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Akshat had just finished explaining a challenging chapter. As he placed the marker back on the whiteboard, he turned to address the class.

"This chapter is undeniably complex," Akshat said, his tone firm but encouraging. "If anyone has questions or needs further clarification, you're welcome to come to my cabin. I understand it's a lot to process, so take your time."

The moment he dismissed the class, half the girls stood up with a sudden burst of energy, whispering excitedly among themselves as they began making their way to his cabin.

"Chal chal, mast chance hai!" one girl whispered to her friend, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

"Arey, at least we can see him up close," another giggled, clutching her notebook tightly as if she were heading to meet a celebrity rather than a professor.

Meanwhile, a few girls, genuinely interested in the subject, hesitated in their seats, clearly conflicted. Their curiosity and need for answers were overshadowed by their reluctance to be associated with the giggling group.

"Ye inn ladkiyon ko sari queries Akshat sir ke class me hi kyun hoti hai?" a girl sitting near Amrit's seat muttered to her friend, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"Exactly, yaar," her friend agreed, rolling her eyes. "And everyone knows they just want his attention. Inn logon ke wajah se ham bhi nahi jaate jyada questions puchne, even when I have real queries. Mujhe lagta hai sab mujhe bhi vaise hi na samjhein."

"Same, bhai," another girl chimed in, shaking her head. "Aur maine toh na, unme se ek bhi ladki ko kisi aur subject mein interest dikhate hue nahi dekha. They don’t even attend other classes!"

Amrit, sitting a few rows away, overheard their conversation. Her grip on her pen tightened as she exchanged a glance with Vidya, who smirked knowingly.

"Dekha! They all know this," Vidya said, leaning closer to Amrit. "Maine pehle hi kaha tha."

Amrit placed her pen down with a deliberate motion and picked up her bag. Her face betrayed no emotion, but her voice carried an unmistakable edge. "Mujhe bhi jana hai dekhne. Wo log mere pati ko pareshan kar rahi hongi," she said, her tone calm yet resolute.

Vidya’s eyes widened in delight as she quickly got up, ready to follow her. "Arey, ruk ja! Main bhi chalti hoon," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

As the two made their way out of the classroom, the girls nearby exchanged surprised glances, whispering among themselves. Amrit walked purposefully, her bag slung over her shoulder, and Vidya followed, barely suppressing her amusement.

Amrit pushed the cabin door open without hesitation, her gaze immediately landing on the group of girls surrounding Akshat. They were leaning in closer than necessary, their coy smiles and giggles betraying their real intentions. Their notebooks were clutched in hand, but their focus was clearly not on what Akshat was explaining. Akshat, ever professional, maintained a proper distance and was entirely unaware of their antics.

Amrit's jaw tightened, her anger rising as she observed the scene. Akshat looked up and immediately noticed her standing there, her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. He raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

"Amrit," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the low murmur in the room. "Why did you enter inside without asking?"

Behind her, Vidya, who had followed her, stopped in her tracks. Sensing the tension, she took a step back and quickly hid behind the wall outside, peeking in just enough to watch the drama unfold.

Akshat’s tone wasn’t harsh, but it carried authority. He didn’t want to call her out in front of everyone, especially since she was his wife. However, he had set a precedent by scolding students who didn’t take permission to enter his cabin. Letting it slide for her would raise questions.

Amrit, however, was unfazed. She crossed her arms, glaring at him with her usual fiery defiance.

"Do you have any questions?" he asked, his tone calmer this time, as he tried to make sense of her sudden appearance.

Amrit shook her head curtly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Then why are you here? Yahan bheed mat badhaiye," he said, gesturing toward the already crowded cabin. "Go to your class."

Amrit’s eyes widened, her anger now simmering dangerously close to the surface. Gritting her teeth, she turned around sharply and walked out, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. She shot him one last glare over her shoulder before exiting the cabin.

Outside, Vidya, who had been eavesdropping, quickly stepped aside to avoid being caught. Once Amrit was out, Vidya followed her, trying to suppress her laughter.

"Haww yaar, Akshat sir ne accha nahi kiya," Vidya said, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. "Tu unko room me mat sone dena. Agar office se nikalte hain toh room se nikalna!"

Amrit’s fister her hands ,her annoyance was evident. "Ek baar ghar toh aayen!" she said, her voice low but laced with determination.

As the door creaked open, Akshat stepped inside their room, only to freeze in his tracks. Standing in the middle of the room, Amrit held a broom in her hand, her expression suspiciously sweet.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Ye kya hai? Ghar me jhadu laga rahi ho kya aaj?” he asked, half amused.

Amrit’s smile grew saccharine, her tone dripping with exaggerated sweetness. “Ye ghar ke liye nahi hai, patidev. Ye aapke liye hai.”

Akshat’s confidence wavered as he noticed the glint in her eyes. He gulped, taking a cautious step back. “K... kya? Maine kya kiya?”

“Abhi batati hoon,” Amrit said, brandishing the broom with flair as she started walking toward him.

Alarmed, Akshat instinctively stepped back. “A... arre ye kya kar rahi ho? Apne professor ke saath aise behave karte hain kya?” he exclaimed, putting his hands up defensively.

Amrit’s eyes narrowed, her movements deliberate as she cornered him. “Aur apni patni ke saath waise behave karte hain jaise aaj aapne kiya?”

Akshat made a dash for the nearest room, and Amrit was hot on his heels. He darted around the sofa, using it as a shield while she circled from the other side, the broom still firmly in her grip.

“Dekho, Amrit! Suno meri baat! Tum bina puche aayi thi cabin me,” he tried explaining, his voice an octave higher as he kept his distance.

Amrit halted, one eyebrow arching dramatically. “Haan toh? Aap bhi mere ghar me bina puche aaye hain abhi. Main nikal doon kya?”

He blinked, momentarily stunned by her retort. “A... accha, sorry! Tum wo pheko pehle. I will explain, I promise.”

Amrit considered him for a moment, then threw the broom to the side, the clatter echoing in the room. Folding her arms across her chest, she stood tall, her glare unwavering.

Akshat cautiously approached Amrit, sensing her simmering frustration. He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. “Pehle yeh lo, drink this. Aur baitho,” he said softly.

Amrit hesitated but took the glass. After a few sips, she sat on the edge of the bed, her expression still stubbornly upset. Akshat sighed, pulling a chair to sit beside her. He gently held her hand, his thumb brushing her knuckles.

“Amrit, I know you felt bad about earlier,” he began, his tone careful yet earnest, “but please try to understand. I can’t do partiality at the college. Maine sabko daanta tha jo bina permission mere cabin mein aaye. Agar maine tumhe kuch na kaha hota, sab kya sochte?”

Amrit met his gaze, her eyes narrowing. “Still, you were giving extra attention to those girls. Unhe koi queries nahi thi. Bas aapki attention chahiye thi, jo ki aap de dete hain,” she said, crossing her arms.

Akshat pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply. “Amrit, I was just doing my work. Mujhe koi farak nahi padta ki unka intention kya hai. I don’t give a damn about what they want.”

Amrit’s lips pressed into a thin line, her glare still fixed on him. He could see that his explanation wasn’t enough to break her annoyance.

“Abhi bhi gussa ho?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips.

She nodded without hesitation, her pout deepening.

Akshat chuckled, leaning closer. “Accha, toh kya karoon tumhara mood theek karne ke liye? Kuch banaun tumhare liye? Kya khana hai?”

Her frown softened, though she maintained her defiant posture. “Aloo paratha,” she replied curtly.

He straightened, a mock-serious expression taking over. “Noted, ma’am! Aloo paratha on the way. Par usse pehle ek kaam karo—smile karo.”

When she didn’t respond, Akshat leaned closer, placing his fingers gently at the corners of her lips. “Aise,” he said, stretching her lips into a forced smile.

Amrit burst out laughing, batting his hands away. “Stop it, Akshat!” she said between giggles, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

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Vedant stepped out of the hospital, the evening breeze cooling his tense expression. Just as he was about to head to his car, his eyes landed on Rajat, who was walking toward his own vehicle.

"Aaj toh isse sab clear kar dunga," Vedant muttered under his breath, determination flashing in his eyes. He strode toward Rajat, tapping him firmly on the shoulder.

Rajat turned, startled but polite. "Dr. Vedant! Hello," he greeted with a faint smile.

Vedant’s expression was unreadable. "Aapse thodi baat karni thi. Car ke andar baith kar baat karte hain, warna yahan baahar koi vivad na ho jaye," he said with a calm yet firm tone, confusing Rajat.

"Kya matlab?" Rajat asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Aaiye toh sahi," Vedant replied curtly, gesturing toward the car.

Reluctantly, Rajat unlocked his car and sat in the driver’s seat, while Vedant took the passenger side. The confined space only seemed to intensify the tension between them.

"Boliye, Dr. Vedant. Kya baat hai? Maine kuch aisa kar diya hai jis se aapko problem ho?" Rajat asked, his voice laced with curiosity but still polite.

Vedant turned to face him directly, his tone dropping to one of quiet intensity. "I already proposed Nandini. Haan, abhi usne accept nahi kiya, but I know she loves me too and she is afraid of something, but I will wait and help her to overcome her fears . Toh tum, Nandini se over-friendly hone ki koshish mat karo."

Rajat blinked, taken aback. "Kya? Nandini?" he repeated, his confusion turning to mild annoyance. "Dr. Vedant, ek toh aapki wajah se Nandini ne office chhod diya. Upar se aap mujhe hi yeh bol rahe hain?"

Vedant crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. "Toh? Any problem?" he said coldly.

Rajat let out an incredulous laugh. "Haan, hai problem! Nandini meri dost hai, aur woh eklauti jariya thi mere pyaar tak pahuchne ka," he said, his voice rising slightly.

Vedant stiffened. His blood boiled at the implication. "Lagta hai suna nahi tumne maine shuru mein kya kaha?" he said, his tone sharp.

"Suna maine, Vedant sir," Rajat replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Bahut accha laga sun kar, lekin jo aapne kiya, woh galat tha.”

Vedant frowned, unwilling to accept the rebuke. "Mujhe lectures dene ki zarurat nahi hai, Rajat. Haan, galti hui thi, aur mujhe pata hai. Lekin ab main usse khud theek kar lunga."

Rajat sighed, shaking his head. "Mujhe yeh sab nahi pata ki aap kya theek kar rahe hain ya galat. Bas itna bol raha hoon ki agar meri wajah se mera pyaar adhura raha, toh phir dekhiye," he said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Vedant’s frustration was at its peak. "Tumhara pyaar? Woh kabhi poora nahi hoga. Maine pehle hi usse sab bol diya hai, aur ab tumhara koi chance hi nahi hai," he said heatedly.

Rajat, unperturbed, leaned back against his seat. "Nandini ke through hi Vidya mujhe mili thi. Aur wahi ek wajah thi jo mujhe uske ghar tak le jaane ka bahana deti thi. Ab main kaise Nandini ke saath Vidya tak pahuchunga?" he said bitterly.

Vedant blinked, his anger suddenly replaced by confusion. "Kya? Ek minute... Vidya kahan se aa gayi beech mein?" he asked, utterly puzzled.

Rajat gave him an exasperated look. "Kya matlab kahan se aa gayi? Main tab se wahi keh raha hoon. Nandini meri friend thi, aur uske through hi main Vidya se milta tha. Ab office se jaane ke baad, woh connection hi kat gaya hai."

Vedant's eyes widened as realization dawned. "That means tum... Thank God!" he said, visibly relieved. "Mujhe laga tha tum Nandini se pyaar karte ho."

Rajat looked unimpressed. "Seriously? Aap yeh soch bhi kaise sakte the?"

Vedant chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Arre, woh tum Nandini ke aas-paas hamesha ghoomte rehte the. Mujhe kya pata tha tum Vidya ke chakkar mein Nandini ke chakkar laga rahe ho."

Rajat rolled his eyes. "Haan, aur ab mujhe yeh samajh nahi aa raha ki main ab Vidya tak kaise pahuchun."

Vedant smirked slightly. "Woh toh tum as a friend bhi ja sakte ho Nandini se milne.”

Rajat gave him a skeptical look. "Friend ke bahane toh theek hai, lekin pehle aapse permission toh lena padega na? Pata chale phir se aa ke mujhe peetne lag jayen aap." he said sarcastically.

Vedant laughed for the first time in the conversation. "Dekho, meri taraf se tum free ho.”

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The sun was gently setting, casting a warm glow over the garden where Amrit and Kavya sat, sipping tea. The quiet chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves made for a peaceful atmosphere, a perfect setting for a heart-to-heart conversation. Amrit leaned back against the garden bench, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Kavya, sitting beside her, took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with a quiet happiness.

"So, did you watch that new show last night?" Kavya asked, her voice light with excitement.

Amrit smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Haan haan. It was so intense! I can't believe the main character did that to her friend."

Kavya chuckled, nodding. "I know, right? It was like watching a storm unfold in slow motion. But, do you think they'll end up together in the end?"

Amrit tilted her head thoughtfully, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hmm... I think they will. They always do in the shows. There's always that twist, where the characters realize their feelings after a lot of drama."

Kavya smiled, her gaze softening as she leaned back, the conversation naturally flowing. "Hmm, you're right. But you know, sometimes I wonder what it would feel like... to fall in love for real, not just in shows."

Amrit paused, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she turned to Kavya. "Hmm, I see. Kiske baare me soch rahi ho aap? Are you in love?" she asked, her voice light but curious.

Kavya's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she looked away, unable to hide her blush. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her shawl. "I... I don’t really know. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe. But it’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. I don’t know if it’s love, but it definitely makes me feel... alive."

Amrit grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "Who’s the lucky one? Tell me, didi. Who’s making you feel all giddy inside?"

Kavya shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I’ll tell you when the right time comes. But for now, it’s all just... confusing."

Amrit leaned in slightly, intrigued by the little mystery Kavya had left hanging in the air. "Jaldi batana." She paused, then shifted her gaze as she thought of her own situation.

A thought suddenly crossed Kavya's mind, and she turned to Amrit with a soft but teasing expression. "And what about your patidev Do you think you love him?"

Amrit's smile faltered for a moment as her thoughts drifted. She took a deep breath before replying, her voice steady but full of emotions she had long kept hidden. "That person... will be the most unlucky person if he doesn't fall in love with him. He is everything... everything that feels like a dream come true. If I had to describe him, I wouldn’t know where to start."

She looked up, as if searching for the right words, and then began, her voice soft and warm like a whisper carried by the breeze. "He's like the first ray of sunshine after a storm, lighting up everything around him. He’s calm, like the gentle touch of water on a lake, bringing peace to even the most troubled of souls. He’s strong, like a tree that stands tall even in the fiercest winds, with roots that go deep into the earth, unshakeable, no matter the storm."

Amrit smiled softly, her heart feeling a warmth that she couldn't quite describe. "His kindness is like the sky... vast, boundless, and filled with hope, shelters everyone around him. He makes everything feel possible, even the most impossible dreams.”

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, as if the very thought of him filled her with a sense of tranquility. "He’s everything,didi. He’s like the ocean, deep and unpredictable, but so full of life. And when he’s around, everything feels like it’s in its place. No chaos, no noise. Just... peace."

Kavya, who had been silently listening, couldn’t help but notice the soft glow on Amrit’s face as she spoke. "You love him so much."

Amrit’s eyes sparkled with unspoken feelings, her gaze distant yet filled with tenderness. "I do. I love him with all my heart, with every breath I take. He’s the air I breathe, the earth beneath my feet. He’s like the stars in the sky... guiding me through the darkness. I love him more than words could ever express. He’s the reason my heart beats, the reason I smile even when the world seems too heavy.”

Kavya sat in silence for a moment, watching Amrit with a soft smile.

As Amrit finished her heartfelt confession, her voice filled with so much sincerity and love that it seemed to linger in the air, like the sweet scent of flowers in full bloom. Her eyes shone brightly, and for a brief moment, the entire world seemed to pause around them. But just as she finished, Akshat, who had been standing at a distance, felt his heart drop. The words she had just spoken, the love she had poured out so freely, hit him like a wave—unexpected, powerful, and utterly overwhelming.

He hadn’t meant to overhear, but there he was, listening to Amrit express her feelings for him so openly, so beautifully. He stood frozen, the weight of her words crashing over him, making his mind whirl. He hadn’t been prepared for this—hadn’t known that she felt so deeply for him, that she loved him to such an extent. A part of him wanted to rush over to her, pull her into his arms, and tell her that he felt the same. But another part of him recoiled, unsure of how to handle the raw emotions bubbling inside him. He couldn’t quite grasp what he was supposed to do with this newfound knowledge.

Akshat felt torn—torn between his feelings for her, the guilt that swelled within him for not having been as open, and the sense of responsibility that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had always believed he was protecting her by staying emotionally distant, but hearing her so openly express her love made him question everything.

Without saying a word, he quietly turned around and walked away, slipping out of the garden without anyone noticing, his mind clouded with confusion.

That day, the apartment felt quieter than usual. Amrit sat at the dining table, watching as Akshat moved around the kitchen. His actions were sharp, almost mechanical, and he didn’t speak to her once. He prepared lunch, but his focus was entirely on the food, never once acknowledging her presence, as though she were a ghost in the room.

Amrit, who had always been able to read him, noticed the shift immediately. He was avoiding her. Her heart sank as she sat there, unsure of what to make of it. Was he upset? Was there something wrong?

She thought about it for a moment, but her mind couldn't settle on any one thing. The love she had confessed to Kavya seemed so natural, so real, yet Akshat’s behavior was telling her something else. She tried to ask, but he simply avoided eye contact.

“Akshat… is everything okay?” she asked tentatively, her voice soft, as though she was afraid of disturbing something fragile.

Akshat, not even looking up, simply nodded as he placed the last dish on the table. “Everything’s fine. Just busy with work.”

He sat down and began eating, his focus entirely on the plate before him, and Amrit, lost in thought, picked at her food. There was a silence between them that felt heavy, like the air was filled with unspoken words. But Akshat never gave her the chance to ask again.

The afternoon passed in a haze. Amrit watched him, growing more confused with each passing minute. He wasn’t just distant; he was practically ignoring her. Every time she tried to speak to him, he either muttered something about being busy or responded with short, clipped sentences. His usual warmth, the affection he showed her even in the smallest gestures, was completely absent.

“Akshat, kuch hua hai kya?” she asked again, her voice a little more hesitant this time, but he didn’t reply. He simply left the apartment without saying a word, leaving Amrit sitting in the quiet, wondering what had happened.

****************************************

Vedant entered his father’s office, glancing around in hopes of catching sight of Nandini.

Nandini was busy arranging files at her desk, but her pulse quickened when she saw Vedant. She immediately looked away, pretending not to notice him. She couldn’t allow herself to falter.

Vedant, pretending he had some work, approached his father’s cabin. When he didn’t find him there, he decided to leave. Coincidentally, as he turned toward the elevator, he saw Nandini heading in the same direction.

They stepped into the lift together, their silence filled with unspoken words. Nandini kept her eyes on the floor, her grip tight on the folder in her hands. Vedant, on the other hand, kept stealing glances at her.

The lift started descending, but after a few moments, it suddenly jolted and came to a halt. The lights flickered before the emergency lights came on.

Nandini instinctively pressed a hand against the wall to steady herself. “What just happened?” she asked, her voice calm but edged with concern.

“The lift’s stuck,” Vedant replied, pressing the emergency button. He glanced at her, his voice softening. “Don’t worry, thik ho jayegi”

“I’m not worried,” Nandini replied curtly, standing as far from him as possible.

Vedant leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he looked at her. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

“I haven’t,” Nandini replied, avoiding his gaze.

“You have, Nandini,” Vedant insisted, stepping closer to her. “Ever since I told you how I feel, you’ve been keeping your distance. Tumhe kya lagta hai mujhe pata nahi chalega?”

Nandini straightened, her expression unreadable. “There’s nothing to notice Vedant. I have ve already told you, I don’t want to be in a relationship. And I don’t love you.”

Vedant’s heart clenched at her words, but he wasn’t convinced. He took another step closer, his eyes searching hers. “You’re lying,” he said softly.

“Why would I lie?” she asked, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

“I am not an Ophthalmologist but Tumhari ankhen padh sakta hun mai,” Vedant replied, his voice low and full of emotion. “You feel the same way, but you’re trying to deny it. Why, Nandini? What are you so afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she said quickly, her voice wavering slightly.

“Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me,” Vedant challenged, stepping even closer.

Nandini’s breath hitched. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry. She finally managed to say, “I don’t love you.”

Vedant let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You can’t even say it without hesitating,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and tenderness. “Why are you doing this, Nandini? Why are you running away from what we have?”

“There’s nothing to run away from,” she replied, her voice firmer this time. “We don’t have anything, Vedant. You’re just imagining things.”

Vedant stepped back, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I know you’re lying,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t know why, but I’ll figure it out. And I’ll wait, for as long as it takes. Because I know what we have is real.”

Nandini turned away, her hands trembling as she clutched the folder to her chest. “Aap apna aur mera dono ka time waste kar rahe hain,” she said quietly.

“Mera?,” Vedant replied, his voice softening. “tumhara time kon waste kar raha hai tum apni life me aage badho tumhe kya rok raha hai .”

Nandini stiffened, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the folder tighter. “Lift abhi tak nahi chal rahi kyun?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Vedant pressed the emergency button, frowning. “The lift’s stuck,” he said, looking at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll call for help.”

He pulled out his phone, but there was no network. “Damn it,” he muttered. “No signal here.”

Nandini instinctively reached for her phone, but it refused to turn on. “Battery khatam ho gayi,” she said in a barely audible voice.

Vedant glanced at her, noticing the slight tremble in her hands. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure her. “We’ll get out of here soon.”

But Nandini didn’t respond. She leaned back against the wall, her breathing growing shallow. Panic flickered in her eyes as she closed them tightly, trying to calm herself.

Vedant’s brows furrowed as he stepped closer. “Nandini, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I... I need to get out,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t... I can’t breathe.”

Realization dawned on Vedant. “You’re claustrophobic,” he said softly.

Nandini nodded, clutching the edge of the railing as if it would steady her spiraling emotions.

Vedant moved closer, his worry intensifying. “Nandini, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re going to be okay. Just breathe with me, okay?”

She shook her head, her breaths quickening. “I can’t... I can’t do this...”

Vedant hesitated for a moment, then gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me,” he said softly. “Close your eyes and focus on my voice. Breathe in slowly, like this.”

He demonstrated, taking a deep, steady breath. “And then breathe out.”

Nandini tried to follow his lead, but her panic made it difficult. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “I can’t, Vedant.”

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “I’m here. You’re not alone. Just trust me.”

His reassuring tone and steady gaze seemed to ground her. Slowly, she began to mimic his breathing, her hands clutching his shirt as if anchoring herself.

“That’s it,” Vedant said, his voice calm and soothing. “You’re doing great. Just keep going.”

As her breathing steadied, she leaned into him, her forehead resting against his chest. Vedant wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“You’re safe, Nandini,” he murmured, his chin resting lightly on her head. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

For a moment, Nandini let herself relax in his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence. Her heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from fear.

When she finally calmed down, Vedant loosened his hold slightly but didn’t let go entirely. “Better?” he asked softly, his face just inches away from hers.

She nodded, still avoiding his gaze. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vedant tilted her chin gently, his eyes meeting hers. “Nandini, you don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

The intensity in his gaze made her heart flutter, and she tried to look away, but he held her gaze firmly. “Stop running from me, Nandini,” he said, his voice low and filled with emotion. “You don’t have to go through anything alone. Not anymore.”

She shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Vedant, please... don’t make this harder for me.”

“Harder?” he repeated, his tone laced with frustration and tenderness. “You think I don’t know how hard this is for you? I see it in your eyes, Nandini. You’re scared, but you don’t have to be. Not with me.”

Nandini swallowed hard, her resolve faltering under the weight of his words. “It’s not that simple,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Then let’s make it simple,” Vedant countered, stepping closer. His hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear. “Tell me you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone. But if you do, if there’s even a part of you that feels the same way, then stop pushing me away.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. The truth was evident in her eyes, in the way she leaned into his touch despite herself.

The lift felt smaller now, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions. Vedant’s gaze dropped to her lips for a fleeting moment before returning to her eyes. “You’re not alone, Nandini,” he whispered. “And you never will be, as long as I’m here.”

She tried to step back, but the confined space left her with nowhere to go. Instead, she found herself pressed against the wall, with Vedant standing mere inches away.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and longing.

“You won’t,” Vedant assured her, his voice steady and sure. “The only thing that hurts is watching you fight this, fight us, when I know you feel the same.”

The tension between them was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. Nandini’s heart raced as Vedant leaned in slightly, his proximity both comforting and overwhelming.

“Vedant,” she began, but her voice faltered as his forehead rested lightly against hers.

“I’m not asking for anything right now,” he said softly. “I just want you to know that I’m here. That I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”

Nandini closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the raw sincerity in his voice. She felt the walls she had built around her heart begin to crack, but she wasn’t ready to let them crumble completely.

The sound of faint voices outside the lift broke the moment, and Vedant stepped back reluctantly.

“They’re here,” he said, glancing toward the doors as the maintenance team worked to pry them open.

Nandini let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment.

As the doors finally opened, Vedant held out his hand to help her step out. She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her.

“Thank you,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vedant’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “Always,” he replied simply.

Even as they stepped out of the lift and went their separate ways, the charged moment lingered between them. Vedant’s words and actions had left an indelible mark on Nandini’s heart, and she knew she couldn’t ignore her feelings for much longer.

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Kavya returned from the office, her bag slung over her shoulder as she greeted Bulbul, who was diligently working on her homework at the dining table.

The peaceful rhythm of the evening was broken by the doorbell. Kavya approached the door, opening it to find Tanya, her best friend, standing there with a wide grin.

“What a surprise! Kitne din baad aayi?” Kavya exclaimed, pulling Tanya into a warm hug.

“Kya karoon! Time hi ab mila tumse milne ka,” Tanya replied, stepping inside and immediately making her way to Bulbul, who looked up from her books.

“Tum log baitho, main chai banake laati hoon,” Kavya said, heading toward the kitchen.

Tanya plopped down beside Bulbul, brushing her hair affectionately. “Aur little champ? Kya chal raha hai?”

Bulbul frowned, setting her pencil down. “Tani aunty... there is a problem.”

Tanya tilted her head, intrigued. “Aww, kisne problem de diya meri princess ko?”

Bulbul sighed dramatically. “Mumma... she’s behaving so ajeeb. I never saw her like this before! You’re her flend (friend), na? You should know!”

Tanya raised her eyebrows, confused. “Hein? Kaisa behave karti hai? Bata na!”

Before Bulbul could answer, they heard Kavya humming a song from the kitchen. Tanya froze mid-thought, her ears straining to catch the melody.

“Huh? Is she really humming a song?” Tanya asked in disbelief, turning toward Bulbul, who nodded furiously.

Just then, Kavya emerged from the kitchen with a tray in hand, her expression unusually bright. “Tanya, darling…” she began sweetly, and Tanya’s jaw nearly dropped.

“Darling?” Tanya whispered to herself, stunned.

“Pakode ya phir sandwich? Tumhare liye kya banau?” Kavya asked, placing the tray down and adjusting the cups with an unusual air of cheerfulness.

“Anything you want, Kavya,” Tanya said, her tone hesitant as she tried to gauge what was going on. Kavya smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen.

Tanya turned to Bulbul, her voice low and conspiratorial. “Darling? Singing songs? Pakode? Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Kuch toh definitely wrong hai!”

Bulbul crossed her arms, her expression vindicated. “Dekha! Isliye toh I told you.”

“Let me find out,” Tanya declared, narrowing her eyes with determination as she headed toward the kitchen.

Inside, Kavya was humming again, carefully arranging the pakode on a plate. Tanya leaned against the counter, watching her closely.

“All good?” Tanya asked, feigning nonchalance.

Kavya glanced at her, smiling brightly. “Haan, kyun? Sab theek hai!”

Tanya raised an eyebrow. “Wo—” She was about to dig further when the doorbell interrupted her.

Kavya’s face lit up as she quickly wiped her hands and turned toward the door. “Huh! Pakka wo Yash hoga,” she said with an exasperated sigh.

“Kaun?” Tanya asked, curiosity piqued.

Kavya rolled her eyes. “Yahan upar wale apartment me rehta hai wo... idiot! He disturbs me so much aur flirt karta hai! Samajhta kya hai apne aap ko?”

Tanya grinned mischievously. “Ruk, let me handle him,” she said, striding toward the door with confidence.

When Tanya opened the door, she was met with Krishiv’s charming smile. He stood there, holding a small box in his hand. Tanya’s expression immediately turned into a glare.

“Kya problem hai, haan?” Tanya yelled, startling Krishiv. He blinked in confusion, taking a cautious step back. His gaze darted to the nameplate on the door, checking if he had made a mistake.

“Dikhne mein toh kitne shareef lagte ho,” Tanya continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Krishiv tilted his head, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thank you?” he said uncertainty.

“Par harkatein gali ke chichoron wali!” Tanya snapped, crossing her arms.

“Ji?” Krishiv asked, his brows knitting in confusion as he stood at the door.

Before he could say anything further, Kavya appeared behind Tanya, her eyes widening in alarm. “Tanya, ye—” she started, but Tanya swiftly raised a hand, silencing her.

“Kavya, mujhe handle karne do!” Tanya interrupted, stepping forward with the authority of a warrior confronting her sworn enemy. She jabbed a finger in Krishiv’s direction. “Sharam nahi aati tumhe? Awara mawali lucche lafange! Mandir ke bahar chappal churane waale bhikhari jaise!”

Krishiv’s jaw dropped as she continued her tirade, her words growing sharper by the second.

“Kavya ek bacchi ki maa hai! Tumhein flirt karte hue socha bhi nahi? Itne ache society mein reh rahe ho toh maa-baap ameer honge, par tumhari harkatein? Wahin tapri pe ladki chedne waale ladkon jaisi reh gayi hain!”

Krishiv blinked, holding up his hands as if to ward off her verbal attack. “Maine? Flirt? Kab?” he asked in utter disbelief, his gaze darting to Kavya, silently begging her for an explanation.

Kavya quickly shook her head.

Tanya wasn’t done, though. She took a step closer, her glare intensifying. “Jyada smart ban’ne ki zarurat nahi hai! Ek kaan ke neeche padegi na, toh saat janmon tak seeti bajegi!”

Before he could respond, Kavya jumped in. “Tanya! Are you mad? He’s not some random tapori. He’s my boss’s best friend! Aur Bulbul ke bhi dost hain.”

Tanya froze mid-rant, turning her wide eyes toward Kavya. “Kya? Tum pehle kyun nahi boli?” she hissed in embarrassment, her cheeks coloring.

Krishiv took the opportunity to fold his arms, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Tanya. “Who is she?” he asked Kavya, tilting his head toward the furious yet flustered woman.

Kavya let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “She’s my friend. Actually, kuch problem thi..”

Krishiv’s eyes traveled up and down Tanya, his smirk only growing. “Haan, dikh raha hai. Kuch toh problem zaroor hai.”

“Bulbul!!” Krishiv called out in his usual chirpy tone as he saw Bulbul racing toward him. She grinned and rushed up to him, her small hands reaching out for a high five, which he playfully returned.

“Kuch lenge aap?” Kavya asked, standing by the counter. She glanced at Krishiv, who looked thoughtful for a moment. Bulbul raised her eyebrows at Kavya and whispered something to her.

“Ice cream!” Bulbul giggled quietly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Krishiv, hearing her, leaned in slightly, playfully grinning. “Ice cream milegi kya?” he asked, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Kavya shot him a sharp look, hands planted firmly on her waist.

“Coffee will be fine,” he said with a slight chuckle, realizing he might be crossing the line. Kavya nodded, satisfied with the change in order.

Tanya, who had been observing from the living room, walked toward Kavya with a puzzled expression on her face. “Ye kya...” she began, but was immediately interrupted by Kavya.

“Ye Bulbul bhi na... pehle batana chahiye tha ki wo aane wale hain. Main kuch accha pehenti thi... leave it abhi coffee banani hai.” Kavya muttered under her breath as she hurried to the kitchen, her thoughts clearly racing.

Tanya’s eyes widened as she took in Kavya’s words, piecing things together. Her tone shifted, quieter now, as she looked at Kavya’s retreating form. “She loves him?” Tanya muttered in shock, as if the realization had just dawned on her.

Bulbul, oblivious to Tanya’s reaction, was watching Krishiv as he spoke on the phone, standing at the balcony. Tanya turned her attention back to Bulbul, who was still sitting on the couch.

“I get to know what happened to your mumma.” Tanya said, her tone serious.

“What?” Bulbul looked at her in confusion, still playing with her toy in hand.

“She loves him.” Tanya said slowly, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Bulbul’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Love... ye kya hai? Preeti nani ne bataya tha, but mujhe bhul gaya.” she said, pouting as she tried to recall what she had heard from her grandmother.

Tanya laughed lightly but continued explaining, trying to make it simpler. “Arre... matlab, jaise you like him na, she also likes him. I mean... it’s complicated.” Tanya said with a wink, nudging Bulbul to understand.

Bulbul tilted her head, processing the new information. “Comp... kya?” she asked, still not fully grasping the complexity of the situation.

Tanya sighed and ruffled her hair gently. “Leave it! Tell me, does he also like her?” Tanya asked, leaning in a little closer, trying to get to the bottom of things.

Bulbul paused for a moment, before jumping up excitedly. “I don’t know... puch ke aati hun!” she declared with the same innocent enthusiasm that was so characteristic of her. She was about to dart away, but Tanya quickly grabbed her hand.

“Oyye pagal! Aise nahi puchte!” Tanya said, her tone stern but affectionate. She pulled Bulbul back towards her, not willing to let her go running off to interrogate Krishiv.

Krishiv and Bulbul stood in the garden. Bulbul was lost in her thoughts, her brows furrowed as she stared at the ground, seemingly caught in the whirlwind of her own young mind. Krishiv, noticing her silence, leaned against the railing of the garden, a playful smirk on his face as he watched her.

"Oye, sar phat jayega itna sochogi toh," Krishiv said, tapping her lightly on the head to snap her out of her trance.

Bulbul blinked, startled, before looking up at him. "I am confused," she admitted, her voice small but serious.

Krishiv raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Mai kisliye hun yahan? Tell me," he teased, his tone light but with a sense of caring hidden beneath.

Bulbul hesitated, unsure of how to phrase her question, then spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "What is love?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Krishiv chuckled at her bluntness, but his amusement quickly turned to concern. "Oyyee!! Ye kya chal raha hai?? Bulbul, ye koi age nahi hai tumhari ye sab karne ki... Kon hai wo?" he asked, clearly trying to make sense of what was going on in her head.

Bulbul waved her hand dismissively. "Alle, wo nahi… I am just curious. Batao na," she insisted, looking up at him expectantly.

Krishiv sighed dramatically, rubbing his chin as he thought about how to answer her. "Umm... love is..." he paused, looking for the right words, "Matlb... how to tell you... love means to want to be with a person hamesha... Jaise you love your mumma, na? And you want to be with her always," he explained gently, trying to simplify the complex emotion.

Bulbul’s eyes widened, and she nodded slowly as the realization dawned on her. "That means mumma wants to live with him hamesha... Matlab, he will be my father also..." she thought to herself, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Krishiv, noticing the change in her expression, asked, "Ho gaya doubt clear?"

"Haan, thank youuuu!" Bulbul said, her voice bright with excitement. She jumped up and down, her earlier confusion replaced by a newfound sense of understanding.

Krishiv couldn't help but smile at her innocence. "Waah, Saumya Dixit is so happy... Kya hua?" he asked, teasing her playfully.

Bulbul’s grin faltered slightly as she looked up at him with a confused expression. "Why are you calling me Saumya?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

Krishiv chuckled and shrugged. "Because that's your name, na," he said casually, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"No... call me Bulbul only," she said, her tone firm, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Krishiv raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Ohh... Par agar tum na chaho toh..." he trailed off, looking at her mischievously.

"Tum na chaho toh?" Bulbul echoed, tilting her head in confusion.

"Toh bhi, I will call you Bulbul. Forever," Krishiv said, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gave her a teasing smile.

Bulbul thought about this for a moment, then grinned widely. "Accha, kab tak?" she asked, her tone playful.

Krishiv paused, pretending to think deeply, tapping his chin as though considering the possibilities. "Umm... when you will be married and come to me with your kids, then also I will call you Bulbul and tell them that you are nakchadi," he said, reaching forward to gently pull her nose with affection.

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By the time nightfall came, Amrit’s mind was racing. She had tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. He hadn’t returned until late in the evening, and when he finally walked through the door, Amrit immediately stood up, a wave of relief rushing through her. But that relief quickly turned into worry when she saw how exhausted he looked, his expression distant, like he hadn’t slept or eaten properly all day.

“Akshat!” Amrit said softly, stepping toward him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so distant today. Is everything okay at college?”

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, before responding curtly. “There’s some tension at college. Nothing to worry about.” He avoided her gaze and walked past her, heading toward the bedroom without another word.

Amrit’s heart dropped, and she followed him, her mind spinning with questions.

She hesitated, her heart aching at the sight of him, so distant, so closed off. “Akshat, please,” she whispered. “Talk to me. You’ve been so quiet all day. You’re not the same…”

But he didn’t respond. He was already settled in bed, his face turned away from her, as if he didn’t want to talk. “Amrit, I need to work tonight,” he said, his voice low, his words almost empty. “You should sleep.”

Amrit’s heart ached. She couldn’t understand why he was so distant. She had shared everything with him, given him her heart. And yet, he seemed so far away now. She stared at him for a moment, before softly whispering, “I can’t sleep without you… not like this.”

He didn’t turn toward her, but she could feel his discomfort in the silence that followed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he sighed, his voice thick with something unspoken. “I know, but right now… I need to work.”

Amrit’s eyes welled up with unshed tears, her heart breaking at the thought of him pulling away. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll try.”

She lay down beside him, facing the ceiling, the distance between them feeling impossibly wide. She wanted to hold him, to tell him everything would be okay, but she couldn’t. Not when he was like this, distant, lost in whatever battle he was fighting within himself.

And so, in the quiet of the night, they both lay there, two souls in the same bed, but worlds apart.

The night was quiet, the city lights twinkling softly along the shore of Marine Drive as Akshat drove aimlessly. The steering wheel felt cold under his grip, and his mind was far from the present. He could hear the waves crashing against the rocks below, but even their soothing rhythm couldn’t quiet the storm brewing inside him. He parked the car by the edge of the promenade and got out, the chill of the evening air biting at his skin.

The word had only ever brought him pain. His parents’ love marriage had been a façade, a mask that hid years of turmoil. He grew up watching them fight, seeing the tension between them and the toxic environment that followed. His mother’s constant affairs, his father’s rage—his brother and he, nothing more than collateral damage in the chaos of their lives. Love, to him, had always felt like a curse, a trap that led to nothing but hurt.

When he had tried to love someone, when he had opened his heart to Kritika, it ended in humiliation. She cheated on him, made him feel worthless, discarded. And now, with Amrit, the woman he knew was everything he ever wanted, he couldn’t bring himself to return her love. He hated himself for it. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her, of disappointing her. She deserved someone who could love her back, someone whole. But here he was, broken by the past, unable to even acknowledge the love she had for him.

He leaned against the railing, his thoughts spiraling, when suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the silence.

“Arre Singhania… itni raat mein yahan?” the voice called, and Akshat turned, forcing a smile to his lips as he recognized the figure walking toward him.

“Hello, Vaibhav uncle,” Akshat replied, trying to mask the turmoil inside him with a weak smile.

Vaibhav chuckled, his eyes twinkling with knowing mischief. “Yahan itni raat mein? Matlab kuch toh serious baat hai.” He clapped Akshat on the back and sat beside him on the bench.

Akshat glanced at him, his thoughts distracted. “Not really,” he muttered, hoping the conversation would stay light.

Vaibhav raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Amrit se jhagda hua hai kya?” he asked, his tone more serious now, and Akshat’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened, panic creeping in.

“K… kya? Mujhse… kyun jhagda hoga?” he stammered, caught off guard by the question.

Vaibhav let out a deep laugh, shaking his head. “Chokra, don’t lie to me… I know everything. Your wife told me everything. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” He gave Akshat a wink, but Akshat was still reeling, his mind racing with the realization that Amrit had confided in someone else.

Vaibhav’s expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Akshat’s shoulder. “One thing you need to understand, Akshat… she loves you so much.” He looked at him earnestly.

The cool breeze continued to swirl around Akshat as he sat in silence, his mind a maze of conflicting emotions. He glanced at the city lights, but they felt distant, as if they belonged to a world he didn’t quite belong to. The conversation with Vaibhav had left him unsettled, but a part of him felt a flicker of hope deep within. It was that small hope that encouraged him to speak, to admit everything that had been weighing on him.

He turned to Vaibhav, his voice low and filled with vulnerability. “The problem is… I’m afraid, Vaibhav uncle. I’m afraid of love. I’ve seen what it can do, and I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially Amrit. She deserves better than me, and I just…” He trailed off, unable to put the depth of his feelings into words. His fists clenched in frustration, as if trying to physically hold back his fears. “I don’t know how to love her without destroying everything.”

Vaibhav sat quietly for a moment, his gaze steady on Akshat. Finally, he spoke, his tone calm and reassuring. “Akshat, I want to ask you something. Did you ever ride a bicycle when you were a kid?”

Akshat blinked, surprised by the sudden change in topic. “What? Of course, I did. So many times.”

Vaibhav smiled knowingly. “So, when you first learned to ride, did you ever fall off the bicycle?”

Akshat frowned at the question. “Yeah, a lot. I fell down countless times.”

“And then?” Vaibhav prodded gently.

Akshat’s eyes narrowed, confused by where the conversation was going. “I got up every time. I didn’t stop. I kept riding until I got the hang of it.”

Vaibhav nodded thoughtfully. “Exactly. And did you ever think that falling meant you could never ride a bicycle again?”

Akshat shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “No, of course not. I just kept going.”

“Right,” Vaibhav said, leaning forward slightly, as though this simple analogy held the key to something much bigger. “That’s the thing, Akshat. You’re afraid of falling, right? But falling from the bicycle didn’t stop you from learning. It didn’t stop you from riding. It didn’t make you abandon the whole idea of cycling, did it?”

Akshat’s frown deepened as he listened carefully to the comparison, the pieces beginning to click in his mind. “No, I guess it didn’t.”

Vaibhav’s voice grew softer but firmer, like a steady anchor. “Love is exactly like that, Akshat. You’ll fall. You’ll stumble. It’s inevitable. But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. You don’t stop learning how to love just because it’s difficult. You don’t abandon the idea of love just because there’s a risk of getting hurt. It’s all part of the journey.”

Akshat’s breath caught as Vaibhav’s words sunk in deeper, like a balm to his heart. For the first time, he could see love in a different light—not as something to fear, but as something to embrace, no matter the falls.

Vaibhav continued, his voice softening even more. “I’m not saying you have to love Amrit right away, Akshat. You don’t need to rush. Take your time. But you have to let go of that fear of falling. Just like you did with the bicycle. You kept riding, even when you fell, because you trusted that you would get better. Love works the same way. Let go of the fear in your heart, and give yourself the chance to learn. To grow.”

A smile spread across his face, the first genuine smile in what felt like ages. “Now I get it,” Akshat said softly, his voice filled with newfound clarity.

Akshat’s heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. He looked at Vaibhav, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, Vaibhav uncle. I think I needed to hear that.”

The night air was cool, and Akshat felt lighter than he had in a long time as he stood beside Vaibhav. The man’s words had resonated deeply with him, and for the first time, he didn’t feel entirely afraid of the word "love." Still, there was a lot to process, and he knew the journey ahead wouldn't be easy.

Vaibhav gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, a smile tugging at his lips. "Chalo ghar jao, she must be worried about you," he said with a playful nudge.

Akshat, his mind still processing the conversation, nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, you're right."

They stood in silence for a moment, before Akshat turned to look around. "Where's your car?" he asked, realizing Vaibhav had walked to meet him.

Vaibhav, without missing a beat, grinned. "I came walking… you know, I need to maintain my fitness na?" he said with a wink.

Akshat chuckled softly. "I’ll drop you home."

Vaibhav raised a hand quickly, shaking his head. "Arre, nahi. My house is in the opposite direction," he replied, as if it were obvious.

Before Akshat could respond, another car pulled up, its headlights cutting through the dark. The window rolled down, and a familiar face appeared. It was Krishiv, looking as confident as ever.

"Akshat, Mr. Rathore? Aap dono sath me kya kar rahe iss time?" Krishiv called out, his voice light and casual.

"We were just talking… returning back only," Vaibhav replied, his tone nonchalant, as if there was nothing unusual about the late-night meeting.

Krishiv smiled and nodded. "Chaliye, I’ll drop you home. Hamara ghar same direction mein hai."

Vaibhav, with his ever-present easygoing nature, agreed. "Haan, I have to take your lift now, because my wife must have been so angry right now. Chalo chokra, see you... and keep that in your mind what I told." He gave Akshat a final glance, his words laced with meaning, and then climbed into the car.

Akshat smiled, giving a subtle nod in return, appreciating Vaibhav’s wisdom and the brief exchange. With a final wave, he turned to walk toward his own car. Krishiv started the engine, and the two cars began moving in tandem. The quiet hum of the engine filled the air for a moment before Krishiv spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Kuch serious baat hai?" Krishiv asked, his curiosity piqued by the conversation he had overheard.

Vaibhav chuckled softly as he settled in the passenger seat. "Kind of… we were talking about love. Being his friend, you must be knowing what he feels about love. Toh ussi baare mein bata raha tha," he said, a knowing glint in his eye.

Krishiv raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the road. "Akshat aur love?? Strange!! But he should have asked me… I am also experienced about love," he said, his voice teasing, though there was a tinge of sincerity beneath the playful tone.

Vaibhav, with a curious glint in his eyes, glanced at Krishiv. "Ohh?? How?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement and interest.

Krishiv smirked slightly, then leaned back into his seat, arms crossed. "I also had a girlfriend, na?" he said casually, as if talking about the weather.

Vaibhav, already intrigued, raised an eyebrow. "Had?? Abhi kya hua?" he asked, pushing for more information.

"We broke up... we were not compatible enough, I guess," Krishiv said with a shrug, a nonchalant tone masking any underlying frustration or regret.

Vaibhav leaned forward, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Toh you let her go? Ab kya?" he probed further.

Krishiv glanced out the window, his thoughts drifting for a moment. "Ab kya? She’s getting married," he replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as if trying to mask the bitterness beneath.

Vaibhav looked at him, not buying the nonchalant attitude. "So now, don't say that you are experienced in love," he teased, shaking his head.

Krishiv turned his gaze back to Vaibhav, his tone defensive but calm. "Kyun?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Vaibhav chuckled softly. "Because, jahan tak ham dekh sakte hain, you never have been in love," he said, his voice carrying a touch of wisdom.

Krishiv was taken aback, a frown creasing his forehead. "Kaise?? My feelings were genuine at that time," he countered, his voice tinged with slight frustration.

Vaibhav sighed, shaking his head slowly. "They might have been... I’m not talking about feelings, I’m talking about love," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Those feelings would’ve turned into love if you had given it time. Just like a seed needs to be nurtured to become a strong tree, feelings need to be nurtured to become love, which lasts forever."

Krishiv was quiet for a moment, reflecting on Vaibhav’s words. His gaze became distant, as if searching for some understanding in the darkness outside. "But my feelings were growing, but uske pehle hi she told me that she fell out of love and she loves someone else… and… leave it," he said, trailing off, his voice faltering for the first time.

Vaibhav nodded knowingly. "That's the point, na?" he said, his voice steady but firm. "Before you could fall in love, she left you. And then how could your feelings have grown? So, that proves that you never really fell in love yet." Vaibhav paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. "Do you ever feel jealous seeing her with that boy she came with? Or do you feel heartbroken now that she’s going to marry someone else?"

Krishiv’s expression remained unreadable for a few moments as he processed Vaibhav's question. He shook his head firmly, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "Not at all,”

"Dekho, love is a strong feeling," he began, his eyes briefly meeting Krishiv’s as he spoke. "You feel like you can do everything to make them smile. If they laugh, your life sounds melodious. Kitna bhi bura din ho, you just need to see her face and you will be the happiest person in life. So ab marry that person for whom you feel all these things."

Krishiv listened intently, the depth of Vaibhav’s words hitting him in a way that hadn’t quite registered before. He sat there, processing the simple yet profound idea. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he thought for a moment, breaking the seriousness of the conversation.

"Kya hua?" Vaibhav asked, noticing Krishiv’s reaction.

Krishiv leaned back in his seat, laughing lightly. "If according to your definition of love and marriage, I would end up in jail," he said, shaking his head with a playful grin.

Vaibhav raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. "Kyun?" he asked, amused.

"I was kidding," Krishiv replied with a grin, his voice light. "Actually, it’s more of a platonic kind of love… And I feel everything you said, but with her... My Bulbul," he said, his voice softening as he spoke fondly of the 5-year-old girl who had become such a big part of his life. "She’s a number one dadi amma! Always lecturing me, but still so caring, aur nakhre toh pucho hi mat... Nakchadi si hai," Krishiv added, chuckling to himself as he thought about her antics.

Vaibhav listened, a knowing smile on his face. "Tumme sun ke hame bhi ab beti ki kami mehsoos hone lagi," he said, the affection in his voice clear. He glanced at Krishiv, who was smiling at the thought of Bulbul, feeling a warmth in his chest.

As they approached Vaibhav’s mansion, the conversation seemed to come to a natural pause. The lights of the grand house illuminated the road, signaling the end of their ride. Vaibhav patted Krishiv on the shoulder, his voice light but genuine. "Alright, it was nice talking to you, chokre," he said, his words carrying a sense of camaraderie. "Good night."

"Same here, good night," Krishiv replied, his tone matching the warmth of the moment.

Vaibhav paused, as if he had one more thing to add. "Accha, listen..." he began, turning back to face Krishiv, his mischievous grin returning. Krishiv glanced at him, his curiosity piqued.

"There’s an idea you can be with her always," Vaibhav said with a wink.

Krishiv looked at him, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Kya?" he asked, clearly not sure what Vaibhav was getting at.

Vaibhav’s grin widened, his voice teasing. "Marry her mother, if she’s single," he said with a playful wink before opening the car door.

Krishiv was left speechless, staring after Vaibhav, who was already walking away with a chuckle. "Shadi… Bulbul ki mummy se!! Kuch bhi bolte hain, ye bhi," Krishiv muttered to himself, shaking his head in amusement as he watched Vaibhav disappear into his mansion.

The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle light across the room. Akshat stood still for a moment, his eyes falling on Amrit, who lay peacefully asleep on the bed. The faint rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was the only sound in the room, and her serene expression filled him with a quiet sense of peace. His gaze lingered on her, his heart heavy with the weight of the conversation he had earlier. Vaibhav’s words echoed in his mind, urging him to let go of his fears, to open himself up to love, to embrace what he had with Amrit.

He took a slow, deep breath and carefully removed his shoes, not wanting to disturb her rest. As he slid into bed beside her, he remained still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlpool of emotions. He wanted to be the man Amrit deserved, to give her everything she had given him and more. Yet, his fears held him back.

Akshat slowly turned his head to face her, his eyes softening as he gazed at her sleeping face. A deep sense of guilt washed over him. He had been conflicted for so long, afraid of repeating the toxic patterns of love he had witnessed growing up. But he knew, deep down, that Amrit was not like that. She was kind, patient, and everything he needed to heal.

Leaning in slightly, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to break the peaceful silence. "If I hurt you while being conflicted with my fears... you deserve everything, Amrit. And I will give you everything."

He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing, his voice full of vulnerability. "You deserve love, and I will try my best to get rid of my fears and love you. Just give me some time... will you?"

Amrit shifted slightly in her sleep, her hand instinctively moving towards him. In the quiet darkness, she wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him closer without fully waking. Her touch was gentle, comforting, and it made his heart swell with affection. He smiled, the tension in his chest easing as he held her in his arms. He tenderly caressed her hair, his fingers softly tracing the strands as he whispered again, "I’m sorry, Amrit... I’m so sorry."

The warmth of her embrace, the safety she offered him, was all he needed in that moment. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he held her close, his fears slowly fading, replaced by a growing determination to love her the way she deserved.

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Next morning, The sun shone warmly as everyone sat comfortably in the garden area, engaging in light conversations. Amrit and Vidya were giggling at a shared joke, while Kavya kept an eye on little Bulbul, who played with her toys. The atmosphere was calm until Vihaan appeared in the distance, dragging someone by the hand. His face was stern, his movements hurried.

“Ye kaun hai, Vihaan beta?” Shekhar asked, straightening up on the bench.

“Ye to Nikhil hai!” Preeti exclaimed, standing abruptly.

The name struck like thunder. Amrit and Vidya, who were engrossed in their chat, froze. Amrit’s hands trembled as she lifted her phone, unlocking the gallery to find the photo she had once shown everyone—her "imaginary" husband, Nikhil. Her breath hitched. The face in the photo matched the man Vihaan had brought.

Amrit shot up from her seat, her face pale with disbelief. Vidya stood beside her, equally shocked.

“Amrit, chaliye. Aapke ghar chalte hain,” Vihaan said, his voice laced with urgency.

Without much argument, everyone headed to Amrit’s apartment.

Inside, tension thickened the air. Preeti’s brows furrowed as she looked at Vihaan. “Ye kya ho raha hai? Aur ye Nikhil kahan mila?”

Vihaan ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “Main aaj Singhania Industries ki Indore branch gaya tha. Jaisa Amrit ne bataya tha ki ye wahin kaam karta hai. Wahi pe mila mujhe.”

He hesitated before continuing. “Aur mujhe samajh nahi aa raha kaise bataun... Amrit, please khud ko sambhalna, par maine isse wahan kisi aur ladki ko gale lagate dekha.”

The revelation was a shockwave. Gasps echoed. Amrit and Vidya, however, looked more shaken about the impossibility of the situation than the alleged cheating.

“Tabhi mujhe laga tha itna bhi kya kaam jo tum kabhi dikhte bhi nahi the!” Preeti spat, glaring at Nikhil.

“Tujhe sharam nahi aati? Bechari se shadi ki, aur phir yeh sab! Tum jaise logon ko toh chaurahe pe khada karke maarna chahiye!” Kavya exclaimed angrily, her hands on her hips.

Bulbul, her innocent eyes wide, stood quietly, observing the chaos.

“Beta, gate lock kar lena,” Kavya told Bulbul, who obediently nodded and left.

Nikhil stepped forward, his eyes pleading as he looked at Amrit. “Amru, mujhe nahi pata yeh log kya samajh rahe hain. Main kabse poore raaste Vihaan sir ko samjhata aa raha hoon! Wo ladki meri behen hai, tumhari nanad—Latika. Tum hi sabko batao. You know how much I love you. Mai tumhe cheat kyun karunga?”

Amrit’s eyes narrowed, confusion etched on her face. Vidya whispered, “Ye pagal hai kya? Aise kyun bol raha hai?”

Amrit thought, “Yeh jhooth kyun bol raha hai?”

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Everyone turned toward the sound. Akshat entered through the back door, his face startled to see the gathering.

“Akshat? Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?” Vishakha asked suspiciously.

“Wo... wo... aap sabki awaz sun ke samajh gaya tha ki sab yahin honge,” Akshat said, fumbling with his words.

“Peeche ke gate se kyun aaye?” Vikram questioned, his tone sharp.

Akshat stammered, “M... Mausaji... wo...”

Before he could say more, Bulbul piped up, “Dadu, main lekar aayi thi AK uncle ko.”

Kavya frowned. “Front door se kyun nahi laaye?”

Bulbul shrugged innocently. “Mumma, main abhi dekha to maine uncle ko bola yahin se chalte hain.”

Akshat sighed in relief, muttering under his breath, “Thank God.” He smiled at Bulbul and pinched her cheek lightly.

“Aao, Akshat, inse milo,” Vedant said, motioning toward Nikhil.

Akshat’s gaze fell on Nikhil, standing too close to Amrit. “Ye kaun hai?” he asked, his tone casual.

“Ye hai Nikhil,” Nandini said pointedly.

Akshat raised an eyebrow. “Oh, hello Nikhil.”

“Amrit ka pati,” Anika added.

“Oh... hello Amrit ka pa…” First he said without realising but just then sudden realisation hits him “kya? Kaun???” Akshat’s eyes widened, his voice rising in disbelief.

“Haan, Amrit ka pati. Isne tumne photo dikhayi thi, yaad nahi?” Vedant asked.

“P… par… aise kaise?” Akshat stammered, unable to process the situation.

“Tu itne confidence se kaise keh sakta hai ki ye nahi hai?” Vedant challenged.

“W… par ye kaise possible hai?” Akshat mumbled, glancing at Amrit, who looked equally confused.

“Kamaal hai! Akshat, Amrit ke dost ho, aur tumne uske husband ki photo bhi nahi dekhi?” Krishiv thought.

The confusion lingered as Vihaan repeated his earlier statement. “Amrit ne bataya tha na ki Indore branch me kaam karta hai. Ye wahi mila mujhe.”

Nikhil turned to Amrit again. “Amrit, batao na sabko mai tumhe cheat nahi kar raha hoon. Tum jaanti ho na?”

“H… haan,” Amrit said hesitantly. “Wo inki behan hai… Latika.”

The group sat down to sort the confusion. Nikhil leaned back, a smug smile on his face. “Sir, mujhe acha laga ki aap sab Amrit ki itni care karte hain. Thank you.”

Akshat clenched his jaw, his fist tightening at the word meri wife leaving Nikhil’s mouth.

“Haan, Amrit hai hi itni pyaari,” Preeti chimed in.

Nikhil turned to Akshat. “Waise, aap kaun?”

Preeti quickly answered, “Ye Akshat hai, mera bhanja. Aur haan, Amrit ke professor hain.”

“Oh, hello Akshat sir. I hope meri wife ache se man laga kar padh rahi hai,” Nikhil said with a forced smile.

Akshat returned a strained smile, glaring at him. “Meri wife? Saale, overacting ka bhandaar,” he thought furiously.

“Chalo bhai pati patni ko akela chhor do ab.” Preeti said her tone was laced with teasing.

As the group got up to leave, Vishakha noticed Akshat still sitting. “Tu kyun baitha hai?”

“Aap sabne hi toh kaha,” Akshat replied, almost petulantly.

“Hamne pati-patni ko akela chhorne ko kaha. Tu uska pati hai kya? Chal!” Vishakha scolded him lightly.

Akshat stood reluctantly. “Haan, chal raha hoon.”

As the door closed behind them, Akshat turned to glance at Amrit and Nikhil, his jaw tight and eyes dark with restrained emotion.

As everyone left, Amrit turned to Nikhil angrily, her eyes blazing with fury. She marched up to him and grabbed his collar, her irritation evident.

"Tumne jhooth kyun bola? Mai tumhari patni nahi hun....pagal hai kya tu....aur kya bola yahan rahega? Yahan dikh mat jaana, varna nashte mein kutte ki boti khila dungi," Amrit said, her voice laced with anger, gripping Nikhil's collar tightly. Her eyes were fiery with frustration.

"Arre, listen to me!" Nikhil stammered, trying to wriggle out of her grip.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Akshat entered the room. He closed the door behind him with a swift motion and walked straight towards Nikhil. Without wasting a moment, he grabbed Nikhil’s collar too, his anger evident in every word.

"Sale, tujhe sharam nahi aayi?" Akshat barked, his tone dangerous. "Why did you lie?"

Nikhil looked at him, his face contorting with confusion. "How did you know? And who are you? Why are you overreacting?" he retorted, still struggling in both Amrit and Akshat’s grips.

Akshat’s grip on Nikhil tightened. "Mai uska pati hoon!" he said firmly, pointing at Amrit. "Ab bol jhoothe kahin ke!"

Nikhil’s eyes widened in shock. "Par aap to iske professor hain," he said, baffled by the sudden revelation. "Aap aur Amrit..."

Akshat cut him off sharply, "Kyunki professor apni student se shaadi nahi kar sakta kya? Kya constitution mein likha hai aisa koi rule?" He stared at Nikhil, challenging him to say another word.

Amrit turned towards Nikhil, her voice growing colder. "Bata, jhooth kyun bola?" she demanded, her tone authoritative.

Nikhil sighed in frustration, finally breaking free from the tension. "Ek toh madad ki, upar se mujhe hi maar jaa rahe dono log... Aur tumhe meri hi photo milti thi dikhane ke liye?" he snapped, his patience running thin.

Amrit raised an eyebrow. "Par tumhe pata kaise chala? Aur jhooth kyun kaha tumne?"

Nikhil shifted uncomfortably. "Vihaan sir meri baat sunne ko taiyar hi nahi the... phir jab maine dekha tum phas rahi ho, toh maine bas tumhari help karne ke liye kaha. Agar main mana kar deta, toh kya karti tum?" His tone softened, regret seeping into his voice.

Akshat stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Par tum yahan rehne ke liye maane kyun?" he asked, suspicion still clear in his voice.

Nikhil hesitated for a moment before speaking, his words coming out slowly, as though he was unburdening himself. "Pehle maine socha tha ki main iski help kar ke chala jaunga, phir nahi aunga. Phir ye apna dekh legi kaise manage karna hai apne jhooth ko... Par phir Vihaan sir ne extra salary offer ki... meri financial condition thik nahi thi, mere papa nahi hain aur maa jabse beemar hui thi, tabse job choot gayi thi unki... tabse main kaise bhi karke manage kar raha tha... Yahan jada achi salary mili, isliye maine aisa bola. Jaise hi main saare bills pay kar ke yahan se chala jaunga, par please tab tak mujhe yahan rehne do," Nikhil pleaded, his voice breaking with emotion. "Amrit, maine tumhari help ki, tum itni choti si help nahi kar sakti kya meri?"

Akshat and Amrit exchanged a glance. Amrit whispered softly, "Ye to emotional kar raha hai."

Akshat sighed, his expression softening slightly but still cautious. "Ok, fine," he said, looking at Nikhil. "Par remember, wo raha dusra room. Chup chap wahan pade rehna. Hum itne jaldi trust nahi kar sakte hain tumpe... Don't mind, but it's normal human nature ki kisi bhi stranger par aise trust nahi karna chahiye. Hope you understand."

Nikhil nodded, relieved but still nervous.

Akshat added, "Aur haan, jab Amrit college jayegi, ussi time ya uske pehle tum job pe jaana. Aur mai aur Amrit jab ghar aayenge, tab tum ghar aaoge, uske pehle nahi. I am sorry agar tumhe bura laga toh."

Nikhil, though feeling humiliated, nodded solemnly. "Haan sir, I understand. Aur aapki jagah mai hota toh mai bhi yahi karta."

Amrit glanced at Akshat, who gave her a curt nod. She exhaled a sigh of relief. "

Thik hai," she said quietly, "But remember, trust doesn’t come easy."

With that, she turned and walked toward the other room, leaving Akshat to handle Nikhil.

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