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अब से कोई ख़ुशी नहीं
जिसकी तुम वजह नहीं
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अब से कोई राह नहीं
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ये ज़िन्दगी मेरी हो गयी तेरी
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हर बात है
जब तुम हो साथ
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It was a fresh, almost deceptively calm morning at school-the kind that comes after a storm of celebrations. The chaos of the annual function had barely settled, only to be replaced by the looming pressure of exams just after the diwali festival.
Yet, in the middle of that seriousness sat Ansh, usually composed, focused, and unreadable-now smiling to himself like a complete loverboy. He sat at his desk with an absent-minded grin, eyes soft, cheeks slightly pink, clearly still living in the afterglow of Aditi’s confession. He wasn’t even pretending to pay attention anymore.
“dekh to kuch jyada hi dant dikha raha raha hai…pta nahi raat ko soya bhi hoga ya nahi,” Ruhaan commented under his breath, leaning toward Prateek, who immediately made a dramatic disgusted face.
“haan… dekh hi raha hu kab se,” Prateek replied, shaking his head as if witnessing a tragedy.
Before they could tease him further, Nisha ma’am entered the classroom, and the students straightened up almost on instinct. Books were opened, chatter died down, and the room slipped into its usual disciplined silence.
A few minutes later, the door opened again, and this time Vandana ma’am-the event coordinator-walked in, followed closely by Aditi, who was holding a few files.
The moment Ansh saw her, something visibly lit up in him. His posture straightened, his smile softened, and his eyes followed her without even trying to hide it. Aditi noticed him staring, a faint smile curved her lips, but she quickly masked it, pretending to focus on the papers in her hands.
“lo aagyi ye bhi…ab to bhool hi jao hame dekhega bhi ye,” Ruhaan muttered.
“nigahein to abhi se nhi hatt rhi iski,” Prateek added with a smirk.
Vandana ma’am spoke quietly with Nisha ma’am for a moment, then turned toward Ansh.
“Ansh…come here beta,” Nisha ma’am called out.
But Ansh didn’t respond. He was still lost-watching the way Aditi stood, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“chala bhi ja majnu kahi ke,” Ruhaan whispered sharply, nudging him and snapping him out of his daze.
“ye…yess maam,” Ansh said quickly, standing up a little too fast.
“kya hoga iska ab,” Prateek murmured, barely holding back a laugh.
“whii jo har deewane ka hota hai,” Ruhaan replied, equally amused.
Ansh reached the teachers, listened carefully as they explained something, and when asked to accompany Vandana ma’am along with Aditi, he nodded instantly-almost too eagerly.
“chalo beta,” Vandana ma’am said, turning toward the corridor.
“ye to gaya,” Ruhaan muttered from his seat, and Prateek nodded in agreement. “poora.”
As Ansh walked behind the teacher beside Aditi, his presence softened immediately.
He glanced at the file in her hands and spoke gently, almost instinctively protective. “mujhe dedo…main pakad leta hu.”
Aditi handed him the file without hesitation and casually slipped her hands into her blazer pockets, walking beside him as if it felt natural-easy, like freedom.
“aap mujhe aise kyu dekh rhe the class main?” she asked, giving him a sideways glance.
“dekh raha tha tum jaisi mastikhor ladhki ko main pehchaan kaise nhi paya,” Ansh replied, leaning slightly toward her with a teasing smile.
“main mastikhor nhi hu,” Aditi said, narrowing her eyes at him.
“haa tabhi uss din holi main tumne ik uncle ki dhoti khol di thi,” he added casually.
Her steps faltered for half a second. “aapko kaise pta?” she asked, genuinely shocked.
“tumne meri ankhein to dekhi par mere hath main camera nahi dekh payi…itni mohabbat hogyi thi tumhe meri ankhon se?” he said, leaning even closer as they walked.
Realisation hit her all at once. She lightly hit her forehead with her palm, embarrassed, while Ansh chuckled softly beside her.
“jyada udiye mat ab aap,” she warned, narrowing her eyes again.
“main to udunga…meri isha ne haa ki hai,” he replied without missing a beat.
She shot him another glare, but this time it was weaker-betrayed by the smile tugging at her lips.
“ab aise yu choti choti ankhein kar ke darao to mat mujhe,” he added dramatically, pretending to be scared.
“pagal hi hai aap,” Aditi said, shaking her head.
“only for my isha,” he replied softly.
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The evening air at the football academy had turned pleasantly chilly, carrying with it the distant sounds of whistles and thudding footballs. The floodlights cast long shadows across the field where Ruhaan was still practicing, sweat-soaked and determined.
Shagun sat quietly on the concrete stairs, her knees pulled close, eyes fixed only on him. She had been waiting patiently, watching every sprint, every kick, every moment, counting the seconds until he’d finally be done and come to her.
After a few more minutes, the practice session finally wrapped up. Ruhaan jogged off the field, breathing hard, his hair damp and messy, and the moment his eyes found Shagun, exhaustion softened into relief. She stood up instantly and handed him his water bottle without a word, a small habit that felt intimate and familiar now.
“jyada late hogya kya?” he asked, worry flickering across his face as he wiped his sweat with the towel, glancing at her as if afraid he’d kept her waiting too long.
“nahii time pe ho,” Shagun replied calmly, offering him a reassuring smile.
“I’m sorry yrr… ye match na sach me jaan hi nikaal lega,” he said with a tired chuckle, shoulders slumping.
“Koi baat nahii,” she said softly, reaching up to ruffle his wet hair, her fingers gentle and affectionate.
“Ohhh… I’m so tired,” Ruhaan muttered, and without thinking twice, he pulled her into a sudden, tight hug, squeezing her like he needed her warmth to breathe again.
“Ruhaaan,” Shagun winced softly at the force, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her arms came around him instinctively.
“Let me recharge na… please,” he murmured against her shoulder, still refusing to let go.
They stayed like that for a moment-his forehead resting near her neck, her hands steadying him, the world slowing down just for them. When he finally pulled back, his exhaustion had turned into a wide, boyish grin. Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her cheek-once, then again, a little too enthusiastically-making her burst into giggles.
“Bss bhi karo ab,” Shagun said between her laughter, cheeks warm.
“Main change kar ke aya… jana mat kahi,” he said quickly, jogging off toward the changing room.
Some time later, Ruhaan and Shagun walked side by side on the quiet road, fingers intertwined naturally, the rhythm of their steps in sync as he walked her home.
“Match tumhara kal 11 bje se start hai na?” Shagun asked, glancing up at him.
“Hmm… mujhe dar lag raha hai,” Ruhaan admitted honestly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly.
“Daro mat… match achha jayega tumhara,” she said with quiet confidence.
“Tum aogi na?” he asked, almost shy.
“Haa aungi na,” she replied with a soft smile that eased something inside him.
They kept talking about random things until they reached her house. They stopped at the gate, reluctant.
“Aagye,” Ruhaan said quietly.
“Haa aa hi gaye,” Shagun replied, turning to face him.
“Chalo tum bhi jao… rest karna aur jyada mat sochna, sab achha hoga,” she reassured him once more.
He smiled, stepped closer, and pulled her into another hug-this one slow, tender, and grounding. The kind where walls fall, where exhaustion melts away, where hearts speak without words. Shagun relaxed completely against him, resting her head lightly against his chest.
“Apna khyaal rakhna tum bhi,” he whispered.
She hummed softly in response.
They eventually pulled apart, and Shagun walked inside, turning back to wave at him. Ruhaan stood there for a second longer, watching her disappear, before turning around and heading home-with a lighter heart and a steadier mind.
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The Singhania residence glowed with festive lights, small lamps flickering softly in every corner as Diwali night settled in. Despite the decorations and warmth, the house was anything but calm-there was chaos, laughter, and the familiar noise of an Indian household preparing last minute.
Aditi’s family had just arrived for gift exchanging, stepping into a house that looked beautiful yet wildly unprepared. The moment Kiran noticed them at the door, she smacked her forehead dramatically, already overwhelmed.
“happy diwali bhabhi jii,” Shweta greeted cheerfully, walking in with a wide smile, as if the chaos didn’t exist at all.
“happy diwaali bhabhi ji,” Kiran replied warmly, her irritation momentarily forgotten.
“happy diwaali aunty,” Aditi greeted, followed by Prateek and Samaira, as Kiran affectionately acknowledged the children.
But the peace lasted barely a second.
“batao bhaisab bhi aagye hai gifts lekar…aur ik mera ghar hai jisme abhi tak pooja bhi nahi ho payii hai…saare naaspeete bhare hue haii mere ghar main,” Kiran wailed dramatically, gesturing around the house.
From the garden, Kriti’s sharp voice cut in, “chuhe uth ja ready hole…koi nhi le raha tere patake.”
“ye abhi tak chipka hua hai patake se?” Kiran asked in disbelief.
“ha didi…aap hi sambhaliye sunn hi nhi raha meri to,” Kriti complained, greeting Aditi’s family as she entered.
“saare karamjale mere hi gahr main aagye hai lgta hai,” Kiran muttered, rubbing her temples.
Just then, Rajveer’s relaxed voice echoed from upstairs, “aree kya hogya…itna kyu chilla rhi ho.”
“kya ho gaya…ye poochiye ki kuch hua bhi ya nahii,” Kiran snapped instantly.
“aree waah….aap log aa bhi gaye…badi jaldii,” Rajveer said, surprised.
“jaldii nhii hai aap late ho bhaisahab,” Amit laughed.
“nahii to,” Rajveer defended himself.
“Kya nhi to…bhaisab ne pooja bhi kar li apne ghar main aur saara kaam bhi nipta liya aur ik aap hai tass se mass bhi nhi hue kab se bol rhi hu muhrat nikala ja raha hai par maajaal hai koii hill jaaye?” Kiran went on, clearly in full Indian-mom mode.
“relax aunty ji…hilta to koii hamare ghar bhi nhi hai vo to pap ki dant ne sabko time pe ready karva diya,” Samaira said lightly, making everyone chuckle.
“kam se kam bhaisab ko time ki kadar to hai mere ghar main to saare hi aalsi haii….ik chuha patakho se chipka pada hai…ik madam ka outfit hi decide nahi hua abhi tak…bichara aman electrician ka kaam kar raha hai chat pe aur ansh…usse to fursat hi nahi hai ki thodi kitabe chod dein aur ready hoker phir se chipak gaya laptop se,” Kiran complained, not stopping there, “aur inka aur deverjii ka to kya hi kehna…time se koi kaam kar lein to main to dhanya hi hojau.”
“bss bhi karo devii maa….ja raha hu ready hone ata hu 5 min main,” Rajveer said dramatically, folding his hands and bowing slightly, earning laughter from everyone.
“batao bhabhi ji ke ghar pooja bhi hogyii aur ham yah ready hi nhi hue haii,” Kriti added, walking in with a tray of sweets and water.
“koii baat nahi aunty ham aagye na ham help karva denge,” Aditi offered sweetly.
“ghar pe to hili nahi ik kaam ke liye yaha kaam karvayegi,” Prateek taunted.
“tu to mat hi bol…teri tarah subha se phone to nahi chala rhi thi,” Aditi shot back instantly.
“bass bhi karo ab tum dono hatto,” Samaira intervened before it escalated.
“aunty main aman ki help karva ke aati hu jaldi ready ho jayega,” Samaira said, heading toward the stairs.
“beta achhe se ready karna usse…joker bnn ke aa jayega vrna,” Kiran warned.
“main zara chuhe ko theek kar ke ati hu,” Kiran declared and marched toward the garden.
From upstairs, panic echoed, “mammy…mammyyyy…mere pink suit ki chunni nahii mill rhii main pehnu kyaaaa?” Priya cried while rushing down the stairs.
“whi hogi priya…chal main deti hu,” Kriti said, but before she could move-
“ahhh…ja rha hu badi maa…maaro to mat,” Vivaan yelped, running into the hall as Kiran smacked him mid-tantrum. The second his eyes landed on the guests, his pain vanished.
“ohh hii aaplog aa bhi gayeee,” he said brightly.
“aur tu abhi tak shorts main hi haii,” Kriti scolded, chasing him.
“happy diwaalii aaap sabkoo chuhe ki side se…aata hu mainn,” Vivaan shouted while sprinting upstairs, escaping more hits.
The house buzzed with Diwali chaos, lights glowing softly while voices overlapped in familiar frenzy. Kiran stood in the middle of the hall, hands on her waist, eyes wide in disbelief as she looked at Priya.
“aur tu ready nahi huii abhi tak?” she asked sharply.
Priya fidgeted, her face scrunched in panic. “mammy…meri chuni nahi mil rhi haii,” she explained helplessly.
Kiran slapped her forehead dramatically. “he bhagwaan abhi tak ready nhi hui tu…aur ab hone main ghanta bhar lagayegi…hayeee…..lakshmi jii ke pair kab banayegi beta tu,” she commented, pacing back and forth with worried look.
Kriti, equally shocked, joined in. “priya tune abhi tak nahii banaye?”
“he bhagwaan…aaj mere ghar lakshmi ji hi nahi ayengi kya,” Kiran muttered, clearly on the verge of losing it.
Just then, Ansh came down the stairs, worry etched on his face. His white kurta was neatly pressed, but his hair was messy, as if he had rushed out mid-thought. “maa…jaldi se pooja karlo na…meri class hai 9 bje,” he said anxiously.
“main kya karu jab ter bhaii behen hi ready nahi hue kaha se pooja kar lu main,” Kiran complained instantly.
Ansh sighed and looked at Priya. “kya yrr priya…aaj to time pe ready ho jati.”
“meri dress hi nahi mill rhi bhaiya main kya karu,” Priya whined.
“lakshmi ji ke pair kab banayegi beta tu ghata bhar to tujhe tayiyaar hone main hi lag jayega,” Kriti added, shaking her head.
Priya’s eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. “are to koii nhi na chachi jii….aditi hai na vo bna degi,” she said quickly, pointing toward the sofa.
Aditi, who had been peacefully enjoying a gulab jamun, choked slightly, her eyes widening in disbelief as everyone turned toward her. Her cheeks were puffed, fingers sticky with syrup, lavender suit glowing softly under the lights, a pinkish-golden dupatta draped elegantly over her shoulder.
At the same moment, Ansh turned-and froze. His gaze locked onto Aditi, time slowing just a little. She looked radiant, unaware of the way his expression softened instantly.
Pulling himself together, he walked closer with a warm smile. “happy diwali uncle, happy diwaali aunty,” he said, bending down to take Amit and Shweta’s blessings.
“happy diwali beta,” they replied together, smiling fondly.
Ansh then turned to Prateek. “happy diwale….” Prateek hugged him tightly and muttered, “saale sahab.”
“tu saala,” Ansh shot back, glaring at him lightly.
“Kuch seekh ansh se…aaj ke din bhi padhai kar raha hai aur ik tu hai,” Amit teased Prateek.
“nhi nhi uncle ji…vo to bss extra class lg gyii academy ki vrna to chutti hi thi aaj,” Ansh explained quickly.
“phir bhii…ik ye mahashay hai naam hi nahi padhai ka,” Amit added.
“jaane bhi dijiye na kya aap bhi,” Shweta said, nudging him gently.
Turning toward Aditi, she smiled. “ja beta tu lakshmi ji ke pair bana de jaldi kaam karva de.” Aditi nodded obediently.
“are par vo kaise banayegi use kya pta kaha banenge” kiran said in concern.
bhaiya ready hai to bhaiya help kara denge na…chill karo chachi aap” priya said pointing towards ansh who looked equally shocked meanwhile everyone nodded.
“achhe se banaiyo aditi…main aake dekhungi,” Priya warned.
“pehle tu time pe ready hoker aa…bhaag jaldi,” Kiran said, smacking Priya’s back lightly.
“aja beta main saman de du tujhe,” Kriti said, taking Aditi along with her as she quickly followed kiran her cheeks getting crimson red.
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The house was soaked in the warm glow of diyas, the air heavy with the fragrance of incense sticks and fresh flowers, as Shagun stepped inside Ruhaan’s home. Soft chants of aarti echoed from within, blending beautifully with the festive hum.
Just as she reached the gate, it opened, and Ruhaan stood there, momentarily frozen. His eyes widened when he saw her-dressed in a perfect navy blue anarkali, dupatta falling gracefully, a neatly wrapped gift box in her hands, and a soft festive glow on her face.
“happy diwali,” Shagun said happily, her smile bright enough to rival the lights around them.
“happy diwaali shagun….tum itni jaldi kaise,” Ruhaan asked in surprise, already taking the gift from her hands. Without thinking, he pulled her into a quick, instinctive hug, his happiness spilling over in that single moment.
“pagal ho kya…aunty dekh lengi,” Shagun said, hitting him lightly as worry flickered across her face, and Ruhaan immediately released her, sheepish yet grinning.
Before either of them could say anything more, Riya appeared from inside, her face glowing with warmth.
“are shagun beta…sahi time pe ayi ho… ajao arti kar lo tum bhi,” she said with a wide smile, hugging Shagun affectionately and guiding her toward the pooja area.
Kishore sat there, eyes closed, chanting hymns with devotion. Shagun bowed respectfully. “namaste uncle,” she said softly.
Kishore nodded in acknowledgment mid-chant, and Shagun quickly covered her head with her dupatta, joining her hands as she stood beside them, the calm of the moment settling into her heart.
“Sasurji se milke kaisa laga,” Ruhaan whispered teasingly into her ear, earning an immediate glare.
“shh,” she silenced him with a warning look, trying hard to suppress her smile.
After the pooja ended, the atmosphere relaxed. Shagun sat beside Riya, chatting comfortably, while Ruhaan hovered nearby, quietly watching her blend so effortlessly into his home, a soft fondness settling in his eyes. Kishore returned after taking a call and joined them, studying Shagun with a gentle smile.
“kya naam bataya beta tumne apna,” he asked kindly.
“shagun, uncle ji,” she replied in a soft voice.
“hmm….nice name…meri beti hoti to yhi naam rakhta main uska,” Kishore said, smiling warmly before adding with mock disappointment, “my bad luck…ye naspita hogya mujhe,” making everyone chuckle.
“kya papa yrr…mere dosto ke samne to bezatti mat karo meri,” Ruhaan whined.
“kyu dosto ke samne tu tees maar khaan ban jata hai kya?” Kishore shot back, amused.
“mammy,” Ruhaan protested helplessly.
“mammy kya…sahi to bol raha hu…kuch galat bola ho to batao beta,” Kishore said, turning to Shagun for confirmation.
“nhi….uncle ne bilkul sahi bola hai,” Shagun agreed, smiling shyly, siding with him without hesitation.
“viase bura na mano to ik sawaal poochu main?” Kishore asked suddenly, his tone turning curious.
“jii uncle poochiye,” Shagun replied politely.
“kahi tum dono ka kuch chal to nahi raha hai,” he asked bluntly, making both Shagun and Ruhaan freeze and exchange shocked glances.
“nhi nhi nhii uncle aisa kuch bhi nhi hai…we are just friends,” Shagun said quickly, panic slipping into her voice.
“haa papa, aisa kuch nhi hai,” Ruhaan added immediately.
“hoga bhi kaise…harkatein hi iski bandar jaisi hai,” Riya laughed, shaking her head.
“hmm…good choice beta…ye kabhi propose bhi kare na mana kar dena…boht nalayak hai ye,” Kishore said seriously, and Shagun nodded, biting back a laugh.
“kya yrr papa…chodo main ansh ke ghar ja rha hu ab chalo shagun,” Ruhaan said, clearly done before more questions could land. Shagun got up just as fast, relief evident on her face.
“achha aunty chalti hu main,” she said, hugging Riya warmly.
“aati rehna,” Riya replied, kissing her forehead gently and caressing her cheeks.
“mujhse bhi milna beta,” Kishore said, giving her a sweet side hug.
“pakka aungi uncle,” Shagun assured him.
They waved goodbye and stepped outside. Shagun hopped onto the bike as Ruhaan started the engine, the festive lights reflecting off the road ahead.
“aaj to pakde hi jaate,” Shagun said with a relieved sigh.
“pakde bhi jaate to kya…bahu bann jati tum abhi se unki,” Ruhaan joked, earning a playful hit from her.
“bakwass karva lo janaab se bss,” Shagun said, glaring at him.
“are…sach hi to bola…bahu hi to bnti tum…ha thodi jaldi bn jati par,” he teased again.
“ruhaan..stop it,” she warned, though her smile betrayed her.
“okk madam sirr,” Ruhaan said, laughing, as the bike sped off toward Ansh’s house, carrying with it laughter, warmth, and unspoken feelings glowing.
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Aditi stood just outside the main gate, the soft glow of fairy lights cascading over the white marble floor, making it shimmer like moonlight trapped beneath glass.
She tilted her head, eyes tracing the stairs thoughtfully, trying to decide where Lakshmi ji’s footprints would look the most beautiful, the most welcoming.
Ansh walked up to her silently, a thaal of alta balanced carefully in his hands, his gaze fixed on her furrowed brows and the concentration etched across her face.
“Kya hua?” Ansh asked her, his tone gentle as his eyes followed her uncertain gaze.
“Huh… nhi vo m dekh rhi thi kidhar banau Lakshmi ji ke pair… ji ki achha lage,” Aditi replied, still scanning the entrance thoughtfully, unaware of the way he was watching her more than the stairs.
“Center m bna dete h,” Ansh suggested casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Haina… main bhi thi soch rhi thi… center main bna deti hu saari stairs pe,” Aditi said, her face lighting up with sudden excitement, eyes sparkling like the diyas around her.
“As you wish,” Ansh replied with a soft smile one that quietly slipped past her defenses and made her smile back without realizing it.
She adjusted her dupatta over her shoulders, tucking it slightly to the side so it wouldn’t interfere with her work, the fabric rustling softly. Carefully, she crouched down, and Ansh placed the thaal beside her, kneeling close enough for their shoulders to almost brush.
As she dipped her fingers into the alta, ready to imprint Lakshmi ji’s feet, loose strands of her hair escaped and fell forward, brushing her cheeks and the sensitive skin of her neck. She tried tilting her head away, then shaking it slightly, but the strands refused to listen, slipping back stubbornly. Watching her quiet struggle, Ansh smiled to himself, warmth spreading through his chest.
“Main pakad lu?” he asked softly.
“Huh… kya?” Aditi looked up, startled, her eyes meeting his, flustered instantly.
“T umhare baal,” he answered simply.
“Oh achha,” Aditi murmured, her cheeks turning crimson as she quickly looked back down.
With careful tenderness, Ansh lifted his hands and gently held her hair back from both sides. His fingers brushed lightly against her neck barely there, yet enough to send an unexpected shiver racing down her spine.
Aditi swallowed, forcing her attention back to the floor, pressing her fingers down to form the delicate footprints, each step neat and reverent. Once she finished, Ansh slowly let go, and her hair fell back over her shoulders like silk slipping from his hands.
“Main baal band leti hu phir theek rahega,” Aditi suggested, still visibly flustered, avoiding his eyes.
“Aise hi rehne do na… achhe lgte haii,” Ansh said, looking straight into her eyes, his voice low and sincere.
“Vo… baar baar pareshan karenge isliye main-” Aditi tried to explain, words tumbling over each other.
“Main pakad lunga na… phir pareshan nhi karenge,” he interrupted gently, a small smile playing on his lips.
Her blush deepened, spreading all the way to her ears, and she looked away, suddenly very aware of how close he was.
Together, they continued making Lakshmi ji’s footprints step by step on the stairs. Ansh quietly held her hair again, standing closer than either of them acknowledged, his presence steady and protective. Every accidental brush of his fingers against her neck made her heart skip, her breaths turning just a little uneven. When she completed the final footprint, satisfaction bloomed across her face, pride softening her features.
“Hogya,” Aditi said happily as she stood up.
Ansh released her hair gently, instinctively arranging it as it fell back into place, his smile lingering as if he didn’t quite want the moment to end.
“Abhi nhi hua,” he said calmly.
“Ab kaha baaki hai?” Aditi asked, confused, turning to face him.
“Ik aur jagah hai,” Ansh replied.
“Kaha?” she questioned but before he could answer, Kiran’s voice interrupted them.
“Are waah beta… tumne to sach m badhiya bna diye Lakshmi ji ke pair,” Kiran said, admiring the beautiful patterns, her eyes glowing with approval.
“sach main aunty?,” Aditi asked nervously, suddenly unsure again.
“Haa beta boht sundar lag rhe hain,” Kiran complimented warmly.
“Meri isha ne jo banaye hain,” Ansh whispered into Aditi’s ear, leaning just slightly closer. Her smile turned shy instantly, heart fluttering.
“Bnne hi the… khud ghar ki lakshmi ne jo bnaye hain,” Priya teased as she walked out, earning an immediate glare from Aditi.
“Kya matlab?” Kiran asked, looking at Priya with confusion.
“Kuch nahii maa…bawaas kar rhi hai ye kuch bhi bolti hai,” Ansh made an excuse quickly, while Aditi shot Priya a warning look.
“Achha chlo koi baat nahi Pooja start hone wali hai, aajao andar” Kiran said, brushing it off as she walked away.
“Chalo chalo aajao aap dono bhi,” Priya said, motioning them inside.
“Nhi ruk ja… abhi rehta hai,” Aditi stopped her instinctively.
“Kaha rehta hai… ka main bna du baaki ka,” Priya said, stepping closer, clearly suspicious.
“Are nhi nhi hogya sab jagah… pooja main chalte hai,” Ansh said quickly, his tone rushed.
“Are par apne hi to bola ik jaga rehti hai abhi,” Aditi reminded him, narrowing her eyes.
“Nhi hogya hogya chalo andar,” Ansh said hurriedly, changing the topic before walking inside.
“Ajeeb hi hain thode se ye bhi,” Aditi muttered under her breath, a smile tugging at her lips as she followed him inside.
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Aman had been running around the house endlessly, answering one demand after another bringing diyas, shifting chairs, finding chargers, fetching sweets moving like a whirlwind through the festive chaos.
Just as he started climbing the stairs to his room to bring something yet again, a sudden tug pulled him back. Before he could react, he was gently dragged behind one of the pillars upstairs, the laughter and noise of the house muffling instantly. Samaira stood there, gripping his hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Samaira tum kya kar rahi ho,” Aman asked, clearly flustered, glancing around as if someone might appear any second.
“Whi jo tum nhi karte kabhi,” Samaira replied, refusing to let go as she tugged him further behind the pillar.
“Samaira…” Aman said in a soft, almost singing way, gently pulling her toward him instead. She resisted for just a second before stepping closer, closing the distance between them. Her face was sulking, lips pouted in mock annoyance, while Aman only smiled at her with quiet fondness.
“Tum hafte bhar m chle jaoge mujhe chod k yaha pe… phir m kisse tang karungi,” Samaira said, lightly hitting his chest.
Aman’s expression softened instantly. He placed his hands securely around her waist, grounding her there as if promising he wasn’t going anywhere just yet. “Tum bolo to nhi jata hu…Ludhiana chlta hu tumhare sath… sath mai baking karenge, tumhare baking school main” he said teasingly.
“Nhi nhi pagal ho kya…tum jao chupchap se London… cake banane jaoge kya pta bomb hi bna do,” Samaira replied in a stern yet playful tone, trying to mask the fear beneath her words.
“Hmmm…to priyetama ji ko mujhe London bhi bhejna h aur yaha female version of devdas bhi Banna hai… dono possible nhii h na priyrtama,” Aman said, smiling admiringly as he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Mujhe bhool to nahi jaoge na?” Samaira asked, her voice softer now, eyes searching his face.
“Achha chalo aao mere sath pehle,” Aman said, taking her hand and leading her toward his room. The door clicked shut softly behind them, creating a small world of their own amidst the festive noise outside.
“Hmmm…ham kuch karne wale hain kya?” Samaira asked, smirking mischievously.
“Nhii Samaira ji,” Aman replied with a knowing smile that only made her more curious.
“To phir kya karenge ham Priyavar ji,” Samaira asked in a sing-song tone, tilting her head.
“Ye karne ke liye,” Aman said, pulling out a small box velvety red, similar to a jewelry case.
“Isme kya haii?” Samaira asked, curiosity flashing in her eyes.
“Isme ye haii,” Aman said as he opened the box.
Inside lay two interconnected lockets, delicate yet meaningful, and Samaira’s eyes widened instantly.
“Ye too..” she began.
“Couple lockets hain,” Aman completed, watching her nod slowly as the realization sank in.
“Aur isse ham pehnenge… taaki koi hamare upar nazar na daal paye, aur jab bhi ham miss kare ik dusre ko to isse chu kar ye ehsaas kar sake ki we are close” he added, lifting one locket carefully and placing it around her neck, his fingers brushing her skin gently.
“Mujhe lga tumko ye sab cheeze bakwaas lgti hai hai,” Samaira said, still stunned.
“Agar koi cheez mujhe mark karti hain ki i belong to you… then it’s not a bakwaas priyatama jii,” Aman replied with a teasing smile.
Samaira’s face lit up instantly, all her worries dissolving in a second. She jumped forward and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Awww….your soo cuteee….love you so much,” she said, holding him close. Aman smiled, wrapping his arms around her just as securely, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
“Love you more,” he whispered, holding her there a little longer long enough for her to believe that distance, no matter how far, would never lessen what they shared.
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As the Diwali pooja began, the house slowly fell into a reverent hush. Everyone gathered around the decorated area where Ganesh ji’s and Lakshmi ji’s idols were placed at the center, their serene faces glowing under warm golden lights.
The elders stood at the front, voices steady and rhythmic as they chanted the hymns, while everyone else stood behind with their heads covered, hands joined, eyes closed each silently praying for prosperity, peace, and togetherness. The crackle of diyas and the synchronized chanting created an atmosphere that felt sacred and grounding, as if the world outside didn’t exist for those few moments.
After the pooja ended, the mood shifted gently into warmth and chatter as it was time to distribute prasad. Moong dal ka halwa was served, its rich aroma instantly filling the hall. Ansh took responsibility for distributing the prasad, moving calmly from one person to another. When he reached Aditi, she accepted the prashaad respectfully, first bowing her head in devotion before tasting it with quiet contentment.
“Tasty hai na halwa,” Priya whispered, leaning closer.
“Hmm boht tasty hai…kisne banaya?” Aditi asked, eyes lighting up.
“Chachi ne…tera to favorite hai na,” Priya said knowingly.
“Hmm…dekh na bacha ho to…aur khana haii,” Aditi said, nudging Priya with hopeful eyes.
“Ruk main dekhti hoon,” Priya said, already moving toward the kitchen, peeking into the utensils with curiosity.
“Nhi hai yrr yaha to lgta hai khatam hogya,” Priya announced when she returned, making Aditi’s shoulders slump in disappointment.
From the other corner of the hall, Ansh had overheard their conversation. He glanced down at his own prasad resting in his palm, hesitated only for a second, then ate a small portion of it before walking toward the girls with quiet determination.
“Priya vo prateek bula rha hai tujhe,” Ansh said casually.
“theek h hai…ati hu m,” Priya replied, then paused, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Ik sec….par aap itna chill kyu ho aaj?” Priya asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Nhi to…vo kuch kaam hai usse shayd isliye,” Ansh said quickly.
“Theeek hai,” Priya said, unconvinced but walking away.
As Ansh watched her leave, he turned toward Aditi, who was still sulking.
“Ye lo,” he said, extending his hand filled with halwa.
“ye to apka haii,” Aditi said, shocked, her eyes widening.
“Maine kha liya tum kha lo… tumhe achha lgta hai na,” he said with a soft smile.
“Apko kaise pta?” she asked, confused.
“Mujhe pta hai…ye lo,” he insisted, holding his hand out again.
“Nhi nhi…ye apke hisse ka prasaad hai…main kha lungi to apko blessings nahi mil payegi,” Aditi said quickly, shaking her head.
“Meri blessings mujhe pehle hi mil gyii hai….now be a good girl aur kha lo,” Ansh replied calmly.
“Nhi nhi…aap hi khaiye,” Aditi denied again.
Ansh suddenly tilted his head, a mischievous glint entering his eyes.
“Achha…golgappe khati ho to muh kaise kholti ho?” he asked out of nowhere.
“Golgappe khane ke liye…. aise….AAAAAAAAAAAAA~” Aditi innocently demonstrated, opening her mouth wide and before she could register what was happening, Ansh quickly stuffed the entire halwa into her mouth. Her eyes went wide in shock as he immediately added,
“Now close your mouth,” squishing her cheeks playfully. Aditi stood frozen, blinking rapidly, trying to process what had just happened.
“Ye kya kiya apne?” she asked, a little angry but more flustered.
“Tum baat hi nhi manti meri,” Ansh replied casually.
“Par ye konsa tareeka hua?” she questioned.
“Head boy ka tareeka hua,” he said, leaning to her level teasingly.
Aditi narrowed her eyes at him, still chewing. “Vo to halwa tasty tha isliye jane de rhi hu vrna to chodti nhi apko,” she warned.
“Tum pakdo to pehle…chodne main dunga hi nahi,” Ansh said with a teasing smile, making her blush deepen instantly.
“Aap bhi flirt karte hai, sharm nahi ati?” Aditi asked, glaring while trying to hide her embarrassment.
“Sharam to apko ani chahiye Isha ji…mujhse bina pooche meri itni saari photos jo rakhi hui hain apne apne paas,” he said smugly making aditi go wide eyed again
“Hayeee….sach main phass gyii main to,” Aditi muttered, closing her eyes dramatically.
“Haa to kya hua…achhe lgte the aap mujhe to leli,” she said confidently.
“Oh no problem….maine bhi le li,” Ansh replied, lifting his phone. On the screen was a picture of Aditi messily eating prasad, cheeks puffed, looking like a tiny squirrel ridiculously adorable. Aditi gasped, eyes going wide.
“Ye…ye cheating ki hai apne….delete kariye isko,” she exclaimed, lunging for the phone. Ansh effortlessly lifted it out of her reach, enjoying her frustration.
“Theek hai…chatt pe ake delete kar lena,” he said lightly, slipping the phone back into his pocket before walking away.
Aditi stood there, dumbfounded, heart racing, cheeks warm, watching his retreating back
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Priya walked quietly toward the far corner of the garden, where soft fairy lights were tangled in the trees and the noise from the house faded into a distant hum.
Prateek stood there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and focused. she slipped her fingers into his gently, intertwining them with quiet familiarity. He turned toward her instantly, a gentle smile spreading across his lips as he disconnected the call, his attention shifting entirely to her.
“Kya baat haii aaj to tumhe alag se pakdne ki bhi jaroorat nhi padi,” Prateek said teasingly, tightening his hold on her hand.
“Vo aaj diwali haii na to Aaj main pakdungi,” Priya replied with a proud grin, lifting their joined hands slightly.
“Ohhk ma’am…ik request hai… chodna mat bass vrna main pakdunga to chodunga nhi,” he said, squishing her cheeks gently, making her laugh.
“Achha vo chodiye ye bataiye ki apne mujhe kyu bulaya hai?” Priya asked, tilting her head.
“Maine kab bulaya?” Prateek frowned in genuine confusion.
“Aree… bhaiya to bol rhe the apne bulaya hai mujhe jab main aditi-” Priya started, then suddenly stopped, realization dawning on her face.
“Hmmm… bhaiya bhi naa,” she muttered with a knowing smile, finally understanding her brother’s little trick to get Ansh and Aditi talking.
“Dekha…bola tha na maine…tumhara bhaii bhi kam nahi hai,” Prateek said with a chuckle.
“Haa…kaha main unhe sadhu samajhti rhi,” Priya replied, shaking her head with a smile.
“Theek hai phir apko koi kaam nahi hai to mai jati hu… mammy bula rhi thi,” Priya said, starting to step away. But Prateek didn’t let go of her hand; instead, he pulled her back gently, closer to him.
“Aree…matlb koi kaam nahi hoga to ham time bhi spend nhi karenge sath main?” Prateek asked, feigning hurt.
“Mammy bula rhi hai Jane dijiye na,” Priya insisted softly.
“Acha theek hai jao…lekin apna gift lelo,” Prateek said casually.
“Konsa gift,” Priya asked, instantly curious.
Without saying anything, Prateek reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of delicate golden bangles. Priya’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked from the bangles to him.
“Aap laye hain?” she asked, and Prateek nodded, suddenly shy. A huge smile spread across her face as she extended her hands toward him. “Pehna bhi dijiye phir.”
Prateek smiled and gently slipped the bangles onto her wrists, his touch careful and reverent. Priya lifted her hands, smiling to herself as the bangles clinked softly under the fairy lights.
“Priya I’m sorry,” Prateek said suddenly, his tone turning serious.
“Kis liye?” Priya asked, confused, lowering her hands.
“The bangles i gave you earlier vo Aditi ne pasand Kari thi tumhare liye and she guided me to pursue you…vo maine khud nhi Li thi tumhare liye,” Prateek admitted honestly.
“Aur wali kisne li hai?” Priya asked quietly.
“Ye to maine hi li hai…khud se…pakka promise…vo tilak nagar ke paas wali store hai na Anand bangles waha-” Prateek started explaining rapidly in one breath, nervous and earnest, but he was cut off when Priya suddenly hugged him.
“Mujhe pasand ayi dono hi… Thankyou so much,” Priya said softly, holding him close. Prateek froze for a second in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, relief washing over him.
“I thought tum naraz na ho Jao,” he whispered near her ear.
“Ab koi itna cutely bolega to main naraz kaise ho jau,” Priya said, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
“Aap itne cute kaise hain?” she asked, cupping his cheeks, making him blush under the warm lights. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently.
“Main bhi,” Prateek said with a grin before leaning in and kissing her cheeks a little too hard, squishing them playfully and making her laugh
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Ansh stood alone on the terrace, the soft Diwali lights from below barely reaching up there. The night breeze brushed past him, but it did nothing to calm the restlessness growing in his chest. He kept glancing toward the staircase, impatience slipping through his otherwise composed demeanor.
“Kab ayegi ye?” he muttered under his breath, leaning slightly forward as if willing her to appear faster.
Then the faint sound of anklets reached his ears. Instantly, his spine straightened. The impatience vanished from his face as if it had never existed. He slipped back into his calm, unreadable posture, pulling out his phone and pretending to scroll, as though he hadn’t been waiting for her every second.
Aditi stepped onto the terrace, her eyes immediately finding him. One glance at his forced nonchalance was enough for her to see through him.
“Acting boht buri karte hai aap,” she said, walking closer, lips curving with amusement.
“Pta lag gaya tumhe?” Ansh replied, attempting innocence, though the corner of his lips betrayed him.
“haan… chaliye phone dijiye ab apna, main bhi to dekhu kaisi kaisi photos li hain apne” Aditi asked, curiosity laced with softness.
“usse pehele ik kaam karna hoga tumhe,” Ansh said, lowering his phone, his tone suddenly serious.
“Konsa kaam?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Idar aao batata hu,” he said, gently holding her hand and guiding her forward.
As they reached the corner of the terrace, Aditi noticed the familiar alta thaal placed on the floor.
“Yaha bhi banane hai Lakshmi ji ke pair?” she asked innocently, eyes lighting up.
“Haa… ispe banane hain,” Ansh replied but instead of pointing to the floor, he lifted a neatly folded plain white T-shirt in his hands.
“Ye to poori white hai… kharab hogyi to?” Aditi asked, worry flashing across her face.
“Nhi hogi… tum bana do,” he said with quiet confidence.
“Theek hai isse pakadiye,” Aditi said, handing him her phone as she spread the T-shirt carefully on the floor. She bent down and reached for the alta but Ansh gently stopped her hand.
“Aise wale nahii,” he said softly.
“To kaise wale?” Aditi asked, confused.
“Tum apne footprints T-shirt pe print kar do,” Ansh explained, his voice low yet unwavering.
Aditi froze, “But that will be mine footprints na… Lakshmi ji ke footprints apne pairo se kaise bna sakti hu main?” she said, genuinely puzzled.
Ansh looked at her then not as a teasing boy, not as a head boy, but with a devotion that felt sacred. “I want your footprints on it… because mere liye to tum hi meri Lakshmi maa ho,” he said, his voice steady, reverent, almost divine. The words struck straight into her heart, making it skip a beat.
“Par main kaise ” Aditi began, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Ansh stepped a little closer, his tone filled with faith rather than desire.
“look at me, I call you Isha, Aditi not because it sounds nice or cool but because I see maa Durga in you. Fearless, divine, caring, and full of power. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but standing close to you feels like maa Durga herself is beside me protecting me, blessing me,” he said, every word carrying quiet devotion.Her breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes.
“And I want to keep this essence… your feet close to me. I just want to devote myself to them. Ab main hamesha tumhare pairon ko chhu nahi paunga… isliye main tumhare footprints apne paas rakhna chahta hoon. Please… bas ek baar,” Ansh pleaded softly.
Aditi turned away, eyes brimming. “Bss bhi kariye… main ro dungi ab,” she said, her voice breaking.
Ansh smiled the same gentle, familiar smile that always reached her heart. “Main hoon na… hasa dunga,” he said lightly.
A soft laugh escaped her as she wiped her tears, her heart overwhelmed not by romance alone, but by the quiet sanctity with which he loved her.
With a quiet confidence settling into her heart, Aditi dipped her feet into the alta thaal. The cool liquid stained her skin a deep crimson as Ansh instinctively held both her hands, steadying her, grounding her.
Supported by him, she stepped onto the spread-out white T-shirt. Slowly, carefully, she placed her feet down, leaving behind a perfect, delicate imprint soft curves and sacred symmetry etched onto the fabric.
She stepped aside, her heart fluttering, while Ansh bent down and lifted the cloth reverently, as if holding something holy. His eyes softened as he admired the footprints, awe and gratitude washing over his face.
“Thankyou so much,” Ansh said, his voice full, sincere.
“Apko bhi thankyou very much,” she replied softly, watching the way he looked at the fabric like it was priceless.
“Achha wait here main aya abhi,” he said, carefully folding the T-shirt before heading downstairs.
A moment later, he returned with a bowl of water and a towel. Without a word, he placed them beside the cement bench and looked at her with gentle authority.
“Idhar baitho… let me clean alta from your feets,” he said, guiding her to sit.
“Are nahi nahii… i’ll do it myself aap kyu aise kar rhe hai,” Aditi protested, instantly flustered.
“I know you can do it but let me do it please… ik aaj ke dinn to kam se kam karne do,” he replied, already crouching down before her.
With tender care, he took her feet in his hands, washing away the alta slowly, as if every movement was a prayer. His touch was light, respectful, almost worshipful.
“Aapko ye sab karne ki jaroorat nahi hai… main apse pehelse hi boht impress ho chuki hu,” Aditi said, admiration clear in her voice.
“I’m not impressing you isha… I’m just doing what one should do,” Ansh replied quietly, drying her feet with the towel.
“Achha phir to mujhe bhi ye sab karna chahiye,” Aditi said as she stood up. Ansh straightened too, shaking his head slightly.
“You already did,” he replied.
“Kab?” she asked, frowning.
“You wore payal today just because I like its sound despite ki ye tumhe chubhte hain… you wore bindi for the first time for me despite you don’t like it also chudiyan kaise bhool gaya main… you again wore them just for me. Doesn’t all that counts as your love towards me isha?” His voice softened, eyes lowering with a vulnerability that made her breath hitch.
“How do you know… apko kaise pta maine ye sab apke liye kiya tha?” Aditi asked, stunned.
“Tumhari ankhon ne sab bata diya tha,” he said simply, then continued, “I don’t want you to change for me and my likings… main nahi chahta tum vo sab karo just because you want to impress me.”
He gently traced his fingers over the glass bangles on her wrist, his eyes turning watery.”Please don’t wear these glass bangles… I can’t forget that night jab maine inhe tumhare khoon main padi hui dekhi thi?” His voice trembled slightly.
“Also if these payal irritates you then don’t wear them… I’ll recognise you just by your scent I don’t need any sound,” he added softly.
“Agar main kahu mujhe ye sab pehena hai tabhi bhi aap man karenge?” she asked carefully.
“Nhii… if you like to wear them wear it for yourself not because I like it,” he said firmly.
“I can’t see you loosing your comfort for my happiness isha,” he admitted.
She looked at him for a second-and then smiled brightly.
“Theek hai… i’ll wear metal bangles from next time and payal with less work to isse mera comfort bhi kahi nahi gaya aur main apko impress bhi kar paungii,” she said excitedly, making him chuckle.
“Aur haan… bindi ke liye kuch mat kahiyega… i really liked it… pehle isliye nahi lgati thi because bhaiya majaak bnata tha… ab to khair vo khud priya ke peeche rehta hai mujhe kya hi dekhega,” she added, making him laugh softly.
“Theek hai… nahi bolunga… achhi lag rahi hai bindi sach main,” he admitted.
She immediately pointed at her forehead with a mischievous grin, making him pause in confusion. Ansh scrached his own forehead thinking there might be something she’s pointing out and Aditi stared at him in disbelief.
“Kya hua?” he asked, clueless.
“Kissi dijiye… shakl kya dekh rhe hai… bindi lagayi hai to kya kissi nahi milegi,” she said in mock offense.
A smile curved on his lips. Slowly, he closed the distance between them, cupped her face with both hands, and placed a lingering, reverent kiss on her forehead right over the bindi sealing not just the moment, but the devotion that bound them together
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The house had finally begun to quieten down, the festive chaos settling into a heavy, bittersweet calm. In Aman’s room, his suitcases stood neatly packed in one corner, zippers closed, tags tied silent reminders that morning would come too soon. Clothes lay folded on the bed, a few last-minute belongings scattered around as Aman moved back and forth, checking, rechecking, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything he might need in London.
“Yrr bhaiya… aapko meri yaad ayegi ki nahii?” Vivaan asked dramatically, plopping himself onto Aman’s bed, legs swinging.
“Tujhe to bhaiya kabhi yaad na kare itna pareshan karta hai tu unhe,” Priya replied, rolling her eyes while helping Aman fold a stack of clothes.
“Tu to chup hi reh… bhaiya aap batao na,” Vivaan insisted, looking at Aman with hopeful eyes.
“Karunga miss… tum sabko miss karunga,” Aman said softly, his voice warm but honest.
“Awww… mere pyaare bhaiya… mujhe bhi le chalo,” Vivaan said, spreading his arms dramatically.
“Ticket nhi hui hai teri aur ab hai bhi nhi,” Aman replied with a laugh.
“Koi nhi na… main iss blue wale suitcase main baith jata hu phir aap le jana mujhe,” Vivaan suggested seriously.
“Bhaiya ko jail ho jayegi bewakoof security checking main agar airport walo ko tu suitcase ke andar mila to,” Ansh said, entering the room with a tired smile.
“Saare ke saare dushman hi hain mere ghar main,” Vivaan muttered, defeated.
“Ye lo bhaiya… mammy ne kuch snacks diye hai,” Ansh said, handing Aman a couple of tiffins filled with homemade Indian snacks.
“Chachi ji bhi na… pta nahi kitna khane ka samaan de rhi hai… itna kaise khaunga main,” Aman said, shaking his head fondly.
“Kha loge bhaiya aap… waha ghar ka khana nhi milega,” Priya replied.
“Aur sab hogya pack?” he asked.
“Hmm sab hogya,” Aman said, closing the last bag with a quiet zip.
“didi ayengi airport pe?” Ansh asked after a pause.
“I don’t think so… nahi aa payegi… flight 5 bje ki hai… and I’ve to leave by 3 am,” Aman replied.
“To aap didi se last baar nhi miloge?” Priya asked gently.
“Arey bhaiya mil ke aagye honge yrr… tu bhi kaisi baate karti hai… Ansh bhaiya ki tarah thodi hai Aman bhaiya hamare,” Vivaan laughed, glancing at Ansh. Ansh shot him a glare, and everyone burst into laughter.
“Boht pitega tu chuhe,” Ansh warned him.
“Achha chalo koi na… bhaiya aap araam karlo thoda… ham airport pe phir se pareshaan karne ayenge apko,” Priya said, pulling Vivaan along as they left the room. The door closed softly behind them, leaving the space quieter than before.
Aman looked at Ansh, who stood near the door, unusually silent.
“Tujhe kya hua?” Aman asked, noticing the sadness in his eyes.
“Kuch nahii… main bhi jata hu,” Ansh replied with a small smile before turning and walking out.
Aman stood there for a second after Ansh left, confusion flickering across his face until his phone buzzed in his hand. The screen lit up with Samaira’s name. A small, helpless smile appeared on his lips as he answered the call.
On call-
“Hello, Aman… tumne sab kuch rakh liya na?” Samaira asked, her voice careful, almost motherly.
“Haan, rakh liya,” Aman replied softly.
“Vo admission letter bhi rakh lena, aur garam kapde bhi. London mein bohot thand hoti hai iss time. Aur waha pe na koi bhi airu-gairu lift de na to mat lena, hamesha online cab booking hi karna. Maine series mein dekha hai, log loot lete hai,” Samaira said in one long breath.
“Theek hai… jaisa aap kahein, Jhansi ki Rani ji,” Aman replied, smiling to himself.
“Haan aur main keh rahi thi ki waha na-” Before she could continue, Aman interrupted, his voice suddenly quieter, heavier. “Kya… abhi mil sakte hain?”
Samaira was taken aback for a moment, but then she agreed.
A little while later, they sat side by side on a lonely bench in a small park, the evening sky painted in soft shades of orange and violet. Streetlights flickered on one by one as silence settled between them.
“Kya hua… aise achanak se kyun bulaya?” Samaira asked gently.
“I’m scared, Samaira,” Aman admitted after a pause. “What if… what if main waha adjust nahi kar paya toh?”
“And what if tum waha dhoom macha do toh?” she replied lightly, trying to lift his mood.
“I’ll miss you there,” Aman said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“And I’ll miss you too,” Samaira replied, equally softly.
“But baat ye hai na,” she continued, forcing a small smile, “tum waha jaa rahe ho apne brighter future ke liye Aman. Aur wahi sabse important hai, right?” He nodded slowly.
“Aur haan,” she added, trying to sound playful, “waha jaake bas kitabon mein mat ghuse rehna. Thoda ghoomna bhi… taaki jab main waha aau, tum mujhe London ghuma sako.”
“Okay… I’ll try,” Aman said, warmth returning to his smile.
“Achha chalo, ab ghar jao. Bohot late ho jayega warna,” Samaira said, standing up quickly, turning her face away to hide her glistening eyes.
But Aman noticed. He held her hand, stopping her, and stood up too. “Samaira, look at me,” he said softly.
She turned, and this time her tears were visible. “Please don’t cry… warna main nahi jaunga,” Aman said, gently wiping the tear slipping down her cheek.
“Thappad maarungi agar nahi gaye toh,” Samaira replied, her voice breaking and that made both of them laugh through the heaviness.
They hugged then, tightly, holding on as if time itself might pause for them. she held him tightly as wel as amsn did the same as if they both might diappear.
When they slowly pulled apart, their faces were just inches away. Aman leaned in, hesitating for half a second, before softly brushing his lips against hers tentative, warm, full of everything he couldn’t put into words. Samaira responded instantly, her hands moving to his neck as she pressed her lips back to his, the kiss deepening not in urgency but in emotion comfort, reassurance, longing. The world around them faded into silence.
“Itna bold?” Aman whispered between the closeness, surprised but smiling.
“Of course,” Samaira whispered back, her forehead resting against his. “Phir pata nahi kab haath mein aao.”
She leaned in once more, resting her lips against his gently like a promise, like a goodbye wrapped in hope before they finally pulled apart, hearts heavy but steady, knowing that distance might come, but this moment would stay with them forever.
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The airport felt unusually quiet in the early hours of the morning, wrapped in a sleepy stillness broken only by distant announcements and the soft rolling of suitcases. Aman stood near the departure gate with his bags lined up beside him packed, tagged, ready just like him, even though his heart wasn’t. Every familiar face he loved was there to see him off, forming a small circle of warmth in the cold, sterile space.
“Beta, araam se jaana… aur pohonch ke phone kar dena,” Kiran said, cupping his face with both hands as if memorising it, her eyes already glistening.
“Aap chinta mat kijiye chachi ji, Main araam se chala jaunga,” Aman replied softly, trying to reassure her even as his own throat tightened.
“Beta, kuch bhi chahiye hoga just tell me, theek hai? Aur haan, waha Mr. Oberoi honge, unse zaroor mil lena ek baar,” Rajveer added, placing a firm, protective hand on Aman’s shoulder.
“Theek hai, chacha ji. I’ll contact him,” Aman nodded sincerely.
“Khana khaana mat bhoolio,” Kiran warned, instantly switching to her stern tone, “agar ek inch bhi kam hua na kahin se… toh hadiyaan tod dungi teri main.”
“Aur agar badh gaye bhaiya kha pee ke toh?” Vivaan chimed in mischievously from behind.
“Tab chalega, koi problem nahi hai,” Kriti said immediately, earning a ripple of laughter that lightened the heaviness if only for a moment.
“Achha chal beta, ja ab… time ho raha hai,” Sanjay said gently. Aman nodded, but before he could move, Kiran pulled him into another tight hug. Her tears finally escaped.
“Bas bhi kijiye bhabhiji, ab toh jaane dijiye,” Sanjay chuckled softly.
“kaise jaane doon isko,” Kiran sniffed, caressing Aman’s cheeks. “Haye, mera bacha kab itna bada ho gaya… pata hi nahi chala.”
“Bas bhi kariye, chachi ji,” Aman said, smiling through his tears as he wiped hers. “Aata rahunga main.”
“Beta, tu jaldi nikal warna yeh yahin aansuon mein bahaa degi tujhe,” Rajveer joked.
“Aap toh chup hi rahiye,” Kiran shot back, half-laughing, half-crying.
“Main aapko miss karungi, bhaiya,” Priya said, hugging him tightly.
“Main bhi,” Aman whispered, holding her close.
“Mujhe bhi toh le lo yaar,” Vivaan sulked, stepping forward.
“Aaja, chuhe,” Aman laughed, pulling him into the hug too.
“Ab aapka room mera ho gaya,” Vivaan declared proudly.
“Theek hai,” Aman sighed dramatically, defeated, making everyone smile again.
“Chalo, chalo, chhodo ab usse jaane do,” Kriti said, but Priya and Vivaan hugged him even tighter.
“Aree” Aman looked at them both as tears streamed freely now.
“Yaar bhaiya, mat jao na please,” Priya sobbed. “Bohot yaad aayegi aapki.”
“Haan bhaiya, please mat jao,” Vivaan joined in, his voice breaking. Seeing them cry, Kriti and Kiran couldn’t hold back anymore and suddenly Aman’s own eyes filled as well.
Through the blur of tears, Aman noticed Ansh standing a little away from the group, head lowered, trying to stay composed.
“Tu waha kya khada hai? Idhar aa,” Aman called.
In an instant, Ansh closed the distance and collided into him, hugging him tightly, as if afraid letting go would make everything real.
“Bohot yaad aayegi bhaiya, aapki,” Ansh whispered.
“Mujhe bhi,” Aman replied, his voice thick.
Ansh broke the hug, wiped his tears roughly, and looked up at him.
“Apna khayaal rakhna bhaiya,” he whispered.
“Tu bhi,” Aman said softly. “Achhe se padhna, theek hai? NDA ka paper clear nahi hua na, toh bohot pitunga.”
“Nahi peet paoge,” Ansh sniffed with a small grin. “Main bhaag jaunga,” he said, echoing their childhood days.
“Aur tum dono bhi,” Aman added, turning to Priya and Vivaan. “Achhe se padhai karna. 12th mein ache marks nahi aaye na, toh imported gifts cancel.”They both nodded obediently through their tears.
With one last, lingering look at all of them, Aman picked up his bags and turned towards the gate. He walked a few steps, then paused turned back and blew them a flying kiss, his smile trembling but full.
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Winters had finally settled over Delhi, wrapping the city in foggy mornings and lazy afternoons. The cold had seeped into classrooms too, making everyone sluggish, hands tucked into sleeves, and notebooks lying open more out of habit than intention.
Lessons droned on in the background while the gang sat together, half-listening, half-lost in their own chatter, stealing glances at the door and the clock.
“Aman bhaiya bhi chale gaye…,” Priya sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her palm. “Ab hum pareshan bhi nahi kar pa rahe hain kisi ko.”
“Didi bhi chali gayi Ludhiana, baking school mein,” Aditi added, eyes lighting up despite herself. “Aur kya mast mast cheezein banati hain woh… muh mein paani aa jata hai.”
“Bichare long distance relationship mein ho gaye,” Shagun said sympathetically.
“Par koi na,” Vivaan jumped in with a wicked grin. “Didi bhaiya ko har roz phone karke pareshan zaroor karti hongi. Aise-” he straightened up and perfectly mimicked Samaira’s tone, “‘Aman, tumne mujhe miss nahi kiya na? I knew it. Tumne mera phone teen rings ke baad uthaya!'” The entire group burst into laughter, even the nearby students turning to look.
“Waise dekha jaaye na,” Priya said after calming down a little, her voice turning thoughtful, “ab hum sab bhi long distance mein hi jaane wale hain… ek ek karke.”
“Kaise?” Shagun asked, frowning.
“Ansh bhaiya NDA ke liye Pune chale jaayenge, aur Aditi yahin rahegi,” Priya explained. “Toh inka toh confirm long distance hi hoga. Saath main Prateek bhi army join karega, toh main bhi yahin reh jaungi.” Her shoulders drooped as she finished.
“Nahi nahi, pagal hai,” Aditi immediately shook her head. “Bhaiya army main nahi jaayega. He’s not interested.”
“Par maine toh suna hai uncle unhe bhejenge,” Vivaan said, unusually serious.
“Haan, papa ka thoda sa scene hai,” Aditi admitted, lowering her voice. “Par I don’t think so woh jaayega. Lakshan hi nahi hain uske.”
“But still,” Shagun said gently, looking at Aditi, “tera toh hoga hi.”
“Koi nahi na,” Aditi smiled softly, a quiet strength in her eyes. “We’ll handle it.”
“Achha sunn na, Aditi,” Priya suddenly leaned closer, eyes shining with mischief and hope. “Ek help kar de yaar.” Aditi nodded instantly.
“Aaj na main bahar jaa rahi hoon date pe,” Priya whispered. “Toh agar mammy pooche na, bol dena main tum dono ke saath thi.”
“Hmmm… hmmmmm… date haan,” Shagun teased, nudging her playfully.
“Ha,” Vivaan added with a smirk, “mere liye chocolate lekar aaiyo. Warna main ghar pe muh khol dunga.” Priya snorted, rolling her eyes, and the group dissolved into laughter again.
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Night had settled quietly over the house, the kind of calm that only comes after dinner when lights are dimmed and voices soften.
Aditi lay curled up on her bed, wrapped snugly inside her blanket, One hand held her phone close to her face, her lips curved into a soft smile as she listened.
On the other end, Ansh sat at his desk, books open, highlighter resting forgotten between pages. He had told himself he’d just take a short break but the moment her call came, studying had ceased to matter.
“Aapko ik baat batau,” Aditi said, her voice filled with mischief.
“Haa bolo,” Ansh replied, already smiling, her excitement warming him more than the room heater ever could.
“Aap jab blush karte hai na to apke kaan poore lal ho jaye haii,” she giggled, and Ansh let out a low laugh, shaking his head.
“Tumhare bhi to ho jate hain,” he protested lightly.
“Meri baat alag hai na… apke hote hai to aisa lagta hai jaise aap poore laal tamatar hi bann jate hain,” she teased, and this time he laughed freely, the sound echoing softly in his quiet room.
He glanced at the clock and softened his tone. “Achha it’s getting too late now… tumhe sona chahiye ab.”
“Hm… so jaungi, abhi time hai,” she replied lazily, snuggling deeper into her blanket.
“It’s past midnight isha… subha school bhi jana hai,” he reminded her.
“Koi nahi… chemistry ke period mein so jaungi,” Aditi said confidently, making him chuckle.
“Still isha, it’s not good for health,” he said, concern slipping into his voice.
“Seedha seedha kyun nahi bolte aap ki aapko ab apni books ke paas jana hai,” she sulked, and Ansh laughed again.
“Theek hai, nahi jata. Now happy?” he said with a smile.
“Nahi nahi, main to mazaak kar rahi thi,” she said instantly.
“Main bhi,” he replied just as quickly.
There was a small pause, the comfortable kind. Then her voice turned a little serious. “Achha, main aapko disturb to nahi kar rahi hoon na padhai mein?”
“Nhii,” he answered without hesitation.
“Achha to abhi aap mere phone katne ke baad kya karenge?” she asked curiously.
“Kuch nahi… bas ek baar padha hua aaj ka revise karunga, phir so jaunga main bhi,” he said calmly.
“Aap itna padhte kyu ho? Bore nahi hote?” she said.
“Nhi…” he replied with a chuckle
“Ha ha, aap to bologe hi… Head Boy jo ho,” she teased rolling her eyes.
Ansh leaned back in his chair, eyes soft, listening to her ramble like it was the most important thing in the world.
“Achha chaliye, ab main rakhti hu… bohot bakwaas sunn li aapne meri,” Aditi said.
“Roz sunn sakta hoon main aisi bakwaas,” he replied, making them both laugh quietly.
“Good night… aur zyada der tak mat jagna.” she said.
“As my Isha says,” he smiled.
“Good night… love you,” Aditi said suddenly and before he could respond, the call disconnected.
Ansh stared at his phone for a long moment, her voice echoing in his mind, her words settling deep in his chest. A slow, helpless smile spread across his face as he placed the phone down, the books in front of him forgotten.
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That’s all for this chapter….hope you liked it.🤧
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