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My heart pounded inside my chest as I stood frozen.
Bua Ji was standing right there, staring at me like a detective who had just found her biggest clue.
I swallowed hard, trying to act normal.
“Aapko kuch chahiye tha, Bua Ji?” I asked, hoping she’d ignore me and move on.
She didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing, “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you for a while now!”
Panic shot through me. Did she know? No, no. Please, no!
“I was…um…looking for some makeup supplies, you know…” I stammered, my voice shaking.
My brain was screaming thinking of something better, idiot! but it was too late.
Mentally, I prayed that Vihaan wouldn’t walk in. It had already been five minutes since I left him, but knowing him, he could show up any second. And if he did, Bua Ji would sniff out the truth anyhow.
Just as I thought I was safe, a voice cut through the air.
“Ruh…Anika!”
I am done.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then turned to see Vihaan standing there.
I glared at him, my eyes silently screaming, Why are you here, you stupid chimpanzee?
Vihaan gave me a sheepish look, clearly unaware of the upcoming disaster.
Bua Ji, sensing something , raised an eyebrow, pointing to corner, “Why are you coming from that corner?”
Vihaan being Vihaan, gave the worst possible answer, “Uh… I was just getting some fresh air.”
I closed my eyes as I rubbed my temple.
Vihaan looked at her as he scratched the back of his head.
“Ah….actually, I came to give this to Ruh-anika. Prisha Di asked me to hand it over.” He shoved a bag into my hands.
I peeked inside. Lipstick. The one I had picked earlier.
“But I haven’t even paid for this yet,” I blurted.
Vihaan, without missing a beat, replied, “Oh, Prisha di already paid. You can take it.”
Bua Ji tilted her head, “So, you’re Prisha’s brother?”
Vihaan hesitated for a second, then nodded, “Yes….”
I facepalmed.
Bua Ji’s eyes darted between us. She folded her arms, “kyaa naam hai tumhara?”
Before Vihaan could answer, I jumped in, desperate to change the topic, “Bua Ji, his name is—”
But she cut me off, “Ruhanika, does he not have a tongue? Let him speak.”
Vihaan straightened up.
“Vihaan. Vihaan Raichand,” he said with all confidence, like he was introducing himself in a movie.
Someone please bang his head.
Bua Ji squinted her eyes at him, “Hmm, kitni umar hai tumhari?”
(How old are you?)
Vihaan blinked as he blurted out without thinking, “Aunty I know I am handsome, but aapko nhi lagta, ab apki umar nhi hai kisi jawan ladke ki umar puchne ki.”
(Aunty, I know I’m very handsome, but you’re a little too old to be asking a young man his age)
I choked. Bua ji went into a shock.
He never thinks before speaking.
Bua Ji coughed, “Areeyy! Mera woh matlab nahi tha!”
Vihaan shrugged, completely unfazed.
“Oh? Then it’s good, I got scared for a minute,” He took a relief like he had escaped from a terrible danger.
This guy is insane.
Bua Ji shook her head, muttering, “Aaj kal ke bacche!”
I let out a sigh of relief, thinking the drama was over.
Vihaan turned to me and whispered, “So, I should leave now, right?”
Yes. Run before you say something even stupid!
But just as he turned, Bua Ji’s voice rang out again, “Ek minute!”
Vihaan froze.
“Ji, Aunty?” he asked, now visibly nervous.
Bua Ji pointed at a few heavy shopping bags, “These need to go to the car. Carry them.”
Vihaan sighed dramatically, “Of course, Bua Ji. Why not?”
I sighed, shaking my head. Thankfully this drama didnt stretch too much. But we need to be very careful.
I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and walked into a jewelry store, hoping to distract myself.
My fingers trailed over the shimmering collection of earrings until my gaze landed on a pair of oxidized jhumka.
They were exquisite—intricate designs, lightweight. I wish I had seen these earlier. But I had already bought another pair.
Why does this always happen—you buy something, and then you spot even better ones?
“Ruhii, do you want anything else?” Dad’s voice called from behind me.
I glanced back. He was busy on a phone call. I hesitated for a second, my eyes flickering back to the jhumka, but then i think he is busy so i just shook my head answering him ‘No’ and walked away.
As I rejoined my family, my eyes scanned, searching for the black lehenga I had set aside earlier. But when I looked at the spot where I had kept it, it was missing.
Frowning, I turned to a saleswoman. “Excuse me, the black lehenga that was here—where is it?”
She gave me an apologetic smile, “I’m really sorry, ma’am, but it’s been sold.”
“But I kept it aside! I was planning to buy it,” I said as my voice laced with confusion.
“Actually you didn’t confirm it and the other customer liked it. It was the last piece in stock. We can place an order, but it will take about 2-3 weeks to arrive.”
I sighed, my shoulders slumping. 2-3 weeks?
“It’s okay, thank you,” I muttered, turning away.
“What happened, Ruhii?” Mom asked, concerned in her voice.
“I wanted the black one, but it’s already sold. It’s okay, I’ll take this navy blue one instead,” I lifted the lehenga to show her.
“If you’re not sure, check out some other designs,” she suggested.
I nodded and scanned everything again. My fingers brushed against a gorgeous mint pastel lehenga. It was light and classy—kind of my style.
And then, Bua Ji’s unwanted voice erupted in my ears, “Don’t wear this one, Ruhanika.”
My brows furrowed, “Why not?”
She pointed at the blouse that came with the lehenga.
“This design is not appropriate for you,” Her voice carried disapproval.
Her next words stung even more.
“And besides,” she added in a lower voice, “you know your burn marks…..on your back and near your abdomen. It won’t look good. People will stare at it. You should cover them up.”
A lump formed in my throat.
She grabbed a pastel blush-colored lehenga and placed it in my hands, “This one is better. It has a proper blouse and won’t expose anything unnecessary.”
I stared at the lehenga she had forced on me. It was beautiful, no doubt. But it wasn’t what I wanted.
Her words echoed in my mind. It won’t look good.
She was talking about the burn marks I had since childhood, the ones from a kitchen accident. A boiling pot of water had spilled over me. I had ducked just in time, but not before it left scars running from my back to my abdomen.
That’s why Bhai and Dad never let me near the kitchen. It took years to convince them that I was fine.
But now……Bua Ji’s words brought back all those insecurities I had fought so hard to push away.
Maybe she was right. Maybe people would stare.
I forced a smile and held up the pastel lehenga and went to my mumma to confirm it, “I will take this one.”
Mom frowned slightly, “Are you sure?”
I nodded quickly. I didn’t trust my voice to stay steady.
Before Mom could say anything else, a voice interrupted.
“Ruhanika, try this one instead.”
I turned, startled.
Adhya aunty stood there, holding up a black lehenga—different from the one I had originally chosen, but just as stunning. The embroidery shimmered under the store lights, and the fabric flowed effortlessly as she held it out toward me.
Bua Ji frowned, “And why would she wear that? Some things just don’t suit everyone.”
Before I could react, another voice chimed in.
“I agree with you, Mumma. This lehenga is perfect for her.”
I turned to see Prisha Di stepping forward, a knowing smile on her face.
“Bua Ji, with all due respect, Ruhii is old enough to wear what she wants,” Prisha said, her tone polite but firm.
Bua Ji scoffed, “Huh, I was just advising her. It’s for her own good. People notice these things, you know.”
Adhya Aunty smiled, but her voice carried a sharpness, “Then maybe it’s the people who need to change how they look at things, not Ruhanika.”
Prisha di folded her arms and said, “Exactly. And if we’re talking about opinions, then I say Ruhii will look breathtaking in that black lehenga,” and she passed me a wink.
I swallowed, glancing down at the pastel lehenga still clutched in my hands, “But…”
Adhya aunty gently placed a hand on mine.
“Trust me, wear this. It will look good on you. And honestly? People don’t have that much free time to keep talking about others. Well… except for a few.” She smiled, glancing at Bua Ji directing the last sentence on her face.
Bua Ji opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, my brother walked over.
“What’s going on?”
She immediately went quiet.
Prisha turned to him smoothly, “Nothing much, just making sure my sister-in-law gets what she truly wants.”
Bhai’s gaze landed on me, then on the black lehenga in my hands. His expression softened, “Do you want this one, Ruhii?”
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He gave me a smile, “Then that’s the one you’ll get.”
Bua Ji pursed her lips but said nothing more.
Bhai then turned to her, his voice laced with sarcasm, “Bua Ji, times are changing, maybe it’s time to update your thoughts too?
Prisha di stifled a laugh, and even Mom pressed her lips together to hide a smile.
Bua Ji huffed but didn’t reply.
Adhya Aunty smiled warmly, “That settles it, then. Let’s get it billed.”
I put back a smile.
But still….Bua Ji’s words kept replaying in my mind.
As Bhai was paying, I quietly slipped to the side, lost in my thoughts.
I felt the presence of someone behind me and I did not need to turn back to know the person.
Vihaan.
He leaned against the wall, his shoulder lightly brushing mine.
“You know,” he finally said, his tone casual, “for someone so smart, you really let people’s nonsense get to you way too much.”
I sighed as i crossed my arms leaning back to the wall, “It’s not that simple, Vihaan.”
“It is that simple. If you keep changing yourself for others, you’ll never be enough in their eyes,” he muttered his voice was gentle and calming.
I looked away, “It’s not just about them. It’s about how I feel, too.”
Vihaan clicked his fingers softly, his warm hand wrapping around mine. “Ruh, you shouldn’t give that power to someone else? To people who don’t know you, who don’t live your life?”
My mind once again spiraling into overthinking, “but sometimes…it’s hard not to.”
He let out a small sigh, his voice softer now, “I know, Ruh. And that’s okay. But every time you hear those voices in your head telling you that you’re not enough, remind yourself of one thing……”
He paused, then continued, “remember, they are like old tape recorders, stuck on repeat, playing the same nonsense without a pause.”
A surprised laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
Vihaan grinned, clearly satisfied. He reached out and tapped my forehead lightly, “The only person who truly gets to decide your worth is you. And if you ever need an extra vote…..mine’s always in your favor.”
I let out another small chuckle despite myself, shaking my head.
Vihaan smirked, leaning in slightly, “That’s more like my Ruh. Now, will you stop overthinking and just wear that lehenga? Oh, and make sure to leave your hair open. I can already imagine how Hot and dangerously Tempting you will look.”
He threw me a wink, his expression full of mischief.
I rolled my eyes, turning away. “Besharam,” I muttered under my breath.
Without missing a beat, he shot back smoothly, “Only for you.”
Within seconds, we both burst into laughter, earning a few curious glances from the people around us. We quickly composed ourselves.
Today is Di’s engagement day, and even though we haven’t invited too many people—just close friends and family—a small function. Relatives and guests will arrive in the evening.
Decorators rush to set up the last-minute decorations.
And me? Well, I’ve been assigned to handle……random yet necessary things that somehow always end up in my room.
I quickly pulled a t-shirt over my head and started arranging the scattered stuff. Some things Mom had asked me to keep in my room were lying around.
But, Mom walked into my room, already balancing a box full of wedding decorations. She barely glanced at me before starting to place all the necessary items in one corner of my room.
Then, out of nowhere, she called out to me, “Vihu, woh cupboard me waha se mujhe woh samaan dena.”
(Vihu, get that thing for me from the cupboard)
I froze mid-step, my brain immediately short-circuiting.
“Kya? Kya? Kaha se? Kidhar se? Kaunsa samaan du?” I frowned, utterly confused.
Why does she always talk in riddles?
(What? What? From where? Which place? Which thing should I give you?)
Mom turned around, giving me a deadly glare.
“Vihuu!” she warned, her voice carrying that strict mom tone that meant ‘Do what I say, or prepare for worksheets’.
Yeah these worksheets are still not finished even after passing my school. Looks like this punishment is going to be with me forever.
I groaned dramatically, flopping onto my bed, “I’m telling you, I don’t understand these riddles of yours. Please speak clearly.”
Mom sighed in frustration, clearly running out of patience, “Areey, ek number ka nikamma hai mera beta. Main bol rahi hoon apne cupboard ke drawer se mujhe cello tape nikal ke de!”
(Ugh, my son is completely useless. I’m telling you to take out the cello tape from the drawer of your cupboard)
Oh. Now she tells me. She needs cello tape.
Dragging myself up from the bed, I walked over to the cupboard, pulling open the drawer. I started digging through my things—wait, there is a picture of Ruh and me from our picnic. Damn, she looks adorable in a school uniform.
“Vihuuu” i heard my mom’s stern voice, carefully putting the picture aside and started searching for cello tape.
“Mom, it’s not here,” I called out, still searching with expert-level effort— which I mean I was just randomly pushing things around.
“It’s in the drawer, Vihu. Look carefully.”
I looked again. Moved things around.
Nope. Definitely not there.
Turning around with full confidence, I folded my arms, “It’s not here!”
Mom’s gaze held anger as she narrowed her eyes, “Agar main aayi aur mujhe mil gaya toh phir dekhna.”
(If I come there and find it, then just wait and watch)
The danger alarm in my head went on. But since I was absolutely confident the cello tape was not there, I decided to risk it.
“Come and see for yourself” I said in full confidence.
Mom exhaled loudly, walked over, and—within two seconds—pulled out the cello tape and held it up.
I stared at it in pure disbelief. What in the magic just happened?
Mom gave me a tight, satisfied smile.
“I swear it wasn’t there a minute ago…..Mom, how did you do that?” I asked, genuinely shocked.
I even glanced into the drawer again, checking if there was some hidden chamber.
Mom lightly smacked my arm before scolding me, “Isliye bolti hu aankh, naak, kaan, khol kar kaam kiya kar, lekin nahi, mann hi nahi lagta kaam karne mein. Saamne rakha hua tha, pata nahi kaha aankh band karke dekh raha tha.”
(That’s why I keep telling you to open your eyes properly when doing work! But no, you just don’t care! It was right in front of you! Where were you looking, with your eyes closed?)
I still squinted suspiciously at my drawer.
Before I could say anything, her gaze fell on my wardrobe, and she suddenly frowned, asking, “Vihu, why have you bought so many white shirts? Are you planning to open a shop?”
I followed her gaze and realized that one whole section of my wardrobe was stacked with white shirts.
Oh…..yeah.
I looked at those white shirts as a knowing smirk form over my face and my mouth betrayed me before I could stop it.
“So that Ruh could easily create her artwork on the canvas,” I muttered with a smirk,
My mind started imagining her red tinted lips on my—get a grip Vihaan Raichand you are infront of your mother.
Mom turned to me, “what?”
I cleared my throat.
“Ahhh, because I started liking white colour. And Ruh said I look more… um….irresistible in white shirts…?” I blurted out while a mischievous grin plastered over my face.
Wait. I Did Not Just Say That Out Loud.
Mom smirked, folding her arms, “Ohhh, so Ruhanika likes white?”
I froze.
“I mean…yes…no…like I….okay fine, she likes white color.” I admitted in defeat, my face turning red as I nervously scratched my ear.
Mom burst out laughing.
Before she could interrogate me further, I escaped to the kitchen as an embarrassment creeped into my throat. Only to find Prisha whispering on the phone in the corner.
I cleared my throat loudly. She immediately lowered her voice, giving me a side-glare. And went back to her room.
Ugh. The cringe couple, I swear.
‘Look who’s talking?’ my brain mocked me.
Okay. Rude.
Why the hell do I have this brain? Seriously, if my brain was a person, I would have punched it by now.
I was in the kitchen, casually drinking water, minding my own peaceful life, when disaster arrived in the form of my sister, Prisha.
She stormed out of her room, holding an almost half-empty bottle of her precious, expensive body wash.
“VIHAAN!”
I looked up, blinking innocently, “Hmm?”
She shook the bottle in front of my face, “How did my body wash get half when I bought it just two days ago?”
“Maybe it was cursed? Or A ghost needed a shower?” I said giving the most lame excuses.
“You Brazilian Monkey. How dare you use my body wash?” she shrieked, grabbing the nearest weapon—a cushion—and preparing to attack.
Shit. Run for your life Vihu.
‘Yes Vihu you can do it, Run fast,’ my brain cheered for me.
Damn this useless brain of mine.
I quickly put my glass down and ran for my life, sprinting straight into the hall.
“Vihaan! Last time you finished my expensive shampoo and now my favourite body wash? I had literally bought it with so many sacrifices—like not eating chole bhature for a whole month, it was damn expensive!” she yelled, storming after me.
Yeah her sacrifices!
Before I could react, a cushion came flying at me, hitting me square in the back.
But I am also no less than her.
I grabbed another cushion, spun around dramatically. And just like that, we were officially in a full-fledged cushion fight in the living room.
“Di, that body wash was sitting there, all lonely and unused. It needed me,” I said, dodging a cushion.
That only made her angrier.
And after five minutes of merciless cushion fight, we both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the fight.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and muttered under my breath, “Accha hua apki shaadi ho rahi hai, jaldi jaiye yaha se, iss ghar ko sukoon milega chudail ke was se”
(It’s good that you’re getting married, leave soon from here, this house will finally be at peace, away from the witch’s influence)
Prisha di glared at me.
“Haan haan, chali jaungi jaldi!” she snapped back.
(Yeah, yeah, I’ll leave soon)
And before we could even recover, we started round two of our cushion fight.
But this time, we were interrupted by a strict voice, “Kya ho raha hai yaha par, Pri, Vihu”
(What is happening here, Pri, Vihu)
I turned to see Dad standing there, arms crossed, looking completely shocked by the environment of the living room.
We are so dead.
Prisha immediately switched, putting on her best victim expression as she pointed at me, “Accha hua papa aap aa gaye! Aapko pata hai apke bete ne mere mera pura body wash aadha kr dia within two days? Aur dekhiye, is Brazilian monkey ne mere 6 Baal Tod Diye!”
(Good thing you came, Papa! Do you know that your son used up half of my body wash within two days? And look, this Brazilian monkey pulled out six of my hair)
6? She was exaggerating! It’s just 5.
I gasped dramatically, holding up my arm to show the nail scars she had given me, “Haww. Jhuthi. Dekhiye, apki beti ne kya kiya, Apne chudail jaise naakhun se yeh dekho!”
(Haww. Liar. Look at what your daughter did! Look at these witch-like nail scratches)
Dad sighed loudly, rubbing his forehead like he was regretting all his life decisions.
Prisha turned to him again, demanding justice, “Papa, are you listening?
“Haan, kuch boliye apni beti ko. Itni badi ho gayi, aur apne chhote se, masoom se bhai par atyachaar karti hai” I whined, clutching my imaginary broken heart.
(Yes, say something to your daughter! She’s so grown up, and yet she keeps torturing her poor, innocent little brother)
Prisha di, roll her eyes.
“Vihu, tameez se baat kar! Badi behen hoon,” she declared, pointing her index finger.
(Vihu, talk with respect! I’m your elder sister)
I shook my head, mocking her hair flip, “Nahi karunga, kya kar logi?”
(I won’t. What will you do?)
And that’s when she smirked.
“I will tell Dad that you sneak out at night to our neighbor’s house…..” she whispered to me, raising an eyebrow.
WHAT THE FREAK???!!!!
I looked at her in horror. How the hell did she know?
Dad narrowed his eyes, “What secret talk is going on between you two?”
I am doomed.
I quickly wrapped an arm around Prisha’s shoulder, guiding her to the couch with my most innocent-fake smile, “Aap thak gayi hongi, aaiye bethiye! Kuch khane peene ka laau?”
(You must be tired, come sit. Should I bring you something to eat?)
Prisha di smirked at me.
“Nahi, bas thoda headache ho raha hai….ek kadak chai mil jaaye toh,” she sighed dramatically.
(No, just a slight headache… if I could get a strong tea, that would be nice)
I internally sighed in relief.
“Anything else?” I asked, just to be sure.
She gave me her wicked witch smile, “Nope.”
“But if there are biscuits along with it, then it will be good” prisha di yelled from the living room and i nodded.
Ahh! Why does she always get to know everything.
Oh, Mumma’s DNA is finally DNAing.
I quickly made her tea and handed it to her, still wondering how she found out.
Trying to act casual, I asked, “How did you know about me sneaking out at night?”
Prisha di grinned and shrugged, “Ahh, I just guessed it. I seriously didn’t know it was true.”
I blinked. Wait.
Did I Just Become A Fool Again?
I am such a dumb person.
“You’re so evil,” I yelled, glaring at her.
“Bachpan se,” she smirked.
A moment later, she pulled out a small cream tube and handed it to me.
“Accha, yeh le. Apply this ointment. And sorry for the nail marks,” she muttered, taking my scratched hand and applying the ointment herself.
I sighed, “I’m sorry too….that your hair broke. Technically, it’s your fault.
Why were you walking around like an open-haired witch during the day?”
She rolled her eyes.
And just like that, ten minutes ago we were fighting like cats and dogs, and now we were sitting together like the most loving siblings in the world.
•••••
It was almost evening, and everything was going through last-minute checks. Damn, I felt like a mazdur—working like crazy but not earning a single paisa.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Sid and Yash. The call rang for a few seconds before Sid picked up telling me they are on there way.
I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a black kurta—matching with Ruh, of course.
Running my fingers through my hair, I fixed every little strand that dared to be out of place. Then, I reached for my watch—the one Ruh had gifted me. I had kept it safer than my own life.
After adjusting the watch on my wrist, I picked up my perfume bottle and sprayed it on my body.
Stepping back, I glanced at my reflection and smirked. I am looking handsome.
Just as I was looking myself, two voices interrupted.
“Self-obsessed freak,” Sid and Yash commented in unison as they leaned against the doorframe, smirking.
Rolling my eyes, I turned toward them.
“Why are you guys so late?” I asked, crossing my arms.
Instead of answering immediately, they walked into my room and flopped onto my bed like it was their own.
“Traffic, I swear. Delhi has the worst traffic,” Yash groaned, stretching his arms over his head.
I sighed, nodding.
Turning back to the mirror, I picked up my comb and ran it through my hair again, making sure everything was absolutely perfect.
Sid, watching me with an amused expression, shook his head.
“Tujhe pata hai, teri engagement nahi hai,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow.
(You know, It’s not even your engagement)
“Saj-dhaj to aise raha hai jaise ladki wale ise dekhne aa rahe hain,” Yash added, his lips curving into a teasing grin.
(You’re getting ready as if the bride’s family is coming to see you)
I smirked at him through the mirror, adjusting the collar of my kurta.
“Technically, ladki wale hi aa rahe hain,” I shot back, winking.
(Technically, the bride’s family is coming too)
Yash laughed, shaking his head, while Sid just sighed dramatically.
“Did Uncle and Aunty arrive?” I asked casually, adjusting my sleeves.
Both of them nodded.
Sid suddenly asked, “By the way, when are you leaving for California?”
“The next day of the reception,” I replied.
Yash hummed in response, looking at me carefully before asking, “it’s going to be hard for you to live there?”
I raised an eyebrow, “hnn?”
“I mean, you have never been away from your family since childhood and you’re used to seeing and meeting Ruhanika every day. Now, suddenly, you will have to live apart,” Yash pointed out, his tone unusually serious.
The thought had crossed my mind before, but hearing it out loud made it feel heavier.
“I have thought about it, but…” I trailed off, sitting down on the edge of the bed, running my fingers over the dial of my watch.
Sid asked, “Did you both actually talk about this topic?”
I exhaled, shaking my head.
“I know she is understanding, but I am afraid… I have gotten so used to her that the thought of living without seeing or meeting her makes me feel empty from inside,” I admitted, my voice low.
Sid and Yash exchanged glances before Sid spoke again, “But still, you have to talk about it at least once, right?”
I nodded slowly.
I knew how Ruh is. She never complained, never asked for anything. She just accepts everything. And that scared me. Because I didn’t want her to bottle up her emotions. I wanted to know what she was thinking, what she wanted, what she felt. She rarely demanded anything from me. No matter how many times I asked, she just smiled and shook her head.
I will talk to her.
Just then, my mom’s voice rang from downstairs, “Vihaan!”
Sid and Yash stood up, stretching, and we all headed downstairs together. The house was buzzing with people.
As I walked down, my eyes scanned the room automatically, searching for those hazel-brown eyes.
The urge to see Ruh in that lehenga was unbearable.
Sid, noticing my restlessness, smirked and handed me a chilled water bottle.
“Sabr kar balak, le thanda paani pi,” he teased.
(Have patience, my child. Here, drink some cold water)
I rolled my eyes but took a sip. My mom was busy greeting guests, and I did the same, but my mind was still occupied with finding her.
Where is Ruh?
Just then, a voice interrupted my search, “Kise dhoond rahe hain, saale sahab?”
(Whom are you looking for, dear brother-in-law?)
Without thinking, I muttered under my breath,“Meri Ruh ko.”
The moment the words left my mouth, my heart nearly jumped out of my ribcage.
The hell with you, Vihaan.
I turned my head slowly, already regretting it. And there he was—Kunal Bhai, standing beside me with a tight-lipped smile.
He raised his hand and patted my shoulder—a little too hard. Damn, it felt like getting smacked by a freaking rock.
Before I could come up with a response, my mom called him away. He took a step but then paused, turning back to me with narrowed eyes.
“Teach your hormones to behave in front of my sister,” he muttered.
I smirked, “My hormones forget to behave only in front of your sister.”
Kunal Bhai inhaled sharply, clearly trying to control his irritation.
I loved getting on his nerves.
Before he could respond, I grinned and added, “Now don’t ruin my sister’s engagement by making that grumpy face. It’s your engagement with my sister—be happy. Because after marrying my sister, your life is going to be miserable anyway, jiijuu.”
Kunal Bhai choked as he glared at me before walking away.
I was about to turn when someone crashed straight into me. Before I could react, we both lost balance and fell.
And just like that, my eyes locked with her—those hazel-brown eyes that always left me breathless.
My heartbeat went wild, my brain froze. She always has this effect on me.
Ruh quickly stood up and extended her hand toward me. Without thinking, I grabbed it.
My Ruh looks absolutely stunning.
She was dressed in a black lehenga, the fabric hugging her perfectly. She looked breathtakingly Beautiful—scratch that, she looked Hot. Her hair was left open, cascading down in soft, messy curls that reached just below her mid-back. The kajal in her eyes made them even more intense.
My gaze drifted to her hands, where she wore bangles. I don’t think I have ever seen her wearing bangles before, but now that she was, it felt like they were made just for her. Or maybe, she made them look beautiful just by wearing them.
I was so caught up staring at her that I didn’t even notice her moving closer. Ruh’s eyes scanned me from head to toe before her gaze landed on my wrist—the watch she had gifted me.
She smiled softly.
“As usual, you are looking Deliciously Hot,” she murmured, leaning in slightly and winking at me.
I quickly cleared my throat, completely thrown off by her remark.
Before I could step closer to her, a loud throat-clearing sound rudely interrupted us.
We both turned and froze.
Bua Ji. Why she always ruined our moment.
Ruh immediately stepped back.
I stood there awkwardly, trying to think of an excuse.
“Woh…..main mausam dekh raha tha. Kitna accha hai na?” I blurted out, glancing up at the sky like it was the most interesting thing ever.
Bua Ji narrowed her eyes at me, and I swear, I felt my soul leave my body.
Did she figure it out?
After a moment of suspicious silence, she huffed and shoved some packages into my hands.
“Take these inside and place them near Kunal. These are some gifts for the bride,” she ordered, checking her nails like she had more important things to do.
I nodded quickly.
“Ji,” I said, grabbing the packages before she changed her mind and assigned me more work.
Stepping inside, I found Kunal Bhai sitting in the middle of a group of relatives. Damn, it looked suffocating.
I placed the packages down and glanced at my side. Ruh was sitting next to her brother.
Sighing, I muttered under my breath, “Ye bua ji jab milti hain free ka mazdoor bana deti. At least paise hi de dein.”
“Kya bola?”
I looked up to find Bua Ji glaring at me.
Shit.
I quickly put on my best smile,
“Main toh keh raha tha, aap bohot acchi lag rahi hain iss black saree mein.”
Note The Sarcasm.
(I was just saying that you look really nice in this black saree)
She raised her chin slightly and fixed her hair bun, looking pleased.
“Really? Then tell me, how do I look,” she asked, adjusting her pallu as she sat down beside Kunal Bhai.
I forced a tight smile and murmured, “Kaali naagin jaisi.”
Immediately, everyone around us started coughing—trying and failing to hide their laughter. One of Kunal Bhai’s younger cousins actually burst out laughing.
Bua Ji narrowed her eyes.
“What?” she asked sharply.
I quickly composed myself.
“Arey, mera matlab….Ekta Kapoor ke Naagin serial mein jo villain saas hoti hai…..bas aap uski sagi behen lagti hain!,” I said, tightly smiling.
(Oh, I meant…..You look like the real sister of those villainous mother-in-laws from Ekta Kapoor’s Naagin serial)
A moment of silence.
Then—muffled snickers. Even Kunal Bhai twitched like he wanted to laugh.
Bua Ji’s face twisted in irritation
She twisted her face and huffed, rolling her eyes before storming off before muttering something under her breath as everyone started laughing after she left.
I didn’t lie. The way she behaves with my Ruh, those compliments suit her-note the sarcasm.
I exhaled in relief and was about to sit down when I heard someone call my name.
“Arey, Vihaan beta, pehchana?” an auntie’s voice suddenly rang in my ears.
(Vihaan, dear, do you recognize me?)
I blinked at her, completely blank.
“You were two months old when we met. Remember?” she said enthusiastically.
I stared at her.
Excuse me, I don’t even remember what I ate an hour ago, how will I remember her when I was freaking 2 months old. Like seriously.
Sighing, I nodded vaguely, hoping she wouldn’t ask more. But before I could escape, another relative caught me.
Within seconds, I was trapped in a circle of long-lost relatives. Before they could start, I quickly turned away to escape from Viva.
I found Sid and Yash as I darted towards them, only to find them comfortably stuffing their faces with samosas and gulab jamuns.
I glared at them.
“Sharam nahi aa rahi? Main yahan bhooka-pyaasa kaam kar raha hoon, aur tum dono maze se thus rahe ho”
(Aren’t you ashamed? I’m working here, starving, and you two are enjoying yourselves)
They ignored me and took another bite.
Yash hummed in satisfaction.
“You should definitely try the gulab jamun. Damn, it’s too good,” he said, shoving an entire one into his mouth.
A voice scoffed.
“I swear, you are looking like a baboon.”
I turned and saw Vani, shaking her head at Yash.
“You’re late,” I told her.
She sighed, “Yeah, I was getting ready and got late.”
Just Vani things. She can get a whole month to get ready still, she will get late.
She looked around before asking, “Where’s Ruhii?”
I pointed toward the room where Prisha Di was. She nodded.
“Tanya was supposed to come with you, right?” Yash asked.
Vani sighed, “Yeah, but her dad wasn’t feeling well, so she got stressed. But Ruhii called her an hour ago, and he’s better now. She’ll be here soon.”
Why is he asking? Doesn’t Tanya share everything with him.
As she spoke, I noticed something—her gaze lingered on Sid. Something was off. She didn’t behave like she used to. Sid, instead of meeting her eyes, stared at the ground. She looked at us and then walked away.
What the hell happened?
“Sid…is there something we need to know?” I asked him.
Sid sighed and shook his head, “Nothing. For now, focus on your sister’s wedding.”
I sighed but pointed at him, “We are having this conversation later.”
With that, I walked off to find Prisha di.
I stepped inside the room just as Prisha di finished getting ready. She spun around in her lehenga. A satisfied smile stretched across her lips as she looked at me expectantly.
“Vihuu, how do I look?” she asked, adjusting the dupatta draped over her shoulder.
“Chudail lag rahi ho,” I muttered under my breath before casually sitting on the bed.
My sister is looking damn pretty but am I going to tell her? Naah.
Her brows furrowed, but instead of snapping back, she simply rolled her eyes and turned to the mirror, fixing the strands of her neatly styled hair.
I placed a plate of food in front of her and poured water into a glass, “Mom told me to make sure you eat something before stepping out. You already know once you leave this room, getting a proper meal will be impossible.”
Sh grabbed the spoon and took a bite, “Damn, I was literally starving.”
“Slow down, miss hippopotamus. The food isn’t going anywhere,” I said shaking my head.
She glared at me mid-bite before speaking with her mouth full, “Shut up, you Brazilian bandar! You don’t understand—whenever I get nervous, I get hungrier.”
I shook my head as I grabbed a bobby pin from the dresser and moved towards her.
“This looks a little bit loose,” I remarked, carefully adjusting the floral gajra in her bun.
The moment I finished, a knock echoed through the room. Mom, Ankita Aunty, and Ruh walked in.
Prisha fi immediately stood up, her hands adjusting her dupatta as she greeted Ankita Aunty with a warm smile.
“Prisha, you look absolutely stunning,” Ankita Aunty cooed, gently tucking a dot of kaajal behind my sister’s ear. A deep blush painted Prisha Di’s cheeks at the compliment.
Ruh teased her, “I am sure Bhai is going to faint when he will see you.”
She exchanged a mischievous glance with Ankita Aunty and mom, three of them giggled, completely ignoring my presence.
I cleared my throat loudly, but they didn’t even spare me a glance. Wow. Not even acknowledged.
Ankita Aunty handed Prisha Di a set of delicate bangles, slipping them onto her wrists before leading her outside. More aunts and relatives gathered around them as they walked toward the main hall.
As Ruh turned to follow them, I caught her wrist and pulled her back. She let out a small gasp as I tugged her into the corner, pressing her back against my chest.
“Kahaan ja rahi hain aap?” I murmured, my lips barely grazing her ear.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she tilted her head slightly.
“Fikar mat kijiye, aapse door nahi ja rahi,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt an warmth spreading through my chest.
I took her wrist in my hand, my fingers lightly brushing against the cool metal of her bangles. Slowly, I slid one down, revealing the soft skin underneath. Without breaking eye contact, I lifted her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her wrist.
Her breath hitched.
A faint shiver ran through her body, but she stayed still, gazing me intently.
“You know,” I whispered, my voice dropping lower, “if looks could bend space-time, you in this black lehenga would send me into another dimension—one where I am lost in you.”
A soft pink hue crept up her neck, with a small huff, she turned to leave.
I caught her wrist again, “Wait a minute.”
Her brows knitted together in confusion as I dragged her toward my room.
I rummaged through my drawers. Where the hell is it?
Finally, my fingers closed around a small box. I let out a sigh before turning back to her.
I handed her the box without a word.
She took it cautiously, glancing at me before lifting the lid. The moment her eyes landed on the pair of jhumkas inside, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
She ran her fingers lightly over the delicate silver embellishments, admiration flickering in her gaze.
“For me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I crossed my arms, tilting my head. “No, they are for the ghosts standing in this room apart from us— Of course, Ruh, they are for you,” I remarked, my tone laced with sarcasm.
She shook her head with a chuckle, “You know, I saw these exact jhumkas when we went shopping, but I couldn’t buy them.”
I leaned against the dresser, folding my arms as I saw her admiring those jhumka, “I know. That’s why I bought these for you because you stared at them for exactly five seconds.”
Her eyes widened, “You what?”
I shrugged nonchalantly.
She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms, “Are you insane? What if I was just looking at them casually?”
I stepped closer, my hand brushing against hers before I gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Holding her gaze, I leaned in slightly, my voice soft yet firm, “Even then, I would have bought them for you—because your eyes noticing something is enough for me to make it yours.”
She looked at me with an intense gaze—full of warmth, affection, and something deeper, something that made my heart race.
“Trust me, Ruh. I can read your eyes better than you can,” I murmured, my thumb grazing her cheek lightly.
Her breath hitched for the second time that evening.
“Please wear it,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed her earrings and picked up the jhumkas from the box. Just as she was about to put them on, I gently stopped her.
“Let me,” I request.
She looked up at me, blinking in surprise, then gave a small nod.
I took the earrings from her and carefully fastened them in place. My fingers brushed lightly against her skin as I adjusted them, making sure they sat perfectly. The soft touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she remained still, letting me finish.
Stepping back, I admired how the jewelry complemented her perfectly.
“Now tell me, kaisi lag rhi hoon?” she asked, walking toward the mirror.
I leaned back against the bed, my gaze never leaving her. A slow smile played on my lips, as if caught in a moment too perfect to rush.
The soft glow of light danced on her face, her earrings swayed ever so slightly, and for a second, even the air around us felt still—like the world itself had paused just to admire her.
“Bilkul aise jaise chandni raat ki hawa bhi thehar kar sirf aapki ek jhalak paane ko beqarar ho,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that even speaking too loudly might break the magic of the moment.
(Just like a moonlit night where even the breeze pauses, eager to catch just one glimpse of you)
She froze, her fingers lightly brushing the earrings she had just worn. Her eyes flickered toward me, a mix of surprise. A faint blush crept up her cheeks.
But then, she met my gaze again, her lips curving into a small, shy smile.
“Looks like you are watching too many Bollywood movies,” she whispered, shaking her head, but the warmth in her eyes betrayed her words.
Then she turned giving me her soft smile and quickly grabbed her phone and shoved it into my hands, “Click my pictures.”
I exhaled deeply. Here we go. An endless photography session.
After capturing a few more pictures of Ruh, because I knew this wasn’t going to end at just one, I finally put her phone away.
She checked the shots, giving an approving nod before we made our way downstairs as Mom called me.
The engagement ceremony was about to begin.
We stood in a corner, watching as Prisha Di and Kunal Bhai exchanged rings. The moment she slid the ring onto his finger, an affectionate smile stretched across Kunal Bhai’s face. He returned the gesture, slipping the ring onto her finger with utmost care.
The hall erupted into applause. Relatives cheered, showering the couple with blessings while the photographer captured the precious moment.
Once the formalities were over, the crowd dispersed into smaller groups, some engaging in conversations, while others flocked toward the dining area.
And our group-Ruh, Yash, Sid, Vani, Tanya, and I, rushed into the kitchen, away from the crowd.
We started having long conversations which we missed in few months since we hadn’t met in a while.
After an hour, I got a call from my sister, “Vihuu, I’m starving.”
I sighed, my sister can eat 24/7—when she is nervous.
I rolled my eyes but went to gave her a bowl of ice cream.
“Thanks, I was literally dying,” she sighed in relief, savoring the ice cream.
A few more relatives arrived, and soon, some guests who had left returned.
Now, only the family members remain. Kunal Bhai’s family had decided to let us attend to the guests first and have dinner together later at night.
Yash, Sid, Vani, and Tanya had also left.
Finally, I could have my Ruh to myself—Vani, Tanya and Aashi had been stuck to her like glue the whole time.
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Mom’s voice rang from the dining area, breaking my train of thought.
“Vihu, go to the kitchen and check if everything is ready.”
Like the obedient son I am sometimes, I dragged myself to the kitchen.
But just as I stepped in, my eyes landed on Ruh.
And, of course, she was up to something.
There she was, balancing herself on a chair, reaching up to fix a floral decoration that had come loose.
I sighed, already knowing this was going to end in either, me scolding her and her ignoring me.
“Ruh, what are you doing?” I asked, eyebrows rising as I stepped closer.
She glanced down at me, completely unfazed, as if hanging the floral decoration on the chair was an easy task, “Oh, I was just passing by and saw that it was falling. Thought I can fix it.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped forward and held onto the chair so she wouldn’t fall, “Why do you always have this undying urge to become Spider-Woman? You don’t need to do this. Now, get down before you break your bones.”
She rolled her eyes, “Just a little more, and it will be done. Hold the chair properly. And don’t you dare make me fall, you Chimpanzee.”
How can she call me Chimpanzee. From which angle I do look at her like a Chimpanzee.
‘From right angle to obtuse angle to acute angle—long cut short, in every angle you look like a Chimpanzee,’ my brain dramatically mocked me.
Sometimes I really wish to throw my intelligent yet stupid brain out of my body.
I looked at her as a mischievous grin plastered on my face, “You already fell for me, Ruh. No need to risk your life again.”
She glared at me but couldn’t hold back the small chuckle that escaped her lips.
Why is she so stubborn? I could’ve easily done this for her, but no—Madam has to do everything herself.
She stretched up on her toes, struggling to reach the top. Her fingers brushed against the flowers, and in the process, her dupatta slipped slightly from her waist, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin.
Okay. Breathe. Vihaan. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.
I turned my head so fast. Don’t look.
Before I could stop myself, my eyes flickered back. Just for a second. Just out of curiosity.
And Holy. Freaking. Hell.
Her waist. Her damn waist. Smooth. Glowing. Like it was made for me to admire. The dim lighting made it look more tempting—STOP, VIHAAN FREAKING RAICHAND.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white. Focus, you idiot.
Focus. Try to distract yourself.
“Done!” Ruh clapped her hands together triumphantly, brushing the stray petals off her palms.
She looked down at me. A silent request for help.
I gulped. My fingers twitched. Alright, I can do this. I reached for her waist, carefully, respectfully, not touching her skin, definitely not looking at her waist. Just her face. Her face. I was doing fine, until…..
My traitorous, shameless, absolute idiot of an eye flickered back for just one damn second.
And that’s when it happened.
Ruh caught me.
She told up and arched a brow, lips curling into the slowest, deadliest smirk. Her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement as she tilted her head, “It’s hot, right?”
And me, Vihaan Raichand, nodded. Like a dumbass.
Then, the realisation hit. My brain caught up with my body. Did I just nod like a total idiot? My eyes widened in panic, and I shook my head so fast I looked like I was trying to shake off a bad dream.
But it was too late. The damage was done.
Then, with a teasing tilt of her head, she added a wink, “Why don’t you take a picture—it will last longer.”
I choked on air. EXCUSE ME?
What did she say? Like what in the world happened to my Ruh?
Ruh stepped down, brushing past me as she flicked her dupatta back with dramatic flair.
“Shameless,” she said, her voice dripping with smugness. “Absolutely. Insanely. Shameless.”
She walked away, her dupatta swaying behind her like a queen as if she hadn’t just destroyed my mental peace.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. She is driving me crazy—For her.
Calm down Vihaan.
After finally getting a grip on myself, I went back to helping in the kitchen.
But Ruh?
She walked back inside with that mischievous smirk playing on her lips, and this time—I swear on my future sanity—she was adjusting her dupatta every two seconds.
And not just adjusting it.
Madam was deliberately brushing the fabric over her shoulder, letting it slip slightly before fixing it again, repeatedly giving me a sneak peek of her waist.
Was she doing this on purpose?
No. My Ruh is way too innocent for this…..right?—Or maybe not.
I tried my best to not look at her.
Meanwhile, my mom’s voice cut through my distracting thoughts.
“Ruhii, beta, why are you here? We’ll serve the food. Go sit down and eat.”
Aashika, who had joined the kitchen, jumped in immediately, “Aunty, let us help. You all should sit and eat, and we’ll take care of the serving.”
“But don’t you have an appetite? Go eat something, kids,” Mom said.
Aashi grinned and replied, “We already had dessert and icecream, and now our stomachs have no space left.”
And Ruh nodded.
And just like that, they pulled the ultimate Indian kid ‘Please, aunty’ move, and Mom sighed in defeat.
After serving the food. Ruh had gone to sit with my Maasi’s kid, while I slumped on the couch.
Just as I began to relax, Mom called for me again. As i don’t have appetite and will have my dinner later
“Vihu, I think I forgot to take out the Paneer Makhani. There’s a bowl in the kitchen, can you bring it?”
I nodded.
I got up, fetched the bowl, and started serving the food. But the second I stepped into the dining area, my mistake—my gaze landed on Ruh.
And that’s when I knew I am doomed.
She was leaning against a pillar at the corner of the hall, her smirk growing even wider as she pretended to innocently adjust her dupatta. But this time, she deliberately brushed her fingers along the edge, sliding it just enough to give me a full view of her waist.
HELL NO.
My brain was short-circuited as i started coughing looking at her bold move.
And then—disaster struck.
Instead of serving the Paneer Makhani into the plate in front of me, I—absolute idiot that I am—accidentally poured it all over Ruh’s father.
Yes. Her father.
Vihu, tujhe sach mein phenyl wali chass peeke doob jana chahiye.
Silence.
Pin-drop silence.
I blinked, my soul leaving my body as I stared at the scene in horror.
There he was—Akshat uncle, sitting with his clothes covered in gravy, a stunned expression on his face.
I looked at Ruh, she glared at me hitting her forehead and immediately ducked behind the pillar.
Now she abandoned me.
I swallowed hard, “Uncle… are you okay?”
Silence.
More silence.
Mom gasped, “Vihu! Where was your focus?”
She signalled me to pass him the tissue.
Dad, on the other hand, burst into laughter. “Toh mere priye mitr, kaisa laga Paneer Makhani ka swaad?” he teased.
(So, my dear best friend how was the taste of paneer makhani?)
Typical Best Friend behavior.
Uncle Akshat wiped his mouth, glaring at Dad before deadpanning, “Good. The taste is good.”
Aunty Ankita joined in, laughing. As i could see Kunal bhai trying to control the laugh.
“Vihaan what did you do? At least do one thing properly,” Ruh’s bua ji scolded me.
“It’s okay, he is just a kid, mistakes happen. Don’t worry, Vihaan, no need to worry,” Ruh’s Dadu said, trying to control his laughter by looking at his son.
Finally at least someone is in my team. Thank you Dadu.
I exhaled in relief, only for Dad to add fuel to the fire, “Akshat, you look so funny.”
And then Akshat uncle smirked, “Not as funny as when you fell into a gutter in your childhood while glancing at your crush.”
Dad choked, “You Can’t Say That In Front Of Our Kids.”
Mom turned to Dad, eyes narrowing, “A girl?”
Ahnnn—that girl is my mom. She still doesn’t know that my dad used to have a huge crush on her and would walk all the way to her girl’s school just to catch a glimpse of her.
As much as I wanted to enjoy this drama, I have to handle a few things, specifically, my future father-in-law, who was currently drenched in Paneer Makhani because of me.
And possibly survive.
If I don’t do anything, my reputation will be ruined forever.
Clearing my throat, I stepped forward, putting on my most apologetic face, “Uncle, let me take you to the washroom.”
He turned to me with a glare so sharp it could cut through steel.
I gulped. Oh, I am so dead.
Despite his grumpy expression, he stood up, his movements stiff from the mess on his clothes. I finally understood where Kunal Bhai got his grumpy traits from.
Like father, like son.
As I led him toward the washroom, I stole a quick glance at Ruh.
And there she was, standing behind a pillar, barely holding back her laughter. Her hands were pressed against her mouth as she struggled to contain her laugh.
Huh. I will deal with you later, Ruh, in my own way.
But first, I needed to ensure, that her father wouldn’t drown me in Paneer Makhani.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him, “Here.”
He shot me another glare.
I swallowed hard. Okay, fine, I am scared.
He finally took the tissue, wiping off some of the gravy from his face.
Take a deep breath. Vihaan.
I took a deep breath, “Uncle, I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
My words fumbled as his sharp gaze fixed on me.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. “Lekin dhyan kahan tha tumhara?”
I froze.
The words left my mouth before my brain could stop them, as I muttered involuntarily under my breath, “Aapki beti ki kamar par.”
Uncle’s head snapped toward me, “what?”
I blinked rapidly, my mind freezing.
I forced out a nervous laugh, shaking my head, “I mean…uh…I am really sorry. I did it by mistake!”
I looked down, silently praying that he wouldn’t ask any more questions.
Uncle narrowed his eyes at me for a moment. And then be simply shook his head, muttering something under his breath before saying, “No problem.”
Wait, what? That’s it?
He turned away, cleaning himself up and I stood there, dumbfounded.
Did I just escape death?
Realizing I still needed confirmation, I hesitantly asked, “Uncle, you don’t think I am an irresponsible guy, right?”
Uncle didn’t say anything at first. He simply patted my shoulder and said, “It’s okay. Mistakes can happen, don’t think too much.”
I exhaled in relief.
Stepping outside the washroom, my eyes immediately landed on Ruh.
She stood there, holding out a towel for her father, but her entire face was practically glowing with mischievous grin.
Oh, she was enjoying this.
Her lips twitched, barely suppressing her smirk. She knew exactly what she had done.
I smirked back at her. Fine. Laugh all you want, Ruh.
But just wait. I’ll have my revenge.
For now, I needed to change. Because thanks to the whole Paneer Makhani, I am smelling like a buffet.
Second, I needed to prepare something for her.
Let’s get to work, Vihaan.
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Finally Chapter 55…!!
So how was tha chapter…???
It was a freaking long chapter…!!
I don’t want to write this much long chp, even though I am shocked at how the hell i ended up writing this long chp (9500+words🙂)
I also tried to split the chapters but then i wasn’t able to adjust the scenes🥲
Don’t you think Prisha and Vihaan’s bond is too adorable….like a perfect Elder-younger sibling duo🥹
(Even me and my younger brother fight like cats and dogs😂🤌🏻)
Your favourite scene???
Mine was the last one—paneer makhani 😂
And woh Vihaan ki chandani raat ki hawa wali tareef karne wala bhi
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