𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ♡ - | CHAPTER 69 |

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I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. My little tornado, Atharv was bouncing around me, asking questions faster than my brain could process them.

“Buaaa, boliye na! Will the little baby like me?” His big brown eyes sparkled with excitement as he tugged the hem of my kurti.

“Yes, baby,” I said patiently for what had to be the fiftieth time, “the little baby will definitely like you. In fact, your little sibling is going to love you so much because you are going to be the best big brother.”

Atharv’s face lit up, “Bua, should I make a welcome card? Like… a BIG one. With colours and stickers and my handwriting?”

I grinned, “Yes! That’s a perfect idea. Go ask your mamu to help you.” Let him handle the chaos while I enjoy the show.

Atharv bolted off to the living room, where the Three Wise Men-Dad, Yuvraj uncle, and Vihaan-were sitting in an intense huddle on the couch.

Without hesitation, Atharv climbed onto Vihaan’s back like a tiny monkey and declared, “Mamu, we have to make the world’s BEST welcome card!”

I shook my head thinking, This kid’s energy should come with a warning label.

Meanwhile, Yuvraaj uncle muttered under his breath, “Should I go to the hospital? I’m worried about my Pri..”

Dad patted his shoulder, “Calm down. Ankita and Kunal are there, plus bhabhi ji is also there. The hospital won’t allow more than two family members anyway.”

I was about to hand Yuvraaj uncle a glass of water when Vihaan snatched it and drank it in one go.

His hands were trembling, and then I noticed tiny teeth marks on his fingers.

Ah. Earlier, while helping Prisha bhabhi into the car, she had apparently bitten him and yanked his hair. Poor guy.

Atharv spotted it immediately, “Mamu, did a dinosaur bite you?”

Yuvraaj uncle nearly fell off the couch laughing, but Vihaan just muttered, “Something like that.”

I slipped into the kitchen, cracked open the window so a soft night breeze flowed in and dialed Alia, who was on night duty.

“Hey, any updates on Prisha bhabhi?” I asked.

“She’s still in the room, no emergency. Don’t worry, everything’s under control,” she assured me before hanging up.

Vihaan walked in right then, grabbed another glass of water, and gulped it down like he was auditioning for a hydration commercial.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

He leaned against the counter, restless, “I’m nervous… excited… scared… all at once. I wasn’t here when Atharv was born. This time I’m feeling… emotional.”

I softened instantly and teased him, “Aww, someone’s nervous?”

He gave a sheepish nod.

“Alright, Mr. Nervous,” I said, “I’ll make kadak adrak wali chai for you. That’ll fix you up.”

Meanwhile, Atharv was at the dining table, tongue sticking out, scribbling furiously on his card. His eyes were drooping but his stubbornness refused to quit.

“Atharv, it’s really late. Go to sleep,” I said gently.

He glared at me like I had suggested tossing all his toys into a pit, “No! I have to finish this!”

A few minutes later, he looked at Dad with sudden curiosity, “Dadu, will the little baby be able to read?”

Dad chuckled, “No, beta. The baby is very small. but when the baby grows up he/she will be able to read.”

Atharv’s jaw dropped, “Then I’ll make two cards…..one for now and one for later!”

We were sipping tea when my phone buzzed. It was Mumma. My heart skipped a beat.

“Mumma! How’s Prisha bhabhi? How’s the baby? Is everything okay?” I fired questions like bullets.

She chuckled softly, “Prisha is fine. Kunal is with her. Just a few more tests left.”

I ended the call, and immediately all four men-Dad, Yuvraj uncle, Vihaan, and Atharv-stared at me like I was holding a secret treasure.

“How is my Pri?”
“How is my sister?”
“How is my mumma?”
“How is Prisha?”

“She is fine,” I said calmly, rolling my eyes at their panicked faces. Oh my God, I am babysitting the babysitters.

Then Mumma’s voice came again, faint, “Our little girl is healthy. She weighs 3kg, cried a lot, and is now sleeping. I am about to take her to her parents.”

I froze for a moment, then turned to the room.

Our little girl.

“It’s a girl!!!” I yelled.

I watched their faces go from full panic to pure excitement, and I slouched on the couch thinking, Yep, I am going to need popcorn for the drama about to unfold.

What followed was complete chaos. Dad and Yuvraj uncle hugged each other.

Vihaan and I hugged too but quickly pulled apart, praying no one noticed.

“YAYYYY YAYYYY YAYYYY!” Atharv sang, doing a victory dance before Vihaan picked him up and spun him around.

“So, a little tornado is getting a little tsunami,” I teased, kissing Atharv’s cheek.

I sank into the couch, bracing myself, because what happened next was pure, unfiltered chaos.

“So,” Yuvraj uncle began, sitting upright with his hands folded on his lap and eyebrows knitted, “how do we impress the little baby?”

I blinked. What?

Vihaan flopped onto the couch, lying flat on his back, one arm behind his head and the other pointing at himself, “Oh, yeh toh mere baaye haath ka khel! Of course the baby will like me. I am handsome, dashing, charming…she will like me automatically.”

I groaned, rubbing my temples. This man and his obsession.

“We should buy her dresses!” Vihaan sat up, clapped his hands twice, “Aesthetic ones. Sassy, classy, so she knows her mamu has vibes. Classy vibes.”

Like Chimpanzee vibes.

Yuvraaj uncle leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and nodded seriously, “Girls are very expensive. Maybe we should think…the whole mall? It’s expensive, but we can all contribute for our little princess.”

And everyone nodded.

I leaned back, shaking my head. The whole mall? Are they serious?

“Wait, wait!” Dad jumped up, waving his arms in the air, pacing around the room. “We should apply perfume and dress up nicely for our first impression of our little girl. And no weird socks. Anyone with bad-smelling socks stays out!”

Are they serious??

Atharv jumped on the couch, “Everything must be glittery. Sparkly. Shiny.”

I smiled looking at his excitement.

He jumped down, ran in a circle, then stopped, “Robots. Cars. Toys. Rainbows. Unicorns. Or we can make a mini Disneyland in our house!”

Disney Land? In our house?

Atharv puffed out his chest, and looked at us, “She is my little sister and I will protect her! And sing lullabies!”

Vihaan stood up, stretched his arms wide, nodded slowly, and said, “Or we should learn the Mickey Mouse dance and sing for her!”

Mickey Mouse dance. Perfect. Let’s traumatize the newborn.

Damn are they forgetting she is just a newborn?

Yuvraaj uncle leaned forward, hands on knees, squinting, “Wait… what is that? ChocoLemon? No…Cocomelon! Babies love it. We can’t show screens, but we can act it out.”

Chocolemon??

Wow. Forget the baby…I now need therapy

Are we seriously…..serious right now??

I sank deeper into the couch, arms crossed. They were all moving at the same time, shouting, pointing, clapping, bouncing.

“Guys, stop. She is just a baby. Not even one day old.” I said, raising my hands already tired of all this chaos.

Translation-please sit down before someone sprains something.

I exhaled loudly, massaging my neck. I need a break or maybe earplugs.

At this rate, she is going to think she was born into a circus troupe not a family.

By the time Atharv finally agreed to sleep, it was 3:30 a.m. Dad and Uncle were already planning decorations. Knowing them, by morning the house would look like a baby-themed wedding hall.

I tucked Atharv in, built a pillow wall so he wouldn’t roll off the bed, and switched off the lamp. My eyes were just closing when someone knocked on the door.

It had been exactly 20 minutes.

I opened the door and before I could say a word, Vihaan slipped inside, covered my mouth, and shut the door.

“Don’t yell. do you even know the risk I took to come here?” he whispered like he was part of a spy movie.

“What are you doing here? If Dad or Uncle-” I began, but he lifted me and plopped me onto the bed right in the middle, with Atharv on one side and Vihaan on the other.

A mountain of pillows separated Atharv from the edge so that he doesn’t fall and me in between them.

“I told you, I am used to sleeping with you. I can’t sleep without you now,” he murmured, snuggling closer.

“What if Dad and Uncle find out?” I asked nervously as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“They won’t. I’ll be gone before they even wake up. And if by some miracle they do find out… what can I do? I’ll just ask your father to let you come with me as my wife,” he said with a grin. “So I can sleep every night hugging you.”

I turned and kissed him softly, giggling at his audacity.

“By the way, I’ll wake up early tomorrow. I need to bring lots of gifts for my niece,” he added. I couldn’t help but giggle again, silently praying that Atharv didn’t notice.

He turned me toward him, back-hugged me, and slid his hands under my shirt. The duvet covered us while little Atharv had his own tiny blanket. He pulled me close, rubbing his hands all over my skin.

“Can’t you sleep like a normal man?” I murmured.

“No one can sleep like a normal man with you beside me,” he whispered, his voice a little husky.

“But… Atharv is beside us!” I struggled, trying not to squish the kid.

He leaned in closer, but before he could… Atharv’s little arms and legs wrapped around me.

“This tornado is like his father always interrupting my romance,” he muttered, and I laughed.

Then, of course, Atharv opened his eyes. Perfect timing.

He came beside me, hugged me, and clutched my arm like he was claiming his territory.

Vihaan stayed under the blanket, clearly defeated.

“Why is he sleeping so close to you?” he murmured, sounding suspicious.

“Don’t complain,” I said, turning slightly. “If you want, I can throw you out and see how that feels.”

Vihaan, ignoring me, back-hugged me again and finally relaxed.

“Good night, Ruh and have sweet dreams of me,” he mumbled. And that’s the only thing I managed to hear before drifting off.

While silently thinking: This is either the cutest or most dangerous thing I have ever agreed to.

•••••

Morning came and I woke up with a heavy weight on me.

On my right-Vihaan had his face pressed into my neck, one leg over mine, arms tight around my waist.

On my left-Atharv’s small hands were clutching my shirt, his legs thrown over me.

These two creatures.

I shifted slightly, pressing my palms against Atharv’s side. I pushed him gently.

He rolled toward the pillow, his cheek pressing against it, his lips parting slightly as he kept sleeping.

I reached across to push Vihaan. His grip didn’t loosen.

“Ruh…please… five more minutes…” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

He pulled me closer, his forehead pressing against my collarbone, his arm sliding further under my shirt.

And i rolled my eyes at him. He can’t keep his hands off even in sleep.

I narrowed my eyes at him and placed my hand on his head.

My fingers pressed into his hair, rubbing slowly.
He exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing. His grip loosened.

I placed my palm on his chest and began to push him away.

“Ruhii!” My dad’s voice called from outside.

Vihaan’s eyes snapped open wide. He scrambled upright, his elbow hitting the mattress for support, then lost balance and fell off the bed with a thud. His knees hit the floor first, then his palms, and he hissed in pain.

Classic. Vihaan Idiot Raichand.

I straightened immediately and turned to Atharv. I patted his back lightly.

“Shh… sleep, baby,” I whispered near his ear. He hummed faintly and curled closer to the pillow.

I looked back at Vihaan, narrowing my eyes.

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze.

“Alarm didn’t ring…I set it before they woke up,” he whispered, his eyes shifting toward the door.

“Now go-bathroom. Move!” I said, tilting my head toward it.

He straightened his back, nodded quickly, and padded toward the bathroom on his toes, pushing the door shut behind him.

I brushed my fingers through my hair, pulling it back neatly. I unlocked the door and opened it halfway.

“Ji, Papa?” I asked, keeping my hand on the doorframe.

Dad leaned slightly to the side, trying to peek inside. His brows lowered a little.

“You were alone?” he asked, his eyes scanning past me.

My throat tightened, “No.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I mean, Atharv was with me,” I corrected quickly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

Dad’s gaze moved toward the bathroom door. I stepped slightly sideways, blocking his view.

“Why are you here so early? It’s 9. I slept at 4,” I said quickly. My hand rested on the doorknob, ready to close it.

“Vihaan wasn’t downstairs,” he said, still trying to angle his head to look inside.

I straightened my spine, “So maybe he went home or for a morning walk?”

Dad’s lips twitched into a small awkward smile, “He must have.”

He adjusted his stance, resting one hand on the door, “Actually…your mom is discharging Prisha today. I was making some mild food for her. Yuvraj almost messed up the kitchen. Vihaan wasn’t downstairs. Thought I would check in here too.”

I nodded once, shifting my grip on the door to close it, nervously chuckling,” why will Vihaan be here”

“Okay, then I’ll sleep a bit more-bye!” I moved the door toward the frame.

“Wait can I just check if the bathroom tap’s working? You said it wasn’t,” Dad suddenly said.

I froze, my hand tightening on the door.

“Didn’t you call the plumber last week?” I asked, my tone was casual but my stance was stiff.

Dad tilted his head, “Did I?”

“Yes!” I said firmly, flicking my fingers in the air as if dismissing it.

“But still, let me-“

“No,” I stepped directly in front of the door, both hands on the frame.

“Why?” His brows lifted.

“Atharv’s sleeping. The noise will wake him,” I said, lowering my voice, pointing toward the bed.

Dad hesitated, his gaze shifting between me and the bed. After a moment, he nodded. He stepped back, scratching the back of his head, and turned toward the door.

I waited until his footsteps faded, then quickly closed the door, locking it with a click.

Damn it, that was so close.

My shoulders dropped as I exhaled. I walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door open.

Vihaan was standing in front of the sink, his head bent slightly forward. In each hand, he held a bottle of body wash. He unscrewed the cap of one and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, then did the same with the other.

I stared at him, my arms folding across my chest, “What are you doing?”

“This one smells like an ocean breeze,” he said, pointing the first bottle toward me. He lifted the second one. “And this one is a tropical paradise. I am deciding which to use.”

“The heck are you doing?” I narrowed my eyes.

He squinted back, holding a bottle of body wash like it was a treasure, “Ruh, can I use this one? It smells exactly like you…sweet and chocolate. Like you just made me lose all my self-control.”

I gawked at him.

“I was literally trying to save you from my father, and you-idiot, nasty chimpanzee,” Before he could react, I smacked his arm.

“Bua…” Atharv’s cry echoed from outside.

Vihaan’s smirk faded. He quickly stepped out and scooped Atharv into his arms.

“Baby, what happened?” I asked softly, my palm brushing through his hair as he sat on Vihaan’s lap.

“Mumma” he sniffled against Vihaan’s shoulder.

Vihaan rubbed his back slowly, “Baby, Mumma will be back soon, so please don’t cry.”

Atharv suddenly leaned back, eyes narrowing at Vihaan.

“Aap meri bua ke room mein kya kar rahe ho?” he asked, straight-faced.

This kid just activated the Kunal bhai’s interrogation mode.

Vihaan didn’t even flinch.

“Your bua couldn’t sleep, so I just came to help her…. sleep,” He smirked at me shamelessly while I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my brain.

“Ohh…” Atharv nodded like he understood, but the blank look on his face said otherwise.

I crouched down.

“Little tornado, let’s brush your teeth, have breakfast, and then we will make a surprise for Mumma and a little tsunami!” I said with forced cheer.

His eyes brightened immediately. “Mumma kab aayegi?” Tears started pooling again.

“Jaldi aayegi, baby. I’ll call Papa and talk with him,” I assured him, patting his cheek.

He nodded, so I kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair.

Atharv marched to the bathroom, climbed onto the stool, and began brushing his teeth with fierce determination.

Vihaan walked in behind him.

I handed him his toothbrush without a word.

Why do i have one? Because, he practically lives here now.

“Baby, let me help-” I started.

“No, bua. I am a big brother. I can do it.”
He said it with so much pride I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

I ruffled his hair and got myself ready-just a face wash and quick skincare routine. I even applied moisturizer on Vihaan’s face.

I gotta keep my man’s skin looking fresh. Heaven forbid the wrinkles before 60.

Then I used the baby skincare Kunal bhai gave for Atharv.

Seriously, kids’ skin feels like clouds. Why don’t adults get this treatment?

Once the tornado was done, I headed back to my room and of course-there he was.

Vihaan. Laid out on my bed. Like he paid rent here.

I glanced at Atharv-he wandered out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I locked it.

“Vihaan,” I said firmly.

He peeked at me, then buried his face deeper into the pillow.

“Get up, lazy,” I said, grabbing his arm and tugging.

“Ruh…” he mumbled.

“Yes?” I leaned forward slightly.

He looked past me, eyes scanning the side table.

His lips crushed against mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue slid between my lips, and I responded instinctively, matching his intensity.

His hands gripped my waist, pressing me closer, while mine tangled in his hair, holding him in place. Every motion was deliberate-hard, fast, and consuming.

Neither of us said a word, only the sounds of our lips and sharp breaths filling the room. It was rough, urgent, and undeniably electric.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, forehead resting against mine, panting.

“Now I have my proper good morning,” he winked at me and then went outside the room.

I shook my head and took a deep breath.

Hmm this is a very persuasive way to start the day.

•••••

It was almost evening when Prisha bhabhi and Bhai were about to arrive. Finally, we would meet our sweet little angel.

My phone buzzed. Kunal Bhai calling.

“Yes, Bhai?” I answered, holding the phone close.

“Ruhii, can you do me a favor?” His voice was fast, like he was walking around while talking.

“Of course,” I said, leaning against the counter and waiting.

“Please change the mattress to a firmer one. During pregnancy, Prisha used the soft one for comfort, but now she needs the firm one again. She doesn’t fall asleep easily, so this will help. Also, arrange something light for her to eat. Oh, and I ordered clothes for her and the baby, please put them in the wardrobe when they arrive,” He spoke in one breath.

I smiled.

“Relax, Bhai. I have already replaced the mattress. Dad and Yuvraaj uncle are already competing over whose brownies Prisha will like more.” I turned my head and looked at Vihaan, who was fixing something on the cradle with both hands.

“And for our little tsunami, the cradle will be ready. Once the parcel arrives I’ll wash everything so remove extra tags from clothes which can make the baby uncomfortable.”

There was a pause.

“Thank You, baccha,” Bhai said, his voice was soft.

“Bhai, tell me, how she looks?” I asked quickly, holding the phone tighter.

“Like her mumma,” he replied, voice warm.

I smiled.

“Is she sleeping?” I asked again, pacing a little.

“Hmm, beside Prisha. Softly breathing, so tiny.”

“Please tell me more. Please, please,” I said, smiling without realizing.

“The moment the nurse placed her in my arms, she was so tiny, so warm, and I… I didn’t even know I could love someone this much in an instant. She opened her eyes for barely a second just enough to look at me and that was it. I lost myself.”

A year escaped from my eyes.

His laugh was breathless, almost disbelieving, “She cried, yeah but even her crying felt like… mine to protect.”

He continued his voice was so gentle, “I’m telling you, it’s different. It’s terrifying but it’s the best kind of terrifying.”

I laughed softly, “Please take care of Prisha bhabhi and come soon. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Alright, talk later,” he said, and I ended the call.

I walked to the kitchen. Dad and Yuvraaj uncle were standing side by side, stirring pots and arguing over which bedsheet color looked better for the baby.

Vihaan was in the corner, chopping vegetables quietly.

I stepped next to him.

“In dono ko chup karana aata hai?” I asked, tilting my head toward Dad and Yuvraaj uncle.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be using earbuds,” he said, pulling one earbud out to show me, then putting it back in.

I laughed. He set the pot aside and started doing the dishes. And I did other work.

We all waited eagerly until the doorbell rang.

Atharv jumped up excitedly.

“Yayya, baby sister is here!” He ran to the door but tripped a little.

I quickly walked over and opened the gate. There stood Prisha Bhabhi, looking a little tired but smiling. I held her hand gently and helped her inside.

“Welcome back, Bhabhi! Are you okay? Is everything fine? Are you feeling well?” I asked, the questions spilling out of my mouth all at once.

She sighed and smiled tiredly.

“I have already dealt with two grumpy doctors today,” she said, pointing toward her grumpy husband and our strict mother-in-law. “I can’t handle any more doctors.”

I laughed softly.

Just then, Yuvraaj uncle walked in and pulled Prisha Bhabhi into a warm hug.

“Pri, are you alright?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

Vihaan followed right after, hugging his sister.

I smiled, my heart feeling lighter just watching them. Vihaan guided Prisha Bhabhi to the couch and handed her a glass of water.

Suddenly, Atharv came running from the corner, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He jumped up onto the couch and clung to her.

“Mumma!”

She gently wiped the little tears from his eyes, “My baby, why are you crying?”

“I missed you, Mumma,” Atharv sniffled, wrapping his tiny arms tightly around her.

Aww, my little tornado.

Prisha bhabhi smiled at him, her voice full of love, “Won’t you go meet your sister now?”

Just then, Kunal Bhai came in, moving slowly and carefully, carrying our little tsunami in his arms. She was wrapped in a soft blue blanket, her tiny head barely peeking out.

I couldn’t see her clearly yet because Bhai was walking so cautiously.

Atharv’s eyes lit up, but then he frowned a little, “Papa, is she sleeping?”

Bhai nodded.

Atharv gasped dramatically.

“Aww!” I couldn’t help but do the same at his adorable reaction.

“No one will disturb my sister,” Atharv announced loudly, climbing up on the table like he was the king of the house.

I chuckled softly at his big-brother act.

“Yes, it’s Atharv’s order,” Vihaan agreed, but I noticed his eyes kept sneaking glances at the baby.

The whole room felt different….so full of happiness.

Kunal bhai carefully handed the baby to Adhya Mam.

“Prisha, come and rest a bit while she is sleeping,” he said softly, guiding her back to their room. She nodded gratefully.

A few hours later, after Bhabhi got some rest, we all gathered for dinner.

Yuvraaj uncle said proudly and went to his daughter, “my pri must be hungry, I already made some food for you. Come and have some.”

As usual, Bhabhi tried to eat less, but if you’re sitting with a grumpy man-meaning my brother-you have no choice but to finish the whole plate. Still, we slipped her some brownies on the side, just to make her happy.

We decided to put a mattress on the floor instead of sitting on the couch-it felt more comfortable for everyone.

Beside the hall, a narrow corridor led to a small window area covered with a safety net. That’s where we all settled down.

Prisha Bhabhi came down again, and just like that, the excitement was back in the room.

Our little tsunami was awake now, her eyes half-open and her tiny fists curled up.

And believe it or not-all the men in the house were standing silently, staring at her as if she was the most precious person in the world.

“She is so tiny,” Vihaan whispered, trying to sneak a better look at her face.

I chuckled at how soft he suddenly looked.

“She is pretty,” Yuvraj uncle said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Like a small firefly that lights up the whole night,” Dad said evenly, his eyes still fixed on her.

We all groaned and facepalmed before he could start turning it into a philosophical lecture.

Atharv tilted his head, studying the baby very seriously, “Mumma, why did she close her hands so tightly? Is she hiding money, or a toy, or a car inside her hands?”

We all burst out laughing.

“She is just little,” I said, lifting Atharv onto my lap.

“Papa, can I touch her? I promise I won’t hurt her, just a little touch,” Atharv asked, his big eyes hopeful as he looked at Kunal Bhai.

Kunal bhaiya nodded.

Atharv got down, carefully sanitized his hands with the bottle we had kept nearby, and sat beside Prisha Bhabhi. Slowly, he reached out and touched the baby’s tiny hand with his index finger.

The baby moved slightly, and Atharv gasped as if he had just discovered magic.

He tried again, but this time the baby let out a small cry.

“Why did she cry? Mumma, I didn’t hurt her. Does she not like me?” Atharv’s face fell into a pout, and he quickly ran to sit on Vihaan’s lap.

Vihaan smiled, patting his head, “She likes you, little tornado. She is just very small, that’s all.”

I looked at Prisha Bhabhi and smiled.

“Bhabhi, can I hold her?” I asked softly. “I really want to.”

Bhai looked worried, like he was already panicking about his daughter crying. Honestly, it’s always like that with him, when Atharv cries, he acts like the world is ending.

“She is crying” he said, his voice already tensed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make her stop crying,” I said, trying to sound confident.

Inside, I was praying I wouldn’t make her cry harder.

Prisha bhabhi muttered, “I already fed her, so you can hold her now.”

I gently took the baby in my arms and stood up slowly, cradling her carefully as if she might just float away.

Prisha Bhabhi leaned her head on Adhya Maam’s lap, letting her stroke her hair. She looked so peaceful, like she had been holding her breath all day and could finally exhale.

I carried the baby to Atharv’s room. She was wrapped in a soft blue sheet, looking impossibly small. Her tiny nose, her faint little breaths-it was like holding a living cloud.

I started rocking her gently. Slowly, her little sobs faded away, and she opened her eyes halfway, blinking at me.

“Aww, you are so cute,” I whispered, my lips automatically curling into a smile. I could feel my heart melting like chocolate in the sun.

Just then, Vihaan appeared at the door, leaning casually against the frame, though his eyes were anything but casual-warm, soft, and fixed on the sight before him.

“How are my little tsunami and her mami doing?” he murmured, his lips curving into the faintest smile before his gaze shifted to the little bundle in my arms.

“Did she stop crying?” he asked softly, as if the volume of his voice alone could wake her.

“Shhh, don’t be too loud,” I murmured, putting my finger to my lips.

He nodded and copied my gesture.

Atharv’s room looked like a mini toy shop had exploded, blocks, cars, crayons everywhere but in the corner was a small bed with neatly folded blankets. Atharv had made it himself for his sister. My heart did a little flip at the sight.

I glanced at the baby and said softly, “Looks like your brother really cares about you.”

She didn’t move much, just half stared in one direction with that newborn stillness.

Vihaan’s gaze stayed glued to her. There was something soft in his eyes, like she had just quietly stolen a piece of his heart.

“Don’t you think she looks like Prisha Bhabhi? Like a tiny little version of her?” I asked, glancing at him.

His eyes lit up instantly, “Yeah, exactly. Even her baby pictures looked the same. It’s like she is a little copy.”

I smiled and tilted my head at him, “Wouldn’t you like to hold her?”

He froze for a second, then scratched the back of his neck like an awkward teenager, “No…I…actually, she is so tiny, and I have never held a newborn before.”

He stepped back slightly, like she was made of glass.

“Why?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

He shrugged, voiced low and almost scared, “I’m scared I might hurt her. Newborns are so fragile. I think I’ll just admire her from here.”

I laughed quietly, nudging him with my elbow, “Darpok kahi ke.”

But I saw the way his eyes kept drifting back to her. He wanted to hold her-he was just scared..

I remembered my first time holding a newborn during my internship, my hands had been stiff, my heart racing. It definitely takes time to get used to, but there’s nothing quite like the feeling of holding someone so tiny and fragile in your arms.

The baby yawned and closed her eyes again, drifting into sleep like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“She is asleep now. Let me give her to Kunal Bhai,” I said softly, carefully shifting her in my arms.

Just then, Atharv peeked into the room, his eyes wide with curiosity, “Bua, is the baby asleep?”

I nodded with a smile.

“When will she wake up?” he asked, trying very hard to sound patient but failing miserably.

Dad, who was sitting nearby scrolling through his phone, answered without looking up.

“When she wants to,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing.

Atharv sighed loudly, clearly disappointed with the answer, already gearing up for another question.

Prisha Bhabhi was sitting quietly in the hall with Adhya mam, finally looking like some of the day’s stress had melted away.

Kunal Bhai took the baby from me with careful hands and carried her upstairs, moving so slowly you would think he was walking with a diamond.

Actually yes.

I let out a long breath and sank into the nearest chair. It felt like the day was finally settling down.

“Mumma, what should I call her?” Atharv suddenly asked, hands on his waist like a mini king.

“We will decide the name soon,” I said, keeping my tone calm.

“What?” He jumped up, frowning at me.

“Well, whatever your mumma and papa decide,” I added quickly, trying not to laugh.

Atharv puffed his chest out, “I am deciding the name! And she’ll listen to me.”

Vihaan walked in quietly, shaking his head but smiling.

“Yes, little tornado, but now come to bed. It’s late,” he said, holding out his hand to take Atharv to the upstairs guest room.

I smiled, standing up and making my way toward my room. The house felt warm in a way that wasn’t about temperature-it was the kind of warmth that seeps into you, lingering even after the lights go out.

•••••

After three or four days, when Prisha Bhabhi started feeling better, we finally held the naming ceremony for our little tsunami.

Now, she usually throws tantrums like a pro.I actually loved spending time with her and little tornado.

I wore a blue dress that I had customized with small white orchids printed on it. I paired it with oxidized jhumka and bangles. My hair was done, leaving the rest open, falling down to my waist.

I looked at my hair, the ends curling a little and swaying along my body. I have always been a mid-length hair girl, but I remember him saying he likes running his fingers through my hair and loves long hair. So, I grew it out.

I never thought I would do something like this, but I ended up doing the opposite of what I used to. I sighed and twisted my hair again.

Whenever I wash it, I always feel a little celebrity-coded, tilting my head here and there, letting it sway like I am the main character of a book.

I touched up my makeup, applied a lip tint, and finished with a light peach lipstick to complete my look.

I was busy arranging things. Everyone was here except my stupid chimpanzee and Adhya mam.

I went downstairs and checked for the preparation when Mumma’s voice was carried out from the kitchen, “Ruhanika.”

“Hmm?” I replied, walking in.

She held out a few boxes, “Take these to Vihaan’s house and give them to Adhya.”

I nodded, took the boxes from her hands, holding them carefully so they wouldn’t slip, and started walking out of the kitchen towards his house.

When I reached their front door, it was already wide open and there went
Atharv, zooming past like a mini cyclone. I didn’t even get a hello before he vanished down the hall.

This little creature was having the time of his life, running back and forth from Nani’s house to Dadi’s house like it was the most fun game in the world.

Lucky him he got Nani’s and Dadi’s houses so close to each other.

I stepped inside quietly and peeked into the kitchen. Adhya mam was busy, moving between the counter and the stove, checking utensils like she was in the middle of a cooking competition.

No sign of Vihaan.

And that’s when the little devil in my brain whispered: “Go upstairs.”

I never do this. I am not the kind of person who wanders into someone’s house like I own the place…. okay, maybe sometimes.

But today, it felt like I was sneaking into forbidden territory.

I placed the boxes silently on the table and tiptoed towards the stairs. My organza dupatta slid off my shoulder halfway up. Of course. I muttered a curse under my breath, that fabric is beautiful but has zero loyalty.

His door was slightly open.

I was about to knock but then thought, that i don’t need to knock.

I pushed it open gently.

There he was.

Vihaan stood in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time.

He was obsessed with it-to the next level. Not that I could blame him. If I am honest, I am just as obsessed… though for very different reasons.

He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white kurta, revealing his forearms-unfairly attractive.

Seriously, this man should be legally required to wear white kurtas more often.

My eyes refused to look anywhere else. Who am I kidding? They never look anywhere else when he is around.

Before my common sense could catch up, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture, his jawline sharp, his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. That small, unintentional movement made my stomach do something weird.

My cheeks felt warm. Obviously, this was his fault.

I leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, as if I had all the time in the world to stand there and admire my Man.

Then I cleared my throat.

He turned immediately, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow at me.

I tilt my head slightly, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. My eyes linger on him, letting him feel the weight of my gaze, “Uff! Aapko dekh kar aisa lag raha hai, jaise sitaron ne apni chamakti roshni aap par bikher di ho… aur aapki Ruh bhi, usi roshni mein doob si gayi hai.”

( looking at you right now, it feels like the stars themselves have poured their light on you and your Ruh is drowning in it)

I can’t help the tiny thrill as I notice him, his eyes darting away for a fraction of a second, his lips parting, the tip of his ear turning bright red, the only sign of him losing control under my teasing.

Honestly, it’s adorable, and I can’t help the tiny laugh that escapes me, hidden behind my hand, as I watch him try and fail to play it cool.

His smile deepened, but his eyes softened in that way that always made my chest feel too full.

I walked over slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck, standing on my toes so I could be closer. His hands came around my waist instantly – not hesitating even a second. I could feel the way his grip tightened, like he wasn’t planning to let go.

“Haaye…you look even cuter when you are shy,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against the corner of his lips, then his cheek, before playfully grazing my teeth along his jaw.

His breath caught.

“Ruh…what are you doing here?” he asked, voice low and a little uneven, his eyes flicking towards the door like he was worried someone would catch us.

“I came to meet you,” I said lightly, fingers trailing along his jaw down to his neck, “but it seems like your attention is somewhere else.”

His brows knitted in confusion, but before he could speak, I slowly undid the second and third buttons of his kurta. His eyes widened instantly, the tiniest gasp escaping him.

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the small mole near his collarbone, lingering just long enough to leave a mark. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me closer, almost possessively.

“When I am right here,” I whispered near his ear, “your attention should only be on me.”

His eyes narrowed playfully, a small smile tugging at his lips, “My attention is always on you.”

“wait…” I said, my voice low, as I reached up to unclip the small blue orchid clip from my hair.

His eyes tracked the movement, unblinking.

I stepped in, slow enough for the air between us to tighten, until the warmth of his chest brushed mine. My hand slid to his kurta, pinning the clip right between the folds of his buttons, my knuckles grazing him in a way that was far from accidental.

I let my fingers linger, curling slightly into the fabric before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, “Perfect…now you are not just wearing my clip, you are wearing my mark and my touch. And trust me, it seeps in deep.”

A smirk ghosted across his lips as he leaned in, his voice barely above a growl, “Good, because I am not planning to let it fade.”

Then his mouth was on mine, hot, urgent, and consuming. His tongue swept past my lips in one smooth slide, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes before deepening the kiss.

I felt the heat curl low in my stomach as he sucked on my bottom lip, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch before he devoured me again.

My dupatta slipped from my shoulder as he lifted me onto the table, his hands sliding down my back, fingertips brushing bare skin where the strings of my dress tied together. Every graze sent a jolt through me, and I kissed him back harder.

He broke away for a second, his lips hovering just over mine, breath mingling with mine.

“Did you put on new lipstick?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded, my chest rising and falling fast.

“Use this one. I like the taste better,” he murmured before pulling me into another kiss, slower this time, but deeper, his tongue tracing mine lazily, savoring every second until I couldn’t breathe without him.

His fingers kept tugging at the strings of my dress, fumbling but stubborn.

“Idiot chimpanzee,” I teased against his mouth, feeling the rumble of his chuckle against my lips.

When the strings finally loosened, his hands slid over my bare skin. His mouth trailed to my shoulder, lips hot and open against the sensitive spot before he bit , a sharp, claiming nip that made me gasp leaving a deep purplish mark.

He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on mine, tracing the mark with his thumb.

“Now it’s fair…you give me your touch, I give you mine,” he smirked, pulling me flush against him again.

After a lazy moment of tangled arms and heated glances, he began tying the strings again.

After freaking ten minutes he finally succeeded.

I shook my head, laughing, “Seriously? You took ten minutes just to tie this?”

He grinned, eyes dark and voice thick.

“Yeah…but you are worth every damn second,” he said, his fingers deliberately tracing the curve of my back, slow enough to make my skin burn under his touch.

“By the way, why did you come here, Ruh?” Vihaan asked. He leaned slightly forward, hands in his pockets, watching my face.

I nodded once, then suddenly my eyes widened.

My shoulders tensed, and I straightened my back, “Oh no! I had to give this box to Adhya ma’am!”

I stepped back quickly. My fingers went to my hair, combing through it to smooth it down. I tugged at my clothes to fix the wrinkles, then grabbed a tissue from the table. I dabbed my lips, then reached toward him and wiped the smudge from his lips too without looking him in the eyes.

“I have to go,” I said quickly, keeping my gaze on the floor.

He blinked twice, his head tilting slightly, his mouth parting but no words coming out.

I turned away and walked fast, holding the box tightly against my stomach with both arms. I didn’t slow until I reached the kitchen doorway.

“Ruhanika!” Adhya ma’am called.

I moved closer and extended the box toward her, “Mumma sent these for you.”

She took it with both hands, giving a short nod.

“What are you cooking?” I asked, leaning toward the stove. My eyes went to the pot, and I rested one hand lightly on the counter.

“Kheer,” she said, her lips pressing into a small smile. “So far, it looks okay. I just hope it turns out well.”

“It will,” I said, my chin lifting slightly as I nodded once.

“Let me help.” I took the spoon from her and began stirring the kheer, my elbow moving slowly.

She stepped beside me, folding her hands loosely in front of her waist. “Thank you…”

“By the way, Ruhanika”

“Hmm?” I kept my eyes on the spoon, glancing at her briefly.

“Do you like heavy, full jewelry or light, simple stuff?” She asked suddenly.

“Lightweight. Heavy ones are hard to manage,” I said as i moved the spoon in small circles.

“Do you prefer bangles or anklets?” She again asked, as her eyes fixed on my wrist.

“Bangles,” I gave a small, polite smile without looking away from the pot.

Why is asking this?

“Okay, one more thing-do you like red or pastel colors?”

My stirring slowed. My gaze dropped fully to the kheer, and my lips parted slightly as I remembered that day when he said he wanted me to wear a red lehenga. Heat crept up my cheeks, making them tingle.

“Red,” I whispered.

She nodded once, her eyes steady on me, holding me in their quiet intensity.

Her eyes held mine, steady and unblinking, like she was weighing every part of my answer. Then a small, playful smirk lifted one corner of her lips.

“Do you like to marry my son Or marry my son?” Her eyebrows lifted dramatically, her head tilting just enough to make me stumble in my thoughts.

I blinked, caught off guard, and my voice popped out faster than I could stop it. “Marry your son,” I said, flat and quick, cheeks warming.

The heck!!!

I stopped stirring the kheer as I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

She chuckled softly.

I pressed my lips together, my eyes dropping again.

“Uff! Don’t be shy. I am your future mother-in-law, and trust me, I am the coolest mother-in-law you will ever get,” she said, one hand resting on the counter and then she moved caressed my hair..

“Mam, I just…” I started, my grip tightening on the spoon.

“Offo, stop calling me mam. You can call me mumma from now onwards,” She leaned slightly toward me.

I gave a short nod, eyes still on the pot. Still cheeks are getting heat up.

“Okay, don’t be shy. I am going to put these away. Can you watch the kheer till then?” She asked holding the box in her hand.

“Yes,” I said, nodding once.

She turned and walked out. I kept stirring, my eyes fixed on the pot.

Mother-in-law.
Mumma.

Why is my heart doing somersaults? Is this normal?

I didn’t even realize how much time had passed. The spoon kept moving on autopilot, my mind running a hundred miles an hour.

“Ruhanika!”

I jumped, my hand clutching the spoon tighter as words came out of my mouth involuntarily, “Present, ma’am!”

My other hand went to my chest, and I spun around.

Adhya ma’am stood at the door. Behind her, Vihaan’s shoulders shook, and he covered his mouth with one hand.

“I took your attendance years ago in substitute lectures,” she chuckled, her smile small but amused.

She stepped in.

“The kheer is ready. Thanks for your help,” She walked past me toward the counter.

And went outside laughing.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

Vihaan dropped his hand and mimicked my tone, “Present, ma’am!”

“Stop laughing!” I said sharply, stomping my right foot.

He stepped closer and poked my cheek with his finger, “Present, ma’am!”

“Vihaan Raichand…you… you stupid ornithorhynchus, ” i muttered in anger.

He laughed harder.

I turned away and walked toward the door.

Kunal bhai stood there holding the baby wrapped in a blue blanket.

“Why did it take so long?” he asked, glancing toward the kitchen.

“I got busy with some stupid ornithorhynchus,” I said, giving him a small smile before walking past.

Vihaan followed closely behind, his smirk as infuriating as ever, the clip pinned to his kurta catching the light. Of course he’s still grinning.

Prisha bhabhi’s gaze shifted from him to me, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Nice clip-turned-brooch,” she said, her tone light, teasing but gentle.

I looked toward the opposite wall, pretending not to notice her observation, though a small, guilty smile threatened to escape.

At that moment, my father stepped into the room. I straightened instinctively, chin lowering slightly, shoulders tensing.

His eyes scanned the room, landing on Vihaan.

Vihaan subtly stepped closer to me, his posture polite but confident, and cleared his throat as if preparing for inspection.

“Don’t you dare lose that or let it break,” Dad said, voice firm, the authority unmistakable.

He shifted his gaze briefly toward me, his expression softening ever so slightly, before returning to Vihaan with a sharp, assessing stare. Then he turned and walked out, leaving a quiet tension behind.

Both Vihaan and I let out a breath at the same time.

“My soul literally went to heaven,” he said, resting his head on my shoulder.

I raised my hand and patted his arm once.

A throat cleared loudly from behind.

We turned and saw Kunal bhai.

“You, put some distance,” he said to Vihaan.

Vihaan stepped back immediately.

“Saale sahab, go inside and finish your work. I can see it’s pending, go and do it,” Kunal bhai said.

Vihaan tightly smiled and nodded, turning to leave.

Kunal bhai looked at me. I gave a small, awkward smile and stepped away from Vihaan.

A few hours later the naming ceremony was gentle and heartwarming, filled with quiet smiles and soft blessings.

I leaned close to the tiny bundle in my arms, feeling the weight of this little life, and whispered softly her name in her ear.

It had been decided by Atharv.

“Aarvi.”

The baby stirred slightly, tiny fingers curling around mine, and a warmth spread through me that words couldn’t capture.

When it was time to announce, I softly shared the name with everyone.

“Meet Aarvi Oberoi.”

Smiles and gentle applause filled the room, and it seemed everyone liked the name.

“Hii, Aarvi,” I murmured softly into her ear, letting her tiny presence sink in completely. She made a tiny noise, and I chuckled.

Atharv jumped happily, “Yes. I picked the name. It matches mine-Atharv and Aarvi.”

I smiled and nodded.

“Dadi, Nani, what do you think of the name?” little tornado asked.

“It’s good, Atharv,” Mumma said, picking him up and kissing his forehead.

And that’s how it ended. I watched the baby making tiny little noises, her eyes fluttering as Vihaan stood beside me, gently playing with her.

He was still a little nervous about holding her, but when Aarvi moved her tiny fingers and clutched at his sleeves, he just smiled.

He mimicked her little gestures, making soft sounds, and she responded with tiny coos and gurgles.

The simple exchange filled the room with warmth, laughter, and happiness, making our family glow with joy at the little life that had just joined us.

•••••

It’s been almost three weeks since our little tsunami arrived, and things definitely aren’t the same. We all wake up in the middle of the night because she just can’t settle down.

Prisha bhabhi tries feeding her, but she still cries. Then Kunal bhai picks her up and walks around the house, trying to calm her, but he has to leave for the hospital soon.

So basically, we all take turns like clockwork.

And guess what? Her big brother Atharv? He just sticks cotton balls in his ears and goes back to sleep like nothing’s happening. Classic.

And now i am getting ready as I had to go out with Vani and Tanya. I just took a shower and dried my hair.

Oh, and there’s a wedding tonight-one of our relatives. Not too close, but still..
everyone’s going.

Prisha bhabhi needed some fresh air, and of course, she decided she had to go. He asked her to relax, but she was hell-bent on going.

Kunal bhai, being the genius he is, rented a place close to the wedding venue so Aarvi and Atharv wouldn’t get disturbed and could stay nearby.

Honestly, I didn’t want to go. For the first time ever, I lied and told everyone I was sick just to skip it.

Instead, we decided to turn it into a girls’ night out. Perfect timing, because today was supposed to be a date with Vihaan-but of course, a sudden presentation popped up, and he had to attend it.

So yeah that’s how I ended up in this situation.

Ruhanika stepped out looking absolutely stunning. She wore a black bodycon dress that hugged her curves perfectly, sleeveless and backless, showing just the right amount of skin. Her waves fell to her waist, and her heels clicked sharply as she walked.

Her makeup was flawless-soft nude red lips, sharp eyeliner, and a touch of highlighter that made her glow under the lights.

With a free day today as her duty ended and tomorrow off from duty, she decided to go out with Vani and Tanya for a girls’ night.

She pulled up to the club, handed her keys to the valet, and joined Tanya and Vani at the entrance, turning heads with every confident step.

“You got the pass so easily,” Tanya said, eyebrows lifting as she adjusted her dangling earrings.

“That’s because it’s my father’s club,” Vani replied with a casual shrug, her tone making it sound like no big deal.

Ruhii and Tanya nodded in understanding.

As they entered, Vani’s eyes scanned the crowd. The heavy bass vibrated through the floor and the smell of mixed perfumes, alcohol, and faint smoke filled the air.

“Usually, business meetings happen on the top floor. And yeah, Baba didn’t want me ditching my bodyguard tonight but i did, so this was the deal, I will come here,” she added, sheepishly smiling.

Tanya exchanged a glance with Ruhanika. They both just nodded and followed her deeper inside, weaving through the crowd until they found a corner table away from the loudest speakers.

Vani slumped into the seat.

“My Baba is gone mad,” she said.

“What happened now?” Ruhanika asked, sliding in opposite her.

Vani leaned forward, eyes wide.

“He decided to start his own architecture company because he doesn’t want me working for anyone else. Bought the whole company and now expects me to run it!” She threw her hands up like the situation was too absurd to process.

Ruhanika chuckled, “So what? Learn from it, work hard, make it yours.”

Vani groaned, “No, no, no. You don’t know my Baba. He is so protective of me. Beusde I miss Karan bhaiya, he was chill. This new bodyguard? Always serious, like he is guarding a nuclear bomb. Don’t even smile!”

“Technically correct he is actually guiding a time bomb,” Ruhanika murmured under her breath but audible to Vani so she glared at her.

Vani waved her off, “But the real problem? Baba is setting me up on blind dates. I am so done with this.”

Tanya grinned, “Easy fix, just scare the guys away, you can do it easily.”

Ruhanika burst into laughter, covering her mouth. Vani narrowed her eyes, giving Tanya a slow, warning look.

The conversation softened, and Ruhanika tilted her head, “By the way, why don’t you show your paintings publicly? People would love your work.”

Vani sat up straighter, eyes going wide, “No way. Never. Only you two know about my secret account. Don’t you dare tell anyone.”

Tanya raised her hands, “Relax, darling. Your secret’s safe.”

Drinks and snacks arrived. Tanya immediately grabbed her glass.

“Oh, by the way, I have good news,” Ruhanika said suddenly, leaning forward with a small smile.

Vani’s eyes widened in horror and excitement, “Are you pregnant?”

Ruhanika nearly choked on her bite of food, coughing while Tanya snorted into her drink. “What the Heck?? No! I mean…my research got accepted for presentation at the international medical conference. It’s been my dream forever.”

Both of them sagged in disappointment but eventually congratulated her as they are happy for her.

“But I thought i am gonna be maasi,” Tanya complained.

“I even planned that our kids will get married,” Vani murmured as if dreaming of the wedding.

“You two are insane… how can this even be possible? We haven’t even done anything yet….” Ruhanika muttered under her breath, trailing off as the embarrassment finally got to her.

“Not even once?” Tanya asked with a fake shock.

Vani gasped dramatically, “That jhingur has great control, huh?”

Ruhanika mumbled into her plate which is only audible to her, ‘He always stops halfway… I never understood why. Doesn’t he find me beautiful that way? Wait, stop overthinking, Ruh.’

“Do you think he is holding back, or is there some other reason?” she asked hesitantly.

“Maybe he has a problem…that kind of a problem,” Vani said bluntly, tapping her nails against her glass.

Making Ruhanika choked on her drink.

Tanya gave her a look, “Or maybe… performance anxiety?”

“Performance anxiety?” Ruhanika looked genuinely confused.

“Or maybe trauma like the one Vani gave Sidharth,” Tanya added, pretending to be serious.

Vani’s eyes lit up like she’d just solved a mystery.

“Yes! Yes, it could be…wait, wait-you, Tanya ki bacchi! Don’t remind me of that!” she pointed at her friend, mock-scolding.

Ruhanika muttered softly, “but still we have been dating for 7 years and he never…”

“Shut up! You are beautiful. If I were a guy, we would already have kids like a cricket team,” Tanya interrupted, grinning.

Ruhanika couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

Vani leaned closer, winking. “Or maybe.. he’s just waiting for the right time. I know he can’t keep his hands off you, so why even think like that? Just focus on yourself and remember, you have the power to drive him absolutely insane.”

Ruhanika blinked at them, a mix of embarrassment and amusement warming her cheeks, as her friends exchanged triumphant smirks.

“Do you both think I should propose to him?” Ruhanika blurted out.

Tanya and Vani exchanged wide-eyed stares.

“You want to?” Tanya asked slowly.

Ruhanika nodded, fiddling with her napkin. “I do. But he just came back, starting his career from scratch. I don’t want to be a distraction. Otherwise, I would have already married him.”

Vani leaned forward, elbows on the table, “You have been together for more than seven years. Marriage won’t stop him from focusing on his career and it won’t stop you either.”

“Hm,” Ruhanika nodded but didn’t say more.

“Anyway,” Vani said, sitting back, “it was supposed to be girls’ night. But If you want, we can call Yash and Vihaan… maybe Sid.”

“Okay, I’ll go call him,” Ruhanika said, standing. She smoothed her dress and pulled out her phone.

Vani and Tanya looked at her and shook her head knowing she is becoming crazy in love day by day.

She went outside for the network and dialled his number. As he told her he would be free by this time.

First call-no answer.
Second-no answer.

“He told me he would be free by now, and it’s already more than half an hour past the time,” she murmured.

She sighed, ready to give up, but accidentally tapped the call again. This time, someone picked up.

“Vihaan, I was asking-” she began, but a female voice interrupted sharply.

“I get it, you are someone special. But it’s basic manners that if someone’s not answering calls, don’t disturb them again. Don’t distract people who are working.”

The line went dead. Ruhanika froze, fingers tightening around her phone.

“What the heck? Why was there a female voice?”

On the other side Tanya glanced up at Vani, “What are you doing?”

“Baba was at home today, so I couldn’t sneak a premium vodka bottle. I just poured it into this juice can,” Vani said proudly, shaking it. “I mixed it with juice so it tastes better. Plus, Ruhii hates the smell, so it’s better to drink like this.”

Tanya rolled her eyes as she unlocked her phone. A notification popped up, and the moment she read it, her mood crashed. She suddenly felt heavy and off.

“I am going to drink,” Tanya muttered, already heading to the bar.

Vani watched her, a frown forming, sensing that something was wrong.

Ruhanika walked in and set her phone on the table with a faint thud, her arms crossed tightly.

“What the heck is going on? My mind’s about to explode,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing on him.

A woman’s voice-clear as day-still rang in her ears.

And the nerve of that woman, answering his phone like she owned it, like she had every right.

“Worse, she had the audacity to say I am distracting him,” she muttered under her breath.

She had called him because she knew he would be free as he had told her that himself. Who was this woman?

The thought alone made her jaw tighten, a sharp heat simmering in her chest.

Ruhanika sat down heavily, crossing her arms, “My mind is getting frustrated. I need something to cool it down.

“Ruhii, kuch bolegi hua kya ?” Vani asked her but Ruhanika’s mind was somewhere else.

Before Vani could stop her, she grabbed the juice can and took a huge gulp.

“Ho gaya Satyanash ,” Vani muttered.

“What’s this? Tastes weird but kinda good,” Ruhanika said, licking her lips before finishing the rest.

30 mins Later-

Ruhanika and Tanya flopped on either side of Vani, wobbling like two very drunk toddlers. Their hands immediately went for her cheeks, tugging and pinching like they owned her face.

“You are so soft, Vaniii,” Ruhanika muttered, giggling.

“Like a soft pillow,” Tanya added, hugging her tightly.

Vani groaned, trying to squirm away. “If someone sees us, what will they think?”

But they didn’t stop.

“I swear, if you pull my cheeks one more time, I’ll… I’ll-” Vani started, but Ruhanika interrupted, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

“WHAT?!” Ruhii yelled.

“Okayyy, first question, first question…what does a house…wear?” She hiccupped mid-sentence, trying to stay serious.

Vani froze, blinking at her, “..Wear? Umm, paint?”

“An ADDRESS!” they both screamed, almost toppling off the couch laughing.

Vani rubbed her temples, “I swear, I am living in a full-on circus. You two are-unbearable!”

Tanya leaned in, wobbling dangerously, her fingers still poking Vani’s cheeks, “Okayyy, listen, Vaaniiiiii….what do we call it if an eagle… is sick..”

“Umm…patient?” Vani murmured, pretending to think.

“ILLEGAL!” Ruhanika shouted, throwing her arms up and high-fiving Tanya so hard they nearly fell off the couch.

Vani rolled her eyes so hard it was practically audible, “I literally cannot. Mera sar dard ho raha hai.”

But Tanya wasn’t done. She tilted her head, “Alright…why did the skeleton go alone to the party?”

“Umm…Because it’s his choice,” Vani said, already exasperated.

“Because he has no-body to go to the party,” Tanya giggled, and Ruhanika doubled over laughing.

Vani buried her face in her hands, muttering sarcastically, “Oh wow. This is quality entertainment. Please hold, I need a moment to survive this comedy genius.”

Ruhanika leaned in, whispering like it was the top secret, “And…why did the tomato turn red?”

Vani groaned loudly, “Why??”

“Because… it saw…THE SALAD DRESSING!” Tanya squealed, and both of them dissolved into uncontrollable, shrieking giggles.

Vani flopped sideways dramatically, pretending to faint, “I am beyond help.”

“Okay Vani, again…..” Tanya said, still wobbling.

“NO!” Vani snapped, shaking her head.

“Mai dukhi hu, and you are doing this with me,” Tanya whined.

“Aww, don’t cry, I am with you,” Ruhanika wiped Tanya’s cheeks dramatically.

“You want to dance?” Vani asked, and they both nodded eagerly.

“Go and dance,” Vani said like a mother of two toddlers, and they stumbled toward the dance floor.

Vani muttered to herself with a dramatic smirk, “Why should I handle this alone?”

She watched them bouncing to the beats. Tanya sneaked closer to a guy on the floor, dancing indirectly with him. Vani’s eyes narrowed. She pulled out her phone, recorded a quick video of them, and sent it to Yash.

“I should at least do this for my best friend…uff, kitna saara kaam kar liya, kandhe dard ho gaye,” Vani muttered.

The guy tried to approach Tanya, but Vani stood in front of her.

“Stay away,” she said in an intimidating tone.

The guy froze, and Vani stayed put, protecting her best friends.

Three minutes later, her phone rang. It was Yash.

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

Vani sent him the address quickly.

“I am coming in 15 minutes,” he muttered, and Vani nodded, satisfied.

Meanwhile, Ruhanika and Tanya continued dancing wildly on the floor.

Yash entered the club, scanning the crowd quickly.

“Thanks for the drive,” he said to Sidharth, keeping his tone calm.

“Yeah, no worries. You were in a rush,” Sidharth replied.

“You go inside, I need to make a call,” Sid said.

He spotted Vani sitting in the corner, arms folded, watching Tanya and Ruhanika wobble around the dance floor. Tanya stumbled slightly, almost falling, but Yash stepped forward and caught her by the waist. Vani exhaled sharply.

Finally, someone is actually paying attention to them, she thought.

Vani walked over to the bar, ignoring Ruhanika, who had slumped into a nearby chair looking like she’d just survived a war.

She poured herself a shot and muttered under her breath, “Kind of needed this and also a break from the madness.”

She almost slipped when someone brushed past her, but a firm hand caught her elbow before she could fall. She turned and froze. Her breath hitched.

Siddharth stood there, eyes steady on hers, his touch lingering just a little too long to be casual.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and steady, the kind that almost pulled the truth out of you.

Vani gave a small nod, lips curling into the faintest smile.

“Yes, I am okay,” she said, straightening her back and taking him in without shame.

He wasn’t dressed like anyone else here-no glitter, no loud colors. Just a pastel blue shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled, hair slightly mussed in that infuriating way that looked intentional.

She brushed past him toward the couch, telling herself, “Focus, Vani. Don’t make it obvious.”

“You are going to stay here only,” Yash said firmly to Tanya.

“No, it’s boring,” Tanya replied, wiggling in his arms like she was testing his patience.

“Stay here only, Tanya. We are going home,” Yash muttered, already reaching for his phone to call a cab.

Before he could, Tanya suddenly jumped up, wobbling.

“Let’s play ghar-ghar!” she shouted, nearly falling over.

Yash’s hands were instantly on her waist, steadying her. A flicker passed between them quick, sharp but she was too tipsy to notice.

“Why are you holding me?” Tanya frowned, leaning into him slightly.

His lips curved, eyes locked on hers as if daring her to look away.

“Because I can’t let you go…” His thumb brushed along her waist, slow and deliberate. “So stay right here, exactly where I want you.”

But then Ruhanika giggled from across the room, bouncing in place, “Yes. Let’s play it.”

Tanya swayed and announced, “Okay… storyline will be-We live in a small house. We don’t have much money. I am a teacher, and my husband is a teacher too.”

“I’ll be your beautiful daughter!” Ruhii shouted, waving her arms like it was an audition.

“Mera BP high ho raha hai yeh sab dekh kar,” Vani sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“Gussa kam karna chahiye,” Siddharth murmured beside her, his tone low enough to almost be intimate.

Vani tilted her head toward him, smirking.

“Aapko lagta hai main bahut gussa karti hoon, doctor sahab?” Her voice was light, but her gaze held his with a slow, deliberate heat.

“Toh abhi kya kar rhi hain aap,” he said, eyes darting away too fast-like holding her stare might burn him.

Tanya pointed at Siddharth, “You’ll be the sick father-in-law who only coughs.”

Siddharth frowned in confusion, “But… why only cough?”

“Because it’s the storyline,” Tanya declared, swaying like she was giving a royal decree.

Vani smirked knowingly, “Suits you, doctor sahab.”

“And you,” Ruhii pointed dramatically at Vani.

Vani tapped her chest, “Me?”

“You are the evil mother-in-law,” Ruhii announced proudly.

Vani leaned back, smirking, “Woww. Now I had to do this too. Perfect. I can be an evil mother-in-law like a pro.”

Ruhii turned to Yash, “You can be Tanya’s bro-“

“No,” Yash cut in, sharp and final.

“Why?” Ruhii blinked.

“I’ll be her husband,” Yash said, pulling Tanya flush against him like there was no room for debate.

Everyone caught the tension.

Tanya pouted, “No… you are not going to be my husband.”

“But I am,” Yash said, voice low and certain, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a slow, deliberate touch.

“Then I’ll divorce you!” Tanya slurred, her words clumsy but pointed.

“Why?” Yash leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers.

“Because I don’t like you as my husband,” Tanya muttered, chin tilted defiantly.

“But I like you as my wife,” Yash whispered, so close their foreheads nearly touched.

Siddharth cleared his throat. Vani cringed and looked away.

Ruhii clapped her hands confused like a kid, “We’re just playing a game!”

“Yeah…a very weird game,” Yash muttered, still not letting Tanya go.

Ten minutes into the ridiculous plot-Sid’s only contribution so far was an exaggerated cough every few minutes, like he was auditioning for a lung medicine ad. Vani, in full evil-mother-in-law mode, had just thrown her daughter-in-law and granddaughter out of the house, complete with slow-motion glares straight out of an Ekta Kapoor serial.

After the whole freaking ten minutes of drama.

Tanya suddenly straightened, “I want to dance!”

“No, you are not,” Yash said, stepping in front of her.

“Yes, yes, I want to dance! Look at him…he is so dreamy,” Tanya said, pointing at a man in black shirt across the club.

Vani pinched the bridge of her nose, fueling the fire, “Of course, you should go Tanya…”

Before Yash could stop her, Tanya grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the side stage, singing loudly and completely offbeat: “Chhod chaad ke apne Saleem ki gali, Anarkali disco chali!”

Ruhanika shot up, swaying, “Main bhi chali,” she announced.

Vani caught her by the arm, “Where are you going, mohtarma?”

“Where Anarkali goes, I go,” Ruhanika said innocently.

“Agar Anarkali kue mein kudegi, toh tum bhi kudogi?” Vani shot back holding her hand already knowing handling two of them is more difficult.

“But…disco mein kuan kahan se aaya, stupid?” Ruhanika frowned, tilting her head and giggling.

“Stand there,” Vani ordered strictly but Ruhanika’s lips wobbled slightly as Vani remembers how she hated the raised voice.

“Okay, don’t cry,” Vani whispered after seeing her lip tremble.

“I want Vihaan,” Ruhanika murmured, hugging her tightly. Vani patted her back.

Then she turned to Siddharth, tugging at his sleeve like a child, “I want Vihaan…”

“Ruhii, wait-let me call him. He will be here soon,” Vani said gently.

Suddenly, Ruhanika’s phone rang.

Vani picked it up.

“Ruh…sorry, I was in a meeting-” Vihaan’s voice began, but stopped when he heard the chaos in the background.

“I am messaging you the location. Come here aur apni Ruh ko sambhalo is se pehle hamari Ruh nikal jaaye,” Vani said, already too tired to deal with the circus any longer.

After not more than 15 minutes, Vihaan walked in, all formal in his suit, looking completely out of place in the chaos. He had clearly come straight from a meeting.

“What the hell is going on here?” he muttered, eyes narrowing at the drunken state of Ruh.

“Vihaaaaaannnnnn!” Ruhanika sang before throwing herself into his arms.

“Ruh,” Vihaan said softly.

“I missed you,” she cried, rubbing her nose against his shirt. He held her tight, guiding her to sit on the couch while he caressed her hand, as she sat on his lap.

She looked up at him and giggled, “You look really hot.”

Then she nuzzled into his neck.

Vihaan whispered, “She doesn’t even drink. How is she this much drunk?”

Vani shrugged, looking away.

“Vani,” Vihaan said sharply, glaring at her.

“Not my fault. She drank on her own. Ruh, sorry!” she said quickly.

“Let’s go home, okay, Ruh?” Vihaan murmured. Ruh nodded, hugging him tightly.

“I am taking her home,” he said.

“Please,” Vani sighed, “I’m already exhausted from being the evil mother-in-law. Though, I am good at it.”

Suddenly, a loud voice cut through the music.

Tanya had somehow climbed onto a table. The DJ squealed as the music screeched to a stop.

“No way!” Vihaan and Vani yelled at the same time.

“Suno suno, gaaon walo!” Tanya bellowed, arms flailing like a coconut tree in a storm.

“Nahi nahi, suno suno…ameer gaaon walo, gaur se dekho us Basanti ko!” she added, pointing dramatically at Yash.

Yash raised his hands like a man about to surrender in a Bollywood war.

“Me? Basanti? I think the script just changed and maybe the budget too,” he muttered, clearly wishing for an invisibility cloak.

“Yes, yes! This Basanti in the black jacket looks like a baboon!” Ruhanika hiccupped, wobbling dangerously on her heels.

Vihaan and Sidharth laughed, watching Yash slump in defeat, muttered dryly, “Saalo kamino someone saved me before i died of a sholay 2.O script overdose.”

Vani leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, muttering under her breath, “If surviving this madness was an Olympic sport, I would already have gold.”

“Basanti- or more like gabbar, thoda gender error ho gaya,” Ruhanika giggled again, pointing at Yash like he’d committed the ultimate crime.

Vihaan, ignoring the chaos, picked Ruh up into his arms.

“Ruh, kyu jale par namak chidak rahi ho,” he murmured.

She looked at him and then kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly as if he were a giant teddy bear.

Ruh blinked, tilted her head, and grinned cheekily, “Arre…mai toh laal mirchi daal rahi hoon, I love spicy..but you… hnn..you are looking extra spicy today.”

She leaned in, whispering it right into his ear, making Vihaan take a deep, shaky breath as he held her safely in his arms.

“This Basanti even made Dora the Explorer fail. She sees nothing, and this Basanti… well, this guy sees nothing either, iski ankhon par button laga hua hai ” Tanya’s laugh rang through the club so loud the DJ flinched. Yash facepalmed like history itself was judging him.

“Lekin isne kya kiya?” someone from the crowd shouted.

“Isne…isne mera jigar ke dil ke tukde tukde kar diye,” Tanya wailed, pointing at Yash as if he had committed murder.

“Jigar ka dil?” Sidharth deadpanned, sipping his drink.

“Meri dost ka jigar ke dil ke tukde tukde kar diya, is Basanti ne!” Ruhanika slurred, wagging her finger at Yash like he had just blown up the world.

Vihaan held Ruhii tighter, “Meri Ruh…ro mat. Hum fevicol se jod denge.”

Vani almost choked on her drink, eyes wide.

“Really?” Ruhii whispered, incredulous. Vihaan just nodded.

“I am officially surrounded by mad people,” Vani muttered, fanning herself dramatically.

Sidharth, never missing a chance, added, “Welcome to the circus.”

Tanya wobbled, muttering to herself. “He never understands me… sometimes I wish I could experiment on him…like, in a lab… to see what kind of idiot he really is! Because every damn person knows but he…” She trailed off dramatically, pointing at Yash, who was now hiding behind a champagne bottle like it was a shield.

Ruhanika suddenly grabbed Yash by the collar, “You bloody testudo. Why did you make my friend cry? I’ll put you in the OT and chop your heart into pieces-without anesthesia!”

Yash squeaked, “Wait… wait! Without anesthesia? Have mercy?”

“Shant… Doctor Sahiba… shant,” Vihaan said, stepping in like a human shield, holding her firmly.

“Toh aap hi batao, gaao walo! Mai kya karu is zindagi ka?” Tanya whined, giggling dramatically.

“So easy peasy… if you are done with your ex move on to the next. Girl! You can find many one here,” someone in the crowd suggested.

Tanya waved at a random guy on the floor, “Right!! Umm…You! Handsome..can we..?”

Yash stepped forward, his patience wearing thin, “Enough. Come down, Tanya.”

“Nhi aaungi!” Tanya said stubbornly, crossing her arms and sticking out her lower lip.

“Neech utro,” Yash said firmly.

“Nhhiiii!” Tanya whined, shaking her head.

“Woh dekho, dolphin ud rahi hai!” Yash muttered under his breath, gesturing vaguely. Tanya’s eyes followed the imaginary dolphin like it was the most important thing in the world.

Seizing the opportunity, Yash grabbed her waist, “Bas, bahut ho gaya. Ab chalo.”

“Nooo, I want to dance,” Tanya protested, wriggling in his arms.

•••••

The noise of the club still rang faintly in Tanya’s ears as Yash helped her into the cab, his arm firm around her waist like he was afraid she might slip away. She swayed slightly, her perfume mingling with the faint scent of his cologne, and his grip only tightened.

“Careful,” he murmured, low enough for only her to hear, his breath grazing her temple.

When she leaned back against the seat, he added, “And you shouldn’t dance with people you don’t know.”

His hand stayed at the small of her back, thumb rubbing absent circles into the satin of her dress like it was second nature.

Tanya smirked through her tipsy haze, “Why? Jealous?”

“Just cautious,” Yash replied, eyes fixed forward, jaw clenched as though holding back more than words.

She giggled softly, “He was good-looking.”

Something sharp flickered in Yash’s gaze before he turned to her.

“No, Tanya. You shouldn’t even dance-or talk-to strangers.” His voice had an edge now, low and rough, making the air between them heavier.

Her smirk faltered, “You bloody kamine insaan! Why do you care if I dance, flirt, or even kiss someone else?”

The cab fell silent. Yash’s fingers dug slightly into her waist, pulling her closer until her thigh pressed against his. She could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Don’t you dare, Tanya…” His voice was quiet but it carried a dangerous weight, like it was holding back everything he wasn’t ready to say.

He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing near her ear, “Because…the moment you even think about someone else, I’ll make sure you forget every other face exists.”

Her breath hitched, heart racing, as she hiccupped and her mind went blank for a moment. Her eyes, slightly tipsy, glimmered as she leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.

Yash could feel every small movement, every heartbeat, and it made him tighten his hold just slightly, as if letting go was impossible.

The driver cleared his throat. “Sir, should I-“

“Drive,” Yash cut in, his tone clipped with hint of embarrassment yet protectiveness.

The ride back was quiet, the only sound of her uneven breathing.

When they reached her building, he didn’t wake her fully just scooped her into his arms.

She felt the solid press of his chest against her cheek, his heartbeat steady but faster than normal.

He set her gently on the couch of her bedroom, “Sit here.”

Tanya’s head tilted, her half-lidded eyes tracing his face like she was trying to read the parts he kept hidden.

“Why… are you like this?” she whispered.

“Like what?” He crouched in front of her, close enough that his knees brushed hers.

“Do you… like seeing me like this? In this state?” Her voice cracked, tears sliding down before she could blink them away.

“Shh, Tanya. What are you saying?” His thumbs caught the tears, his touch lingering, warm and protective.

“So…how was your date? Did your marriage get fixed?” she asked, her tone laced with hurt.

Yash’s brows furrowed, “How do you know?”

She pointed lazily toward her phone on the table, then closed her eyes.

He sighed and pulled her against him, her cheek pressing into his shoulder. “It wasn’t a date, stupid. It was a family dinner. I had to meet a girl, but there’s no marriage talk. She already has a fiancé.”

Her lashes lifted, suspicion still in her gaze, “Really?”

“Really.”

Suddenly, she pushed him back against the couch. “Then why do you always do this? Act like you care but…you don’t..”

Before he could respond, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her knees sank into the cushion on either side of his torso, and the satin of her brown dress whispered against him as she shifted closer.

“Why can’t you see my eyes?” she breathed, her lips barely an inch from his cheek.

“Tanya…” His voice was rough, unsteady.

Her mouth brushed along the line of his jaw, warm breath spilling over his skin. She slid his jacket from his shoulders, letting it drop silently to the floor.

“Maybe you can never see me..” she murmured, forehead resting against his, voice shaky but defiant. “The way I see you…even when you are looking everywhere else….”

Her fingers curled into the back of his shirt, gripping him like he might slip away.

She leaned in closer, closing every inch of space between them. Yash’s breath hitched as the heat of her pressed against him, her hair brushing his neck, sending shivers down his spine. She kissed the side of his neck softly, leaving a faint mark of lipstick.

“I hate you… really hate you…but…” she whispered, tears brimming.

“Sometimes I wonder if you really don’t understand my feelings…or if you are just pretending not to,” she said, eyes locked on his, the question lingering between them.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him. Every curve of her body pressed into his, every heartbeat, every shiver-it was overwhelming.

“What do you think?” he whispered, lips hovering dangerously close, breath hot against hers.

She hiccupped, her heart racing as she leaned closer to him. The warmth between them, the closeness, every unspoken word everything pressed heavy in the air.

But before either of them could cross that final line, her eyes fluttered shut already lost to sleep, her body melting against his in quiet surrender.

Yash exhaled a curse under his breath and held her safely, his eyes lingering on her sleeping figure in his lap. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her temple, fingers threading gently through her hair.

Carefully, he carried her to the bed, adjusting the strap of her dress that had slipped down her shoulder.

He pulled the blanket up over her, tucking it softly around her, and set the AC to a gentler, softer chill.

For a moment, he just stood there, watching her breathe, the quiet hum of the room filled only with the warmth of her presence.

He turned to leave but paused in the doorway. “What if she sleepwalks again?”

So he left the bedroom door slightly ajar, returning quietly to the hall couch.

He settled there, close enough to hear her if she stirred, close enough to respond if she needed him.

His eyes fell on her phone still on the table.

Picking up her phone, he scrolled through the pictures someone had sent her earlier, curious to see who had sent them. His brow furrowed slightly as he saw the name of the sender, and a quiet tension settled over him.

•••••

Sid and Vani were standing awkwardly when suddenly Vani’s car wouldn’t start and finally died.

“Isko bhi abhi hona tha,” she muttered, kicking the dashboard in frustration.

Sid raised an eyebrow his tone was light, “I can drop you home.”

“No,” Vani snapped, folding her arms like a queen, refusing to look at him.

“I can go by the rickshaw too,” she added, flipping her hair and stepping outside the parking lot.

“You have never even taken a rickshaw before. I can drop you, Vani,” Sid called after her.

“I don’t need your help,” she said sharply, trying to sound tough.

Sid adjusted his glasses and let out a soft sigh, “Are you still mad about what happened years ago?”

Vani rolled her eyes, trying to hide the tiny hurt in her chest, “Why would I be mad about you….you rejecting me?”

Sid rubbed the back of his neck, his voice calm but careful, “Then why aren’t you talking to me?”

“I am talking to you. Hi, Siddharth,” she said dramatically, tilting her head, letting just a hint of warmth slip through her teasing.

Sid couldn’t stop the small grin forming on his face.

“Ab thik hai…now excuse me, I have to go and take my beauty sleep,” she added, wobbling slightly on her heels to keep up her strict facade.

Sid shook his head, silently following her like a shadow, careful not to overstep.

They stopped a rickshaw, and Vani told him the address and then asked, “Bhaiya, kitna kiraya hoga?”

“450 rupees,” the driver said.

Vani blinked, pretending to be professional as if it involves her daily life, “Okay…”

Sid leaned closer, brushing her hand lightly and pulling her close a little bit, “It should be 200.”

The driver coughed awkwardly, sensing the tension as he got caught overcharging, “Bhaiya ji… baarish ka mausam hai, gaddhe hain… itne paise toh bante hain na…”

“Doctor, I said I don’t need your help, why can’t you understand” Vani snapped, pulling her hand back, her voice sharp but her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit.

Sid smirked, one eyebrow raised, “Who said I am helping you? I am just saving the poor rickshaw-wala from a dangerous passenger.”

“How dare you?” Vani muttered, folding her arms like a queen ready to declare war.

“Dare? I haven’t even started yet,” Sid replied, smirking.

Vani’s heart did a little flip-she definitely wasn’t expecting him to be this infuriatingly charming but still she compose herself.

“I can handle myself,” she said, flipping her hair and narrowing her eyes

“What a joke,” he muttered, smirking. “You can’t even handle your wallet properly. You will handle yourself?”

Vani bit her lip, she knew she was wrong but still she has to fight to prove her right.

“I knew it fell… I was just testing if your glasses would notice,” she said, her voice softer than before, teasing but honestly.

“So that’s the reason, hmm,” he murmured, stepping just a little closer, letting the warmth of his presence brush against her.

His voice was low, teasing, yet intimate. “I should start paying too much attention to little things you do.”

Vani instinctively stepped back, though her eyes stayed locked on his, sharp and fiery.

Her heart raced, betraying her strict front, and a small shiver ran down her spine at the way his gaze lingered on her.

Sid let his smirk deepen, enjoying the silent effect he had on her. “Careful,” he whispered, almost to himself, “these little tricks…they are starting to have an effect.”

“Madam aur bhaiya ji, apna mel milaap khatam kijiye aur ghar jaa kar jo karna hai kariye…main chalta hoon, dusri sawaari intezaar kar rahi hai!” the driver asked, clearly fed up and the passenger already sat giving them thumbs up.

“Areyy! Bhaiya…Suniye!” Vani yelled, but her heel got stuck again, and she almost toppled.

Sid was there instantly, his hands firm around her waist, steadying her.

A jolt ran through her at his touch, her stomach fluttering in a way she wasn’t ready to admit.

“Am I actually having my Bollywood moment with my crush?” she murmured under her breath, a smile tugging at her lips as she glanced at Sid and noticed his nervous gaze.

Before she could enjoy her dreamy moment… thud.

She stumbled and fell to the ground.

Sid froze, eyes wide, heart racing.

“The heck is wrong with you?” she barked, a mix of anger and exasperation.

Sid knelt quickly, reaching for her, voice low but dramatic, “I… I am sorry! It’s just… holding you like that…it felt electrifying and maybe a little ticklish…and now I am having this weird… intense…sensation. Totally not my fault!”

Vani blinked at him, part of her annoyed, part of her secretly amused at his over-the-top dramatics.

He held out his hand, and she took it-but instead of stepping back, she closed the distance between them, her smirk returning, sharp and confident.

Her eyes locked on his, voice low and teasing, “Electrifying, huh? You sure it wasn’t just static… enough to make you lose your mind?”

Sid’s breath hitched, heart racing. He swallowed, caught between wanting to tease back and surrendering to her boldness.

She leaned in just enough for her shoulder to graze his, the contact sending a shiver down both their spines. “Careful, doctor… I guess, I have the power to give you an electric… intense shot.”

Sid’s breath hitched, his gaze locking on hers. “Oh… really? And should I be scared or excited?” His voice dropped lower, just enough for her to feel the warmth in it.

“Maybe a little of both,” she whispered, letting her fingers brush and linger against his chest, tracing the outline subtly, feeling the heat beneath.

A slow, wicked grin curved his lips, exactly matching her tone, “Hmm.. I think I can handle both… though I might need some guidance.”

He cleared his throat, pretending to regain composure, but his hand lingered a fraction too long near hers, “So, can I drop you now? It’s late and I can’t exactly leave you here”

Vani tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hiding the tiny flush rising on her cheeks, “Don’t worry my driver’s on the way. I called him. He will be here in a few minutes.”

Rain fell steadily, drumming softly around them.

They huddled under the bus stop shed, bodies brushing, the streetlight casting a soft golden glow over Vani.

Her shoulder-length wavy hair clung to damp cheeks and neck, strands shimmering, and her dusky skin glowed under the streetlight, glistening with tiny droplets that traced delicate paths along her arms and collarbone.

With a small pout, she cursed the rain under her breath, brushing at the stubborn strands that refused to stay in place.

His glasses fogged, blurring the view. He quickly wiped them, adjusting carefully just to see her clearly-every detail captivating, every movement mesmerizing. He hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until his chest gave a sudden, unfamiliar flutter. Almost foolishly, he adjusted his glasses again, as if that tiny act could steady the beating of his heart.

He tried to avoid but failed miserably, nerves betraying him.

“Pass aa jaaiye, Doctor Sahab,” Vani teased, eyes sparkling. “Aur bhi acche se sundar nazara dikhega.”

Caught off guard, Sid’s eyes flicked to her lips, then to the soft waves of her hair and the glow on her skin.

Vani noticed his stare, a sly smile forming, “Doctor sahab sambhal kar…. you might get shocked again.”

Sid’s hand brushed hers almost accidentally. “I…I don’t think I would mind being shocked,” he murmured, voice low.

She chuckled.

When her driver arrived, she leaned slightly toward him.

“See you soon, Doctor,” she whispered, giving a playful wink.

Sid watched the car drive away, heart racing, the warmth of her presence lingering.

He adjusted his glasses once more-not to see better, but to quietly admire her, as if memorizing every detail he couldn’t quite believe was real.

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Finally Chapter 69…!!
So how was the chapter???

Your favourite scene??
Mine was when Ruh was admiring her chimpanzee 💗 😭
And three wise men and a little tornado decided how to impress little baby😂👍🏻
And Ruh and Tanya were irritating Vani😂

I freaking enjoyed writing Yash-Tanya and Sid-Vani’s scene 😭🎀
Since they are going to have their own book, I just added a small scene of theirs.

NOTE-(PLEASE READ)

Hnn, coming to the main part… first, I am sorry I made you wait for so long because my life had so many things I needed to adjust to, and my brain was not bringing itself to write anything.

And I am very sorry if this chapter didn’t turn out the way you expected because somehow i wasn’t able to write any scene 😭

Second point… almost everyone asked me for an update, but when I asked for votes, there were barely any votes in the last chapter. I am a little bit hurt.

Like, see the views and the votes. The last chapter crossed around 12K+++ views (rounded off) and it barely crossed 1.5K votes. I just asked you to vote, at least I could expect 2K votes. Is it really that tough to press a single button? 🥲

Writing takes a lot of time for someone like me, who mostly writes for herself to relieve stress. I can’t always be active, I can’t always have the perfect thoughts, yet I keep writing. Sometimes I don’t even feel the chapters I write are good enough like this chapter, I deleted three scenes because they didn’t feel right, and there are times when I can’t write a single word.

But I keep writing because I remember I started this journey not only for my own comfort, to relieve my stress, but also to create a book for you all that can bring a little relief from anything troubling you and that’s the reason I continue.

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