’t someone who spent time in the kitchen, since he gets bored easily while cooking or baking. The fact that he had tried this hard-just for me-meant more than I could put into words.
“You didn’t have to, Vihaan…” I started, but he cut me off gently.
“I know,” he said, his voice was quiet but sincere.
“But I wanted to. Because I wanted to be the reason for you to smile.”
His words made my heart flutter. I wasn’t used to this-someone wanting to make me happy without expecting anything in return. It felt like something out of a dream, yet it was so real.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I admitted softly, my fingers brushing against the plate he had handed me.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he murmmered.
“Just let me do this for you ,” he continued, his eyes full of warmth.
Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek.
His skin heated under my lips, and he turned away, shy for the first time.
“If I get rewards like this, I should start baking cheesecakes for you every day,” he muttered under his breath.
I laughed softly and took a bite of the cheesecake before offering him a piece. He savored it, his eyes lighting up with appreciation for himself.
“Then you should learn to make chocolate truffle cake too. Maybe I’ll give you some extra rewards,” I teased, winking at him.
His laughter mixed with mine as he accepted a bite of the cheesecake from my fork.
He suddenly pulled out his Polaroid camera, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before I could react, he pulled me close and kissed my cheek, snapping the picture at the same time.
I frowned at him.
He looked at the photo and grinned. “Perfect,” he said, showing me the picture.
It was indeed Perfect.
Then, without a word, he pulled something else from his bag-a Scrapbook.
He nervously chuckled, his voice a little shaky, “I….uhhh, made this scrapbook. I know you love making memories with your diary, so I thought…I’d make one too. A place for our memories, the ones we share together.”
I stared at him, my heart swelling at the gesture, “You…made this for us?”
He nodded, his gaze soft, a little vulnerable, “Yeah. I want to keep these moments with you…something real, something we can look back on.”
I smiled, my chest warm, as I took the scrapbook from him, “This is….really sweet, Vihaan.”
He carefully stuck the picture in the scrapbook and wrote the date of our date, adding a few lines beside it. Then, he handed it to me to write my part. I took the scrapbook and wrote my feelings.
The movie played in the background, but I was more focused on him-his presence, his warmth. He pulled a blanket over both of us as I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me, holding me close.
Every now and then, he’d bring my hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses to my knuckles.
For the first time, I allowed myself to be clingy. I allowed myself to want this, to want him.
He ran his fingers through my hair, gently caressing my hair as if soothing every unspoken fear inside me.
I sighed in contentment.
This was it.
The perfect date.
Just Me, Him, Veer-Zaara, Cheescake and the sound of Rain outside.
I tilted my head to look at him and whispered, “Thank you for this. I loved it.”
His lips pressed against my temple.
“Anything for you, Ruh,” he murmured.
And just like that, every worry, every stress, and every burden melted away.
For this moment, it was just us. And that was enough.
(Ruhaan’s Date ππ¦β¨)
———————————– Finally Chapter 50…!!!
So how was the chapter?
Your favourite scene?????
Jaldi jaldi batao.
I hope you all like their date….
For me it was a perfect date for an introvert person like meππ¦β¨
(Ek aisi date to me bhi deserve krti hu π) I seriously want Vihaan now, at least he can understand my introverted nature and don’t judge me πππ€π»
About Veer-Zara…hehe I am just a girl who grew up watching SRK moviesπ
Wondering where I got the idea of Veer Zara. So remember once i put the question answer session on Instagram…and someone asked me about my fav movie….I did tell I don’t have fav movie but I like Veer Zara. The moment where I got the idea of this date. π
There is a glitch on Wattpad so maybe you hadn’t received the notification for this and previous chapter…!!
Make sure to read chp 49 if you haven’t and then chp 50.
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