PLANING-28♡

Aahan and Harsh froze in shock as they saw Isha violently crash the flower vase against Srishti's head. Without a moment to lose, Harsh rushed towards Srishti while Isha stared blankly into space with a confused and disoriented expression.

In that same instant, Isha felt an intense searing pain on her left cheek where her mother had slapped her hard, her face contorted with anger and despair. "What were you thinking, Isha? She was your friend! How could you do this?" Her mother shook Isha's shoulders rigorously, but it seemed like she was in some other world - laughing hysterically as if nothing had happened and saying in a maniacal tone, "I told her she doesn't deserve anything. Look, now she's going to die!" Isha's mother slowly released her grip from disbelief as all of them heard those words.

Then, Isha dropped to the ground, her cold body wrapped up in her mother's arms as tears streamed down the woman's face.

Aahan's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at Srishti's motionless form. She was barely conscious, her eyes half open and her body limp in Harsh's arms.

His hands shaking with fear, Aahan reached out to touch her pallid face. "An ambulance! We need an ambulance!" He shouted desperately, His voice carrying through the air.

Harsh sprang into action immediately, calling the ambulance and running off to fetch some water. "Jaan! Wake up! You'll be alright!" Aahan implored her, desperation palpable in his voice as he gently tapped her cheeks in an attempt to revive her fading consciousness.

In a matter of moments, the glass of water appeared from the kitchen, and with trembling hands, Harsh sprinkled it upon her pale skin. At last, she stirred, and soon enough the sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance finally arrived.

Quickly they loaded Srishti inside and sped away towards the hospital where she received treatment for her wounds - a deep cut on her head that had almost caused her unconsciousness.

Isha stumbled into the rehabilitation facility, and Srishti could barely recognize her. She was so thin and pale and had dark circles under her eyes that spoke of sleepless nights. Her mother was beside her, silently holding her up.

Srishti was filled with anger and hurt towards Isha for betraying her trust, but it quickly subsided when she remembered all the good times they shared in the past. Despite what Isha had done, Srishti couldn't bear to see her suffer like this. After talking to Aahan, they decided to pay the fees for Isha's rehab and arrange some facilities to make her stay more comfortable.

Even though she was still angry at Isha no she hates her, Srishti felt a sense of relief knowing her friend would be taken care of. She wanted to forget the betrayal and bitter words she had experienced, but deep down she knew she could never really forgive Isha.

Srishti's restless mind refused to be at peace for the whole 2 weeks. It was an unquenched thirst to know what Isha had done to her that caused her to lose someone so important. No matter how much she longed to curse Isha, Aahan was always by her side to console her and lend a shoulder when she wanted to cry. But betrayal is betrayal and tries as much as it could, Srishti's heart could not forget the pain Isha had inflicted on her. She can forget her but forgive no she can't never

Isha may have a bright future ahead of her, but the fact that she had thrown away her life still weighed heavily in Srishti's heart.

HARSH POV

Rohit banged on Harsh's bedroom door for what seemed like an eternity before it finally opened, revealing a disheveled Harsh. His eyes were puffy with exhaustion, dark circles underneath them suggesting that he hadn't slept in days. His usually neat hair was tousled and unkempt.

Yawning, he asked his friend rohit in a tired voice, "What are you doing here?"

Harsh's friend rohit appeared in the doorway of his room, eyes widening as he surveyed the disarray. His walls were bare, all photos and posters taken down. Clothes and books littered the floor, and several crumpled pieces of paper lay scattered on the desk.

"Dude, what have you been up to?," Rohit asked, looking at Harsh's room. "What have you done to your room? No pictures?"rohit walked in further, stepping over piles of debris and eyeing the mess on Harsh's desk. "Nothing," Harsh mumbled, hastily scooping up the papers and stuffing them into his desk drawer. "Just brainstorming."

"Where did you put the pictures?" Rohit asked, noticing the sudden change in Harsh's mood."I tucked them safely away," Harsh replied with a wink.rohit was about to ask more questions when Harsh quickly cut him off, "It doesn't matter because she isn't mine anyways." A sad smile tugged at the corner of his mouth."Why are you giving me that creepy smile?" Rohit asked, knowing that talking about Srishti could lead to no good for his friend. "Why do I smile when I'm sad? It's my way of trying to be happy for myself, even though my broken heart won't listen." Harsh said before breaking out into a laugh.

"Move on, Harsh," rohit said, placing his hand reassuringly on his shoulder.

But Harsh just looked at him and shook his head, "No, that was love and it was real. I haven't learned how to move on yet." He gave rohit a genuine smile, remembering his father; his role model for life who had taught him the meaning of true love. "Harsh -" rohit started but was interrupted. "Okay, okay, what did the company say?" Harsh questioned.

"Well they really liked your songwriting," rohit replied nervously. "But they suggested you focus more on developing your singing skills." Harsh took a deep breath before continuing. "Alright then - new task - hire someone to help me with my vocals!" His voice held a tone of determination as he watched his friend's figure fade out of sight.

Harsh had an undeniable talent for writing lyrics and poetry, but singing was a different story. Yet somehow, he knew he had to try.

SRISHTI POV

The anger in my voice filled the room as I yelled, "Aahan, leave me alone! I can stand on my own!" My husband thought I was a breakable doll that would be harmed by even the slightest of injuries. "Haa Jaan, let me help you," he said again.

Suddenly aware that we had an audience, I realized everyone in the hall was watching us fight on the stairs. "Aahan, let her walk," Maa said with a suppressed laugh, and that's when it hit me—we were the center of attention. With a huff of annoyance, I slowly slapped his hand away and murmured under my breath, "Aap milo room me," before turning to head into the hall. But before I could take two steps, a strong arm encircled my waist, and all I could do was slap my forehead in frustration as this man held on to me tight.

"Oh ho! Today's headline: The Couple of Our House," Aditya Bhaiya announced, causing me to pinch Aahan's hand to make him release his grip from around my waist. He groaned in pain at the sudden movement, but still had enough strength to give me a look that promised no one was going to save me from him tonight.

I smirked in reply before shrugging off his hold and continuing my way down the hall.

Maa's voice cut through the silence like a knife, and Aditya Bhaiya's mouth stopped.

"Shut up and let Srishti eat" She motioned for me to sit as she piled food onto my plate; there was chole chawal, aloo gobi, dal makhani, and more. I smiled awkwardly and silently wondered if I'd be able to finish it all. Taking a bite of the chole chawal, the flavors burst in my mouth. Aditya Bhaiya chimed in that it have been Maa's cooking that made it so delicious. I gave her a thumbs-up sign, which caused her to laugh and shake her head at my childish behavior.

A chill ran up my spine as Papa asked me the dreaded question - the honeymoon plan. Sarika bhabi flashed a knowing smile while Mama chuckled, her mouth twitching with amusement.

"We knew our lazy son would never plan anything! So we decided to take things in hand and plan something for you two," she said, winking at me mischievously. My stomach twisted as I shot daggers at my husband - he simply raised an eyebrow, reading my expression perfectly. He then smiled sweetly and posed his simple question: "maa, what is the plan?" I felt an uncontrollable fury swirl inside me like a raging tornado.

Bhabhi's suggestion of traveling to either Goa or an international location caused a stir of excitement. Aahan quickly chimed in with his support for Paris, France, and Canada as options.

I silently watched the conversation unfold, feelings of irritation bubbling up inside me. My two weeks in home had been filled with micro-managing warnings from him about what I could and couldn't do. But deep down, I was grateful that he cared enough to want to protect me. "So Srishti, where do you want to go?" Aahan asked, his eyes full of anticipation. Despite my annoyance with him, warmth spread through me at being included in their plan.

"I think Paris is pretty but it's overrated. Let's try somewhere else - we could go to Canada! I want to see Niagara Falls," I suggested, earning a beaming smile from Aahan.

"Okay, so Canada it is! I'll book your flight," aditya bhai said

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hey lovelies

how are you all

so this was the fifth last chapter including epilogy

so we are coming to end

someone, want to say anything?

you can I'm not going to bite you

anyway stay tuned

-aein