हो, तोहरा साजन आयो तोहरे देस

बदली बदरा, बदला सावन

बदला जग ने भेस रे

तोहरा साजन आयो तोहरे देस

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Author Pov

"Aree bhaiya, I told you, we needed pink and white roses only. Why did you only use pink, and we needed a combination on the stage." Ayesha exclaimed, her frustration evident.

She then glanced at her younger cousin brother struggling to attach pearls, sighing, "Offo, give it to me, Duggu."

Snatching the decorative plate adorned with rings from her little brother, who smiled nervously, Ayesha's glare intensified as he accidentally broke a pearl. He quickly fled, sensing her disapproval.

"Beta, you're still not ready?" Parul, Ayesha's mother, asked, disappointment evident in her tone.

"Everyone has arrived. How would it look if people see you dressed like this, as if the groom's sister is wandering around in such clothes?" she added, eyeing Ayesha's outfit disapprovingly.

Ayesha glanced down at her yellow crop top and black jeans, smiling sheepishly. "Okay, okay, I'm going," she said, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Wait," her mother interjected. "Hmm?" Ayesha replied. "Here, take these rose petals and give them to Anshu," her mother instructed, referring to another cousin sister. "Why?" Ayesha asked, slightly confused.

Her mother lightly smacked her head. "Oww," Ayesha winced. "For throwing them on the guests when they enter," her mother clarified. "Now go quickly."

Author Pov Ended

Ayesha's Pov

As I hurried back to my room, lost in my thoughts, I collided with someone, sending the plate of rose petals flying into the air. Panic surged through me as I teetered on the edge of falling.

"No, no, mummy please bacha lo," I chanted inwardly, bracing for the impact. But it never came.

"Wait, abhi tak main niche giri nahi?" I wondered, my eyes still shut tight in anticipation. Then, I felt a pair of cold hands on my bare stomach, and I cautiously opened my eyes.

To my astonishment, I found myself staring into a pair of hazel eyes, their intensity piercing through me. It was him. Vihaan Sing- No Mr.Akdu.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice breaking through the haze of confusion and embarrassment that clouded my mind.

I could feel my cheeks flush as I struggled to find my voice. "Uh, haan, I'm fine," I stammered, my heart pounding erratically. But why was I suddenly feeling so hot?

I gazed at him, taken aback by his sudden appearance, feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks. Why was I feeling so flustered all of a sudden?

His touch lingered as he carefully removed the stray petals from my hair, his gaze holding mine captive. I couldn't help but notice every detail of his face-the intensity of his eyes, the sharpness of his jawline, the hint of a beard framing his lips.

Realizing I had been staring, I shook myself out of my daze, feeling a surge of frustration at my own reaction. "Aap kabhi dekhar kyu nahi chalte?" I snapped, my words tinged with anger.

"Jii?" he responded, confusion evident in his voice, his gaze searching mine for understanding.

Frustration welled up inside me as I pleaded, "Ji ji krna band kariye aur choriye Hume." The irritation evident in my tone.

But he, with a smirk playing on his lips, tightened his grip around my waist.

Oh, how I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. "Soch lijiye," he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

"Ji soch liya choriye hu-" Before I could finish my sentence, I found myself on the ground, my back protesting with pain.

"Awww, meri kamarr," I winced, feeling defeated.

He shrugged his shoulders and was about to leave but I hear a voice.

"Vihaan!" Someone shouted. I looked at the direction and found dadi ji. Wow, I smiled inwardly.

"Dadi ji," I said, fake crying. "Aree Mera bacha uth ja," she said, helping me to get up. Then she looked at him who looked at me.

Ab toh yai akdu gye, I thought.

"Vihaan, apko humne yeh toh nhi sikhaya ki kisi ladki ko jb madat chahiye toh usse app ignore karke chle jaye?Yai kaisa behaviour hai?" She scolded him while I looked down, controlling my laughter.

"It's okay dadi ji. Some people are like that only," I said, looking at him while he glared at me "Dekhiye dekhiye kaise ghoor rhe hai yai Hume," I said getting dramatically scared, coming closer to dadi ji's side and hugging her.

"Dekho toh kaise bche ko dara rha hai," dadi ji said. "But dadi-" he said but was soon cut off by dadi ji.

"Chup kr aur chl mere sath," she said, dragging him. "Aur beta jao app, Mai kisi ko bhejti hu dawa lekar .She said and left dragging him.I can still hear her scolding him."Heheh acha hua" I thought.

Time skip

Feeling overwhelmed and a bit flustered, I let out a sigh of frustration as I faced my reflection in the mirror. "Ik toh yeh chain nahi lag rahe upar se call per call aaye ja rhe hai " I muttered to myself, struggling to zip up my lehenga blouse.

The incessant ringing of my phone added to my stress, each call demanding my attention. Deciding to deal with it later, I hastily draped my dupatta over my shoulders. "Abhi ke liye dupatta daal leti hun," I thought, a hint of resignation in my voice.

With a plan to seek help later, I left the room, carrying a mix of annoyance and determination.

As I leave the room, a voice called out, "Aree didi, ruko!" I paused and glanced back to find Anshu hurrying towards me, a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Kya hua?" I asked, wondering what could be so urgent.

"Yeh lo," Anshu said, handing me a phone.

"Tere phone ka mai kya karungi?I asked raising an eyebrow mischievously.

"Aree, mera phone nahi. Darsh ka phone hai," Anshu clarified with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Darsh ka phone tere pass kya kar raha hai?" I asked teasingly, unable to resist poking fun.

"Eww, don't," Anshu exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "He's so annoying. He left his phone in Manisha Bhabhi's room, and she told me to give it to him. But mujhe mummy bula rahi hai kuch kaam se, toh aap de aao," she explained hurriedly, already turning to leave.

"Wait, Acha sun, room number toh bata," I called after her, stopping her in her tracks.

"205," she replied quickly, rushing off to attend to her mother's call.

"Itna bhi kya jaldi hai isko," I muttered to myself, shaking my head in amusement at her haste.

But as she disappeared, a sinking feeling washed over me as I realized I had forgotten to ask her to zip my blouse.

"Oh no, main zip lagwana toh bhool hi gayi usse," I groaned, facepalming in frustration at my forgetfulness.

As I walked towards Darsh's room, the weight of anticipation heavy in my chest, I repeated "205, 205" under my breath, a mantra against forgetfulness. Reaching his door, I knocked twice, the sound echoing in the hallway.

Silence greeted me, and frustration began to simmer beneath my skin. Knocking again, I muttered irritably, "Kya kar raha hai yeh ladka?"

Still met with no response, I turned the doorknob with a sense of annoyance, the door swinging open to reveal the empty room. "Darsh?" I called out, my voice tinged with impatience. "Darsh, where are you?"

But before I could voice my irritation further, a creaking sound pierced the silence, and the bathroom door slowly swung open, revealing him standing there. However, as I turned to face him, a sight so unexpected and terrifying met my eyes that I couldn't help but scream, my hands flying to cover my eyes in horror.

Ayesha's Pov Ended

Author Pov

"Aap adh nange kyu ghum rhe hai?" Ayesha exclaimed, her hands instinctively covering her eyes.

"Ji, maine towel lapeta hua hai aur apko sharam nhi aarhe kisi ke room Mai bina knock kiye chale aate ho? huh?" Vihaan retorted defensively.

"Maine knock kiya tha aur mai sirf Darsh ko uska phone dene aaye the," Ayesha replied angrily, storming towards him, frustration evident in my voice.

"Acha ji, mere room Mai Darsh ko phone dene aaye the aap?" Vihaan asked, his tone amused, clearly finding the situation entertaining.

"Don't you think aap abhi Mera fayda utha rhe hai? Mere itne karib aakr," Vihaan taunted, taking small steps towards her, causing Ayesha to retreat until she hit the dressing table.

"Ya-Yai aap kya kr rhe hai?" Ayesha's voice trembled with fear as she moved back, her anxiety growing.

Suddenly, Vihaan trapped her against the dressing table, his hands on either side of her face on the mirror, leaving Ayesha feeling cornered and vulnerable.

Author Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov

As I pinned her to the table, I couldn't help but gaze at her, taking in every detail of her breathtaking beauty in that pink lehenga, her hair cascading around her shoulders, and the gentle jingle of her earrings with each movement. Her minimal makeup only enhanced her natural allure, and those pink, pouty lips beckoned me, but I quickly shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Before I could dwell further, a knock at the door interrupted us, revealing my brother Darsh.

"Bhai, bhai, darwaza kholo!" he shouted, breaking the trance. Suddenly, she pushed me, causing me to lose my balance, and she started murmuring, "Ab Mai kya karu?"

"Kya karu mtlb kya?" I echoed, regaining my composure. "Main darwaza khol deta hun," I said, moving to open the door, but she grabbed my hand.

"Yai toh mujhe pta hai ki aap Gadhe hai lekin itna bada wale Ullu bhi honge yai nhi pta tha. Aapne kapre nhi pehne," she said, her frustration evident.

"Per apne toh pehne hai na," I retorted playfully, enjoying her banter.

"Aap mujhe abhi pareshan krna band kijiye aur btaye Mai kaha chupu?" she demanded, her tone exasperated.

I smirked, enjoying the moment of playful tension between us. "Kyun na yahin chup jaye?"I said pointing towards my chest playfully.

But her playful retaliation was unexpected as she hit me. "Ouch," I exclaimed, surprised by her strength despite her petite frame.

"Hide there."I suggested, pointing towards the bathroom. She swiftly ran and locked herself in. As I opened the door, irritation evident, He smiled mischievously.

"Mere room mai maasi aur unki saputri aagye hai aur mujhe washroom use karna hai toh hto side aap," he said, pushing me aside. My eyes widened in disbelief. "No!" I protested.

He looked at me, puzzled. "Mera mtlb mujhe nahane jana hai," I clarified, feeling flustered

"But Bhai, aapko dekh kr toh lg rha hai ki aap naha kr aaye ho," he remarked, perplexed. "Per mujhe phirse nahana hai," I insisted nervously.

"Thik hai, mere jane ka baad naha lena. Waise bhi abhi time hai," he said, attempting to move towards the bathroom.

I grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Nhi, mujhe abhi jana hai toh ruk ja tu," I said anxiously.

He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Bhai, apne movies ki tarah apne bathroom mai kisi ladki ko toh chupa kar nahi rakha na?" he teased.

"Shut up, ," I said and glared at him and took his phone from the table and thrusting his phone back into his hand before darting towards the bathroom.

"My phone? Why? My phone is with you?" he questioned, his confusion palpable.

"Umm... someone gave it to me, saying to give it to you," I lied, my nerves betraying me.

As I entered the bathroom, a sudden splash of water caught me off guard, soaking me instantly.

"Aap itne bewakoof kaise ho skte hai," she chided, splashing more water on me. My frustration surged, but I tried to keep my temper in check, reminding myself silently, "Don't lose your temper, Vihaan," as I faced her.

She seemed poised to douse me again when I grabbed her hand firmly.

Shaant rahengi aap?" I demanded, my voice tinged with anger. She recoiled momentarily, surprised by my assertiveness, but quickly regained her composure.

Do you have your phone?" I asked, and she nodded. "Call Darsh," I instructed.

"Wo toh bahar he hai na toh phir kyu call Karu Mai?" she questioned.

Irritated, I shot her an annoyed look. "Call him and ask him to be in the hall that you have some work with him," I reiterated.

She shot me a look in return and remarked, "Bs dekhne Mai he buddhu hai aap asal Mai thoda thoda dimag hai apke pass."

Ignoring her comment, I dialed Darsh's number in her phone and as soon as he picked up the phone I heard him saying. "Hello Beautiful Lady How can I help you?, overhearing his flirtatious greeting.

My irritation flared at his words, wondering why I felt so angry hearing him flirt.

After a few minutes she cut the phone and I peeked through the door to find the room empty. "Ab aap ja skte hai," I said to her, but before she could leave, I called out her name.

"Ayesha," I said, catching her attention. She turned back, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

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I forget to add Ayesha's Outfit in last chapter so here it is..and I know ki yai pink colour Mai nhi hai but if possible imagine it in pink colour 😅





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दिल खो गया, हो गया किसी का..,

अब रास्ता मिल गया, ख़ुशी का..

आँखों में है ख्वाब सा, किसी का..

अब रास्ता मिल गया, ख़ुशी का..

रिश्ता नया रब्बा,

दिल छू रहा है, खींचे मुझे कोई डोर, तेरी ओर..

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Author Pov

Ayesha's teasing tone danced through the room as she adjusted her brother's collar, sensing his bubbling excitement. "Toh bhaiya excited?" she asked with a playful grin.

Her brother's nerves were palpable as he met her gaze. "Quite nervous," he admitted, his voice tinged with anticipation.

"Awww, my brother is getting nervous?" Ayesha teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Don't worry, all your nervousness will vanish once you meet bhabhi."

"Chalo chalo, jaldi chalo," their mother chimed in as she entered the room, a smile lighting up her face.

As soon as She look at Aryan she walked towards him and gently applied kajal under his ears, while saying "Hayye, nazar na lage mere ladle ko."

"Meri bachi ko Mt bhulo uske bhi Nazar utaar do ," Ayesha's father interjected, joining them.

"Jb iss nalayak ladki se koi shaadi karega then I'll remove her evil eye too," she joked, tapping his forehead lightly.

"Papaa!" Ayesha protested, feigning offense, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Enough teasing now,let's stop," Dhirendra, Ayesha's father, intervened.

"Go check on your bhabhi beta , and make sure she's comfortable ," he instructed Ayesha.

"Ha Ha , you guys are driving me crazy since morning with all these engagement preparations, and then yai kaam bhi Mujhse he krwao," Ayesha complained, pulling up her lehenga to walk towards the door, muttering to herself.

"Ha toh bhabhi bhi toh Teri he hai" Aryan said smirking.

Meanwhile

In Manisha's room

"Didii," Shruti whined, her eyes pleading as she looked at her elder sister.

"I've been telling bhaiya to listen, but he's just not," Manisha replied, her shoulders slumping in frustration.

In Manisha's room, all the siblings, including Vihaan, were gathered, voicing their complaints about Vihaan's outfit for the engagement.

"Bhai, it's engagement, not a business meeting. Why are you wearing a this?" Darsh exclaimed, making a weird face at Vihaan's choice.

Meanwhile, Vihaan remained immersed in his phone, typing away, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

Manisha stood up,m frustration evident on her face, and walked over to her brother. With determination, she snatched his phone from his hand, causing Vihaan to finally look up at her.

"It's my special day, Vihaan Bhai. Why don't you wear something traditional?" she pleaded.

Vihaan hesitated, "The kurta mom brought is in pink," he explained. "And I don't want to wear traditional. You know I feel uncomfortable in it, right?"

"And besides, it's your engagement, kiddo," Vihaan added, gently caressing her head.

With a sigh, Vihaan announced, "Now I'm going. I have some work." He started walking towards the door, but as soon as he opened it, he bumped into someone.

Ayesha winced in pain, rubbing her forehead. "Ouch," she muttered, looking up to see Vihaan standing there. "Apko dikhta nhi kya jb dekho tb mujhse tkra jate hai?" she said, frustration evident in her voice. "Ab chaliye hatiye mere samne se."

Vihaan moved aside silently, letting her pass. From behind, Darsh and Shruti exchanged amused glances, while Manisha looked shocked at her brother's lack of response to Ayesha.

"Wow, Di, you're looking so beautiful," Shruti exclaimed, admiring Ayesha. Ayesha smiled warmly and glanced at Manisha.

"Hayye bhabhi, aise toh aap bhaiya ke jaan hi le loge," she teased, putting her hand dramatically over her chest. Manisha blushed at the compliment, her cheeks reddening.

Author Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov

As I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door, I could feel my cousin and sister's disapproving glares burning into my back. "Why do I need to get ready?" I grumbled inwardly, confidence wavering under their scrutiny.

Determined to ignore their judgment, I pushed the door open, only to collide with someone unexpectedly.

My heart skipped a beat as I glanced down to find her standing there, her presence sending my pulse into a frenzy.

Confusion mingled with nervousness as I struggled to comprehend my own reaction to her.

She shot me an annoyed look, cheeks slightly flushed, and muttered something that sounded like a request to move aside.

Feeling flustered, I quickly stepped aside to let her pass, the encounter leaving me bewildered and unsettled.

As she entered, I couldn't shake the strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. With a sigh, I closed the door , trying to push aside the thoughts of her that lingered in my mind.

Suddenly my phone screen flashed with someone I looked at the caller ID annoyingly, wondering why this idiot was calling me now. Krish My one and only annoying bestfriend.Total opposite of my personality.

I muttered under my breath and picked up my phone only to be deafened by his shouting voice, "Bhaii!! Tereko pta hai Aaj Maine usse dekhaa."

"Kise dekha?" I asked.

"Teri hone wali bhabhi ko, kamine," he exclaimed.

"Oh, nice! Kitni aur baaki hai?" I asked, knowing he likes every raah chalti ladki.

"Chup kr ja, saale! Issbar schi wala pyaar hogya hai mujhe," he declared.

"Oh, oh! Good, good," I replied.

"Thik hai, abhi Mai baad mai call karta hu, bas yahi btana tha ab mujhe tu disturb Mt karna aur jaan ne ke liye," he instructed.

"Ok, bye Brother! Umaahh," He said, and

cut the call.

Just then, I look at my father looking quite nervous. I reassured him about Aryan, "Dad, everything is gonna be fine. Aryan is a good guy, don't worry too much."

"I know, but how can I?" he replied, the worry evident in his voice.

"She is getting engaged just now, not married. We still have a few months for her marriage, Dad," I reminded him.

"I know, just think about it, just a few months to spend with my princess," he said, his emotions slipping through his attempt to stay composed.

Vihaan Pov Ended

Time skip

At corridor

Ayesha's pov

As I carried the rings from my mother's room to the hall, my heart fluttered with anticipation. But before I could reach the destination, a throat cleared behind me, and I turned to find him standing there.

"Kya hai?" I asked, puzzled by his interruption.

He shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can you call my mother from this room? Actually, many ladies are inside, and I am not comfortable," he explained, his tone tinged with embarrassment.

Without thinking, I shook my head. "No," I replied curtly, and began to walk away.

"Heyy," he exclaimed, his irritation evident. "I'm just asking you to call my mother."

I gave him a strained smile and said, "And I'm busy just," before glancing at his outfit. "Aur apko bhabhi ke engagement ke liye ready nahi hona kya? 10 min mai ring ceremony start ho jayegi, aur agar aap ready nahi hue toh bhabhi hala gulla macha dengi."

His face contorted into a frown. "I'm already ready," he retorted, gesturing to his outfit.

I raised an eyebrow, examining his white shirt and blue pants. "Waiter ho kya aap?" I teased. "Ji?"

Confusion clouded his expression.

"You're going to wear this in your sister's engagement?Office ki meeting thodi hai apki behn ka engagement hai..Wo dialogue nahi suna kya apne? Lucknow da kurta, Pathani salwar ... tab lage mard, varna lage bekaar!" I quipped.

"Waise filhaal apke pass Lucknow ka kurta toh hai nahi, toh kuch traditional he pehn lijiye."

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him to contemplate his attire choices for the engagement ceremony.

Ayesha's Pov Ended

Time skip

At Hall

Author Pov

As Vihaan entered the hall, exuding an aura of charm and confidence in his handsome pink kurta, every eye turned in hisdirection.

He moved with the grace of a Greek god, his presence commanding attention and admiration from everyone around him. The girls couldn't help but drool over him, mesmerized by his effortless style and charisma.

His outfit 😘



Amidst his magnetic presence, Vihaan took a call, his cousin Darsh and others gathering around him curiously.

Darsh couldn't resist teasing, "Ohoo Bhai, achanak yeh badlav kaise? Hm hm..?" His playful tone elicited giggles from Shruti, who playfully nudged Vihaan's hand, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Finally, Manisha didi ne jo bola tha, how come bhaiya not agree?"

She chimed in, echoing the sentiments of the group. Vihaan simply grinned, his expression hinting at a secret known only to him, adding an air of intrigue to the playful banter.

Amidst the chatter, Vihaan's gaze wandered, searching for someone special. Lost in his thoughts, he listened intently until a sweet, melodious voice broke through the noise. "Namaste," it greeted, drawing his attention.

Turning towards the voice, Vihaan's eyes met Ayesha's, who was busy welcoming guests and capturing memories with her camera. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, thinking she hadn't noticed him yet.

Shaking his head, he redirected his focus, walking towards his father to assist him in the Puja, determined to make the most of the celebration despite his unspoken longing.

As Vihaan walked away, Ayesha's gaze lingered on him, a whirlwind of emotions stirring within her.

She couldn't help but wonder why she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the sight of him. Was it possible that he had actually worn this outfit because of her suggestion?

Glancing at him once more, she noticed the synchronicity of their attire - his pink kurta complementing her pink lehenga perfectly. A smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head in amusement, realizing the coincidence.

With a soft chuckle, she busied herself once more, capturing candid moments and greeting guests, her heart dancing with the subtle connection she felt with Vihaan, even amidst the bustling celebration.

As the pandit ji began the Puja for the ring ceremony, chanting mantras that filled the air with a sacred aura, Aryan and Rutvendra sat facing each other, their hearts filled with anticipation and joy.

With each mantra, they performed the Puja with reverence and devotion, their minds focused on the auspicious occasion ahead.

After a few minutes that felt like eternity, the Puja came to an end, and just then, the bride-to-be made her grand entrance. The music swelled, announcing her arrival, and all eyes turned towards her, captivated by her radiant beauty.

Amidst the admiring whispers of the guests, Aryan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotions. His smile widened uncontrollably, and tears of happiness welled up in his eyes, betraying the flood of emotions within him.

It was a moment he had long awaited, a moment that marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

His reaction didn't go unnoticed, and soon, the room echoed with collective "awws" as everyone witnessed the sincerity of his love and the depth of his emotions. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered love, etched in the hearts of all who bore witness.

As Aryan gently held Manisha's hand, guiding her with care and tenderness as she ascended the stage, the warmth of their touch spoke volumes of their love and support for each other. With each step, their hearts beat in unison, brimming with excitement and anticipation.

As they reached the stage, their eyes met, conveying a thousand unspoken words of love and devotion. With trembling hands, they exchanged rings, sealing their bond in a moment of pure magic. The room erupted into applause, the sound of joy and celebration filling the air as friends and family cheered on the newlyweds.

In that moment, amidst the clapping and cheers, Aryan and Manisha shared a glance filled with promises of a lifetime together, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness. It was a moment they would cherish forever, a symbol of their eternal love and commitment to each other.

As the Ring ceremony concluded, the air was filled with a sense of joy and celebration. Ayesha, amidst the bustling crowd, made her way towards the food area, her stomach grumbling nervously.

However, at every step, she was intercepted by someone calling her name, asking about her well-being or assigning her tasks. She nervously bit her lip, trying to suppress her hunger.

Unbeknownst to her, someone was observing her every move. Just as he tried to avert his gaze, a voice cut through the chatter, "So, is this the reason for so much change?" It was Dev, his eyebrows wiggling mischievously.

"Bhai, Bhai, tell me honestly, do you like Ayesha di?" Darsh whispered eagerly to his brother, Vihaan.

Vihaan shot him a glare and said "Shut up. Don't talk nonsense, and leave before I embarrass you in front of your crush, Anshu."

Darsh was taken aback, "What? How do you know?"

"I'm your elder brother, Darsh. I know everything about you," Vihaan smirked. "Now, go away."

With that, Darsh retreated, leaving Vihaan to ponder the unexpected interrogation.

Author Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov

As Darsh left, I turned around to catch one last glimpse of her, but she had disappeared into the crowd."Where is she?" I muttered, my heart pounding with worry.

Then, a strange realization hit me. Why was I so preoccupied with her sudden departure?

"Wait, why am I even thinking about her?" I questioned myself, bewildered by the intensity of my emotions.

Suddenly, a memory flooded back to me, vivid and clear. It was the moment in my room when I called out to her, the raw vulnerability in her eyes as she responded to me. That connection we shared echoed in my mind, leaving me both exhilarated and unnerved.

Flashback.

As Ayesha turned around, her gaze met mine, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. My heart pounded, and I hesitated, struggling to convey what I wanted to say. "Woo, you... your back," I stuttered, my words faltering.

Frustration bubbled within me as I scolded myself silently. "What the hell, why am I stuttering?" I berated myself, feeling the pressure of the moment.

"Jaldi kahiye mujhe Jana hai," Ayesha urged, impatience evident in her voice. I rushed to explain, stumbling over my words. "Woh, apke piche... apki dress... chain," I managed to say, my discomfort palpable.

I watched as embarrassment washed over Ayesha's face, her cheeks reddening in response to my awkwardness. She glanced around, avoiding my gaze, and muttered a quick "I-I'm going, thanks for telling me."

But before she could leave, I couldn't let her go like that. "Aap aise he jayenge?" I blurted out, stopping her in her tracks. She turned to look at me, her expression mirroring the surprise from before.

"Wait," I said, reaching for a towel and holding it out to her. "Cover your back with this. It might be uncomfortable for you," I explained softly. She nodded gratefully, taking the towel from me before hurrying to the door and slipping away.

Flashback Ended

(App logo ko kya lga?Kuch romantic scene hoga ??🤭)

"Yai kya hogya hai mujhe," I whispered to myself, grappling with the unfamiliar sensations swirling inside me. It was as if her presence had ignited something within me, something I couldn't quite comprehend but couldn't ignore either.

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आज दिल शायराना, शायराना

शायराना, शायराना, शायराना लगता है

बिगड़ा हुआ दिल, सँभलना जाने ना

आज दिल शायराना, शायराना

शायराना, शायराना, शायराना लगता है

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Ayesha's Pov

Two weeks had flown by since my brother's engagement, yet every moment seemed to be consumed by the relentless whirlwind of wedding preparations.

As I sat amidst a sea of files, designs, and endless to-do lists, a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

"If only I had known the sheer amount of effort my brother's wedding would demand, perhaps I would have hesitated before agreeing to take on this monumental task," I lamented quietly to myself.

Just then, a soft knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. "Yes, come in," I responded, hoping for a brief respite from the chaos.

Ajit, my colleague, entered the room, his presence a reminder of yet another obligation demanding my attention.

"Everything is ready. We can go and check the interior of Mr. Rajput's company," he informed me.

As I prepared to leave, a sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. Mr. Akdu, the notoriously difficult client, would likely be present.

The mere thought of facing his confrontational demeanor sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, no," I muttered to myself, "What if he decides to pick another fight with me? He's so infuriatingly stubborn...and yet, undeniably handsome."

Shaking my head to dispel the distracting thoughts, I scolded myself inwardly, "What the hell are you thinking, Ayesha?"

Time skip

As I entered his building, the clatter and commotion around me barely registered. I was engrossed in my call with Shristi, who was effusing about her latest crush.

"Oh my God, he looks so amazing! And you won't believe what happened," Shristi's voice bubbled through the phone.

"He gently held my hand to help me get up after I embarrassed myself by falling down. And he even said he likes my cafe! Like seriously, he likes it! That means he will come again. Hayye, mai mar jawa!" she exclaimed dramatically.

"Behn, abhi meeting mai ja rahi hoon," I whispered, trying to cut her off gently. "I'll call you back later, okay?"

"Mam, this way," Ajit, my secretary, interjected just in time. I realized I was heading in the wrong direction and felt a flush of embarrassment.

"Thanks, Ajit," I mumbled, adjusting my path to follow him. Ajit was trailing behind his secretary Aastha, and I followed suit.

We reached the elevator, and Aastha pressed the button for our floor. I glanced at her, admiring her calm demeanor and professional poise.

Meanwhile, Shristi was still chattering in my ear, her voice a mix of excitement and dreamy delight.

"He said he likes my cafe! Can you believe it? That means he'll come again!" Shristi continued, her excitement infectious but a bit overwhelming at the moment.

"That's great news" I murmured absentmindedly, my mind split between her excitement and the upcoming meeting.

The elevator dinged softly, signaling our arrival. "I have to go now, baad mai baat krte hai," I said quickly, ending the call as the doors slid open. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the day ahead.

As I entered his cabin, the warm, inviting scent of sandalwood enveloped me. "My, my, I love this smell," I thought to myself, feeling a bit more at ease.

"Mam, please sit here. Sir will be here in a few minutes," Aastha said, gesturing towards a plush couch.

I nodded and took a seat on the nearby couch, feeling the soft cushions beneath me. Ajit stood beside me, ever the diligent secretary.

"You can sit too, Ajit," I offered, trying to make him comfortable.

"No, it's okay," he replied with a polite smile, maintaining his professional stance.

I appreciated his dedication but couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious, sitting alone while he stood.

The room was tastefully decorated, the sandalwood aroma mingling with the faint rustle of papers and the distant hum of office activity.

The wait felt simultaneously brief and eternal as my thoughts wandered, the scent of sandalwood grounding me in the present.

As he entered, I stood in respect, feeling a surge of anticipation. He gestured gracefully and said, "Please sit, Miss Malhotra."

I took a seat, my heart racing. "I think you have already thought about how you want the interiors, right?" he asked, his tone professional but curious.

"Yes, I have," I replied confidently. "But I want to personally see the place."

"Of course. My assistant will guide you," he responded, a hint of relief in his voice.

"No, I want you to show me the building," I insisted, my voice firm.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my request. I smirked inwardly, feeling a sense of triumph. My plan was working; he would get annoyed soon.

"Oh, toh aap chahte hai ki mai apko tour du?" he said, his tone now slightly edged with irritation.

"Ji," I replied calmly, meeting his gaze directly.

Ayesha Pov ended

Author Pov

"Fine," Vihaan said with a hint of resignation. "I will give you the tour of that building. I think we should leave right now?"

Ayesha looked at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Okay, but before that, I'm hungry," she said with a mischievous smile.

Vihaan choked on air, coughing slightly in surprise. "You're hungry?" he asked incredulously.

"Business aside, Ab toh mai bhi apke family ke hogye hu na toh, I can afford to be a little informal, right?" Ayesha replied playfully.

"I haven't had breakfast yet. Can you order something for me? Especially chai," she added, her tone light but determined.

Ajit shook his head at Ayesha's antics, while Aastha couldn't help but giggle at the exchange between Vihaan and Ayesha.

Vihaan sighed, the weight of the day visible in his eyes, and asked, "Toh aap kya khana chahti hai?"

Ayesha's face lit up with excitement. "Chole bhature... gulab jamun and salad and butter chicken. Oh, oh, biryani too."

Vihaan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused smile. "Aap itna kuch kha sakti hai?"

"Ji," Ayesha replied confidently, nodding her head.

Vihaan glanced at Ajit, who simply nodded in agreement, a knowing smile on his face. He was well aware of Ayesha's seemingly boundless appetite and her stomach's incredible ability to digest anything.

"Okh, Aastha," Vihaan said, turning to his assistant.

"Yes, sir. I will order everything," Aastha replied promptly, scribbling down the list. She left the room with a slight grin, shaking her head in disbelief at the variety of food that was about to be delivered.

A few minutes later, the food began arriving, dish after dish, filling Vihaan's cabin with tantalizing aromas.

The employees couldn't help but glance at the procession of delectable items being brought in.

"Itna kuch boss akele khayenge kya?" one of the employees whispered, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Nahi, yeh unki girlfriend ke liye hai," another employee replied, smirking.

"Really? I thought our boss is gay," a third employee chimed in, raising an eyebrow.

Aastha, passing by with a final tray of food, overheard their conversation. She stopped and turned to face them, her expression stern.

"I think our company pays you to work, not to gossip about stupid things."

Hearing Aastha's sharp voice, the employees immediately fell silent, their faces flushing with embarrassment.

They quickly turned back to their tasks, the atmosphere shifting from curiosity to focused diligence.

Aastha shook her head slightly and continued into Vihaan's cabin, setting the last dish on the table with a sigh of relief.

Author Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov

I watched her, utterly captivated, as she devoured the food with an enthusiasm that was both endearing and impressive.

She caught me staring and, with a playful grin, offered me a bhatura. "Would you like to have it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

I shook my head. "No, you can have it," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, come on, Vihaan ji. One bite won't hurt," she insisted, her tone teasing yet sincere.

My heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by her cuteness. What is happening to me? I wondered, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

Unable to resist, I took the bhatura from her hand, trying to mask my hesitation, and took a bite.

Aastha, standing nearby, looked at me with surprise and was about to say something. However, she stopped short when she caught my glare.

Knowing all too well my aversion to chole bhature, she wisely kept quiet, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

As I chewed, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of contentment and confusion. Ayesha's joy was infectious, and for a moment, I forgot my own dislikes.

Time skip

I was explaining my vision for the room designs, meticulously showing Ayesha the various categories and color schemes I had in mind.

She listened, nodding occasionally, but I could tell she had her own ideas.

"Why black?" she questioned, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. "I think brown will be good."

"No," I said firmly, sticking to my preference.

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, almost glaring. "I know more than you, Mr. Rajput, so it's better if you let me decide."

I opened my mouth to argue but stopped short, caught off guard by the determination in her expression.

Her confidence was disarming, leaving me momentarily speechless.

A sudden cough broke the tension, and I turned to see Aastha standing nearby. She was watching us with an unreadable expression, and I knew exactly what that meant.

Aastha was my mother's secret agent, always ready to report every detail back to her.

I glanced over at Ajit, who was standing a few feet away. His face was a mask of barely contained frustration, and it looked like he was about to punch Aastha for her blatant eavesdropping. I shook my head slightly.

Taking a deep breath, I refocused on Ayesha.

Time skip

As Ayesha left, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I slumped into my chair, rubbing my temples.

"My, my," I muttered to myself, "I thought it would be fun teasing her by challenging her to design my building's interiors. But here we are-she's the one who's driving me crazy."

I glanced at the sketches and mood boards scattered across my desk, remnants of our intense debate. Her opinions had been so strong, her arguments so well-articulated, that I found myself second-guessing my own choices.

Sighing deeply, I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment. I had underestimated her, thinking I could easily rattle her with my demands and preferences.

Instead, she had turned the tables, and now I was the one feeling off-balance and, strangely, more engaged than ever.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed Aastha watching me with a knowing look. She gave a small, sympathetic smile, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Looks like you met your match, boss," She said, shaking her head.

"Yeah," I admitted, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips. "I guess I did."

As I arrived home, I was greeted by a familiar chaotic scene.

Darsh was in the midst of getting thoroughly beaten by his sisters, Shruti and Manisha. The commotion was loud, and I could hear their voices echoing through the hallway.

"What happened?" I asked, stepping into the room. My voice cut through the noise, and both Manisha and Shruti paused, looking up at me with wide eyes.

Manisha was the first to speak, her voice a mix of frustration and amusement. "Darsh thought it would be funny to hide my phone and her project files right before the deadline!"

Shruti chimed in, equally exasperated, "We've been searching for hours! I almost missed the submission because of his stupid prank."

Darsh, looking thoroughly chastised and nursing a couple of light bruises, muttered, "I was just joking. I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

I sighed, shaking my head at the typical sibling antics. "Alright, that's enough.

Darsh, apologize to your sisters and help them find those files.

Aur tum dono" I added, turning to Shruti and Manisha, "try not to kill him. He's learned his lesson."

The tension in the room eased slightly as Darsh mumbled an apology, and the girls reluctantly accepted it.

As they all started to search for the missing things together, I couldn't help but smile at the familiar chaos that defined our household.

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तौबा तुम्हारे ये इशारे

हम तो दीवाने हैं

तुम्हारे राज ये कैसे

खोल रही हो तुम आँखों से बोल रही हो

जादू आते हैं तुम को सारे तौबा ...

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Ayesha Pov

As we navigated through the bustling shopping mall, the excitement of the wedding preparations filled the air.

Our family was on a mission to find the perfect outfit for the bride, my beloved Bhabhi.

The mall was crowded, with everyone split into different groups, each engrossed in their tasks.

My mother, Suman Aunty, and Mamta Aunty were deep in conversation, probably discussing the latest fashion trends or the best fabrics for sarees.

A few more relatives from both sides had joined them, their voices a harmonious blend of excitement and expertise.

My father and Rutvendra Uncle, along with Verendra Uncle, were walking ahead, likely chatting about something important, as men often do when they try to appear involved in shopping excursions.

Meanwhile, I found myself in the company of the twins, Darsh and Shruti.

They were bickering as usual, their voices escalating to a point where I wondered if they might actually hurt each other.

Darsh turned towards me, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Shristi di nahi aaye?" he asked.

"She was busy," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though I missed her presence.

Shruti then pulled me towards her, her grip firm yet gentle. "Di, let's go and find something for ourselves," she suggested, her excitement palpable.

Just then, Shruti's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and answered, "Ji Bhai, kaha ho aap? Oh, thik hai, mai abhi niche aati hu. Di, Vihaan Bhai aaye hai. Mai abhi unhe yaha lekar aati hu. Aap wait karo."

"So, Mr.Akdu has come," I thought to myself, a mixture of amusement and annoyance filling me.

As Shruti left to fetch Vihaan, I turned my attention back to the task at hand-finding the perfect dress.

I sifted through racks of vibrant lehengas and elegant sarees, my fingers brushing against the rich fabrics.

My mother and Aunties were busy selecting sarees for the guests and the bride, my father and uncles dutifully assisting their wives. It was heartwarming to see them so involved.

Timeskip

I looked at him, as usual, was sitting in a corner, engrossed in his phone. "Agar inko baith kar phone hi chalana tha toh wo aaye hi kyu?" I muttered under my breath, feeling a twinge of irritation .

The girl who came with him. Whose name I got to know is Kanak, was busy flipping her hair and checking her reflection in the mirrors, oblivious to the stares she was receiving from our family.

Flashback

As we were busy looking through the outfits, Vihaan ji entered the shop with a girl.

Everyone turned to look at them. I raised an eyebrow at Shruti, silently asking who the girl was.

Shruti rolled her eyes and whispered, "Her name is Kanak .She's so annoying and self-obsessed. She's actually Dadi's friend's granddaughter and she's been after Vihaan Bhai for ages.

"I made a Oh face, observing the girl's overly made-up appearance.

"Does Vihaan ji like her?"

"Eww, no way," Darsh chimed in.

"Bhai doesn't even give her the time of day, but she keeps following him around.

Flashback Ended

I turned my attention back to the racks of lehengas, I picked up a stunning green lehenga and turned to show it to everyone. "How is it?" I asked, holding it up.

"Wow!" Shruti exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with approval.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Vihaan, wondering if he was even paying attention.

To my surprise, I caught him looking at me. For a brief moment, our eyes met, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

Ayesha Pov Ended

Author Pov

Vihaan watched intently as Ayesha proudly displayed the green lehenga for everyone to see. It shimmered under the lights, catching everyone's attention. Shruti was the first to speak up, her eyes wide with admiration.

The room filled with murmurs of approval, each person adding their own compliments.

"Such a lovely color, Ayesha!"

"It will look amazing on you!"

But amidst the enthusiastic responses, Vihaan's face remained unreadable. His eyes met Ayesha's across the room, and she noticed the slight furrow of his brow. She raised her eyebrow at him questioningly.

In response, Vihaan shook his head subtly, a clear sign of disapproval.

Confusion flickered across Ayesha's face as she wondered why he seemed so invested in her choice.

Trying to brush off the momentary hesitation, she looked around the room and declared, "Mujhe nahi pasand aaya, ab yeh."

Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her uncertainty. She placed the lehenga back on the rack, her mind spinning with questions.

Why did Vihaan's opinion matter so much to her? And why did he seem to care?

Just then, Shristi',s voice crackled through Ayesha's phone, "Where are you?"Ayesha replied, "Come to the second floor, near the boutique."

Soon, Shristi joined Ayesha, Anshu, Dugu, Shruti and Darsh.

They decided to explore another shop.

As they walked, Anshu teased, "Tum log ladke humare piche kyun aa rahe ho? Tumhe bhi saree ya lehenga kharidna hai kya?"

Darsh, never missing a beat, replied with a grin, "Nahi, hum toh bas aapke saath rehna chahte hain," his tone dripping with playful flirtation.

Ayesha rolled her eyes, knowing Darsh's flirty banter was all in good fun.

Suddenly, a firm smack landed on Darsh's back.

"Kon hai bai?" Darsh spun around, half-annoyed, half-curious.

"Vihaan bhai?" Darsh exclaimed, surprise evident in his voice. Vihaan raised an eyebrow, his authoritative presence demanding attention.

Meanwhile, Ayesha stood close to Kanak, who was browsing through the fabrics.

"Maa told me to check upon you guys," Vihaan said.

Ayesha crossed her arms and retorted, "Hum bacche thodi hain."

Vihaan's lips curved into amused smirk and said "You sure act like one sometimes."

Shristi chuckled, "Looks like we can't escape."

As they continued shopping, Vihaan kept an observant eye on Ayesha.

Ayesha felt a mix of irritation and something else she couldn't quite name because of Kanak. She caught Kanak staring at her a few times too.

Ayesha went inside to try on a few more lehengas and came back out wearing a vibrant pink one. She twirled slightly, the fabric flowing gracefully around her.

"This one?" she asked, seeking everyone's opinion.

Before anyone could respond, a firm "No" came from Vihaan.

Everyone turned to look at him, curiosity evident in their eyes.

Kanak stepped forward, her tone slightly condescending. "Ayesha, pink doesn't suit you. Vihaan is trying to say that it suits me better."

Ayesha remained composed about her reply. "It's better if you change the dress and give it to me," Kanak insisted.

A pang of hurt was visible on Ayesha's face, not because of Kanak but because of how Vihaan declined her favorite color dress and chose it for Kanak.

Ayesha took a deep breath and replied in a savage tone, "Actually, Kanak, I think it looks perfect on me. Besides, the last time I checked, I didn't need anyone's approval to wear what I like."

Kanak's face reddened with embarrassment. Vihaan looked impressed but didn't show it on his face.

Timeskip

As the shopping frenzy continued, Vihaan found himself in the company of Aryan, Ayesha's elder brother, and a few other relatives.

They were browsing through the racks, picking outfits for various wedding events.

Vihaan couldn't help but steal glances at Ayesha, who was busy helping her father and Aryan, completely ignoring his presence.

The atmosphere was still buzzing with excitement, but there was an underlying tension between Ayesha and Vihaan.

Kanak, after her embarrassing encounter with Ayesha, had disappeared without a trace, leaving the group with an air of awkwardness.

"Yeh wala kaisa hai?" Aryan held up a navy blue sherwani, his eyes scanning the intricate embroidery.

"It's good," Vihaan replied, though his mind was elsewhere. He watched as Ayesha carefully selected a kurta for her father, her attention to detail evident in her choices.

"Ayesha, yeh kaisa lagega Papa par?" Aryan called out to his sister, holding up another outfit.

Ayesha glanced over and smiled, her demeanor warm and affectionate towards her brother. "Nice choice Bhai. Papa is going to love it."

As she turned back to continue her search, Vihaan's gaze followed her, unable to shake the feeling of unease from their earlier interaction.

He felt a mix of admiration and frustration, unable to understand why Ayesha's opinion and actions affected him so deeply.

"Yeh kaisa hai?" Aryan interrupted his thoughts, holding up a black sherwani.

Vihaan nodded absentmindedly, "It's nice." He then decided to take a more active role, hoping to distract himself from his swirling thoughts.

"How about this one for the reception?" He picked up a maroon sherwani with gold detailing, offering it to Aryan.

Aryan examined it thoughtfully. "Yeah, this one looks grand. Thanks, Vihaan."

As the shopping spree drew to a close, the family members began gathering near the entrance of the store.

Ayesha was still engrossed in helping her father, meticulously checking the fits and fabrics. Vihaan stood nearby, his eyes subtly following her every move.

Finally, the shopping bags were packed, and it was time to leave.

The family members started bidding each other goodbye, their voices filled with exhaustion and satisfaction from a productive day.

As everyone prepared to part ways, Vihaan found himself standing a few steps away from Ayesha.

He hesitated, feeling the weight of unsaid words between them. Gathering his courage, he stepped forward.

"Ayesha," he called softly.

She turned to face him, her expression guarded. "Yes, Vihaan ji?"

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I...

Before he could say more. Aryan called out to Ayesha, signaling it was time to leave. She turned to join her family.

As Ayesha walked away, Vihaan's gaze remained fixed on her, a myriad of emotions swirling within him.

He watched as she moved further away, feeling a strange sense of loss mixed with hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to bridge the gap between them.

The group slowly dispersed, each member heading to their respective destinations.

Vihaan lingered for a moment longer, his eyes following Ayesha until she disappeared from view.

With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked towards his car, his thoughts filled with the events of the day and the unresolved feelings he had for Ayesha.

Author Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov [Before the flashback scene and after the flashback scene]

I stood at the corner of the store, pretending to be busy with my phone.

My mind was racing, but I forced myself to focus on the screen. It was only when I saw her, her silhouette shimmering in that blue lehenga, that I felt my resolve crumble. She looked stunning, the color highlighting her elegance and grace.

But as beautiful as she was in blue, a small part of me yearned to see her in pink. Pink suited her so well, made her look like a delicate flower, innocent and pure.

When our eyes met, I instinctively shook my head. She raised an eyebrow in surprise but put the dress back on the rack, muttering that she didn't like it anymore. I knew she did, but I couldn't help it. I just wanted to see her in pink.

The group began to move towards the next store, and I watched her walk away, a small pang of regret tugging at my heart.

"Vihaan, look, how is it?" Kanak's voice broke my reverie.

I didn't respond, lost in my thoughts.

"Vihaan!" she shouted, louder this time.

I finally looked at her, irritation flashing in my eyes, making her pause. Without a word, I turned and walked over to my mother.

"Maa, should I go and check on the youngsters?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She looked at me with an amused smile, clearly seeing through my facade. "Yes, go ahead, Vihaan," she nodded.

I left the store, my pace quickening as I followed the group, my eyes searching for her in the crowd.

As we continued shopping, I kept a close eye on Ayesha. When she came out wearing a vibrant pink lehenga, my heart skipped a beat.

Stop gawking at her , My inner self mocked shut up I said in my mind But my inner voice persisted, Just admit it Vihaan you like her." No!" I think I said it to aloud.

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Ayesha Pov

The cool morning air nipped at my face as I stood at the railway station, stifling a yawn.

My eyes felt heavy, my body craving sleep, but here I was, seeing off my parents and brother. They were heading to Rajasthan for Bhaiya's wedding, taking the train for the sheer joy of the journey. I felt a pang of envy; I was stuck behind with an endless pile of work.

Every relative from both sides was going, naturally-why wouldn't they when my father and brother were footing the bill?

I sighed, "Aastin ke saanp hai sab ke sab."

But it wasn't all bad. I'd join them in two days once I finished my work. At least Shristi was staying back, standing beside me, barely awake. My parents suggested she stay with me because they didn't trust me to be alone.

As I scanned the platform, my gaze landed on Vihaan Ji, dressed impeccably in his office attire, talking animatedly with someone. "Ab kya train mein bhi yeh office-office khelenge kya?" I mused.

Suddenly, Shristi pinched me, whispering something excitedly.

"That guy," she said, pointing toward Vihaan Ji.

"What? Vihaan Ji?" I asked, confused.

"No, not him. The guy next to him," she clarified, her eyes sparkling.

I followed her gaze. "So what?" I asked.

"That's the guy from the café. You know, my crush!" she said, her excitement bubbling over.

I looked again, this time with more interest. The man beside Vihaan Ji was the complete opposite in appearance. While Vihaan Ji looked sharp in his office wear, this guy was in a casual white polo shirt and shorts, exuding a relaxed charm. He was handsome, and Shristi's taste seemed spot-on.

"What is he doing here?" she whispered.

"Wait, let me ask Darsh," I said, determined to find out more, as I noticed Darsh nearby.

As I walked toward Darsh, he noticed me and then my attire. "Di, aap nahi ja rahi kya?" he asked.

"Nahi, kuch dino baad main aa jaungi. Mujhe actually yaha thoda kaam hai," I replied.

He made an "oh" face, and then Shruti appeared, saying, "Vihaan Bhai bhi nahi ja rahe. Unhe bhi thoda kaam hai."

I made an "oh" face and asked Darsh, "Woh... who is beside Vihaan Ji?"

He wiggled his eyebrow in a teasing way before saying, "He is Krish Bhai, Vihaan Bhai's best friend. Aapko pasand hai kya?"

"Nahi, nahi," I replied quickly.

"Ok," he said before turning around and then stopping, "Pasand hai toh bata do."

He ran off, leaving me with widened eyes. I moved my eyes left to right to find that witch, but she was nowhere to be seen. I whispered to Shruti, "Wo chudail nahi aa rahi kya?"

"Nahi Di, you know she was here before you guys reached. When she got to know that Vihaan Bhai nahi ja rahe hain, then suddenly uski tabiyat kharab hogayi."

Suddenly, my mother called, "Ayesha!"

I went to her and saw Suman and Mamata aunty with her. I touched their feet in respect.

"Khush raho," they blessed me.

Then my mother said, "Vihaan is also not going today. It would be good if, instead of coming alone, you and Shristi should join him and go there together."

I was about to reply with an excuse when Aunty called, "Vihaan!"

He looked at me and then at his mother before walking toward us. "Ji, Maa? Kahiye."

His presence seemed to bring a sudden sense of irritation to me now.

"You are also not going today, right? It will be good if Ayesha and Shristi travel with you in two days," she suggested.

He nodded his head. "Of course, Maa. I will take care of them."

I opened my mouth to protest. "No, Aunty, I can't actually. Shristi is also with me. We both can handle it."

"Nahi, mujhe koi pareshani nahi," Shristi said, jumping from behind me.

"But I have to finish some important work," I quickly added, trying to sound convincing.

Vihaan Ji, with his usual straight face, responded, "We can arrange for you to work remotely if necessary. It's no trouble."

"Really, I don't want to inconvenience you, Vihaan Ji," I insisted, hoping he'd relent.

"It's no inconvenience. I'll manage," he replied calmly.

"I might have some late meetings. It would be awkward," I tried again.

"That's fine. I can adjust my schedule," he said without missing a beat.

I sighed inwardly, realizing my excuses were futile. "Alright, if you insist," I finally said, feeling a mix of reluctance and resignation.

"Great," he replied with a slight nod. "We'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

I forced a smile, glancing at Shristi, who was practically beaming.

Timeskip

The aroma of spices filled the apartment as Shristi busily stirred a pot on the stove, her phone wedged between her shoulder and ear.

The smell made my stomach grumble, but I focused on the sketches and designs spread out in front of me. He had asked me to work on a new interior layout, and I was determined to get it just right, despite my frustration with him.

"Main kahan ki baat kar rahi hoon, aur tu kahan jaa rahi hai!" Shristi's voice echoed in the kitchen as she argued with her little sister over the phone.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated, and then noticed me entering the kitchen with my laptop.

I sat beside her, feeling the warmth of the stove. "Ban gaya khana?" I asked, hoping for a distraction from the overwhelming amount of work.

She glanced at me, slightly irritated but mostly amused. "Hogaya kaam?" she shot back.

I sighed heavily. "Nahi," I admitted.

"Mera bhi nahi," she replied, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the pot.

"Tu tere Vihaan Ji se puch le, usse yeh design kaisa laga," she suggested.

I couldn't help but make a face at the mention of his name.

"He is not my Vihaan Ji. Un akdu ka Bas chale toh pura design mujhse firse banwa de," I said, my frustration evident in my voice.

"Don't you remember how he put tricks and made me agree to do his company's interior designing in that meeting? Ajit was shocked too at how I agreed."

Shristi laughed.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and grudging respect. "Gussa unki naam per rehta hai

Shristi shrugged, still smiling. "Unka style hai, tu tension mat le.

I sighed again, glancing at the designs. "

Shristi reached over and patted my hand reassuringly. "Tu karle, he'll appreciate it in his own way."

I nodded, knowing she was right but still feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Bas, kabhi kabhi lagta hai sab kuch perfect karna impossible hai."

Shristi's phone rang again, and she looked at it with exasperation before silencing it. "Pehle yeh kaam khatam kar lein, phir tujhe ek chocolate treat zaroori hai."

I smiled at that. "Deal."

As we continued to work in the kitchen, the frustration began to ease. There was something comforting about having Shristi there, even if our tasks were different. Her presence made the weight of His perfectionism a little more bearable.

Ayesha Pov Ended

Vihaan Pov

The kitchen was filled with the sizzling sounds and rich aromas of dinner being prepared. I was at the stove, stirring a pot while trying to keep my focus amidst the chaos.

In the living room, Krish was engrossed in his game, the volume turned up way too high.

"Chup kar ja, Bhai! Kitna shor macha raha hai," I said, my frustration clear. "Make dinner first."He shouted back barely looking up from his game, so I grabbed the spatula and tossed it in his direction.

"First you came here without informing me and now you're telling me you're going with me to Rajasthan day after tomorrow. Tune toh kaha tha tu direct wedding ke din aayega na."

Krish paused his game and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"Plans change, and someone special is coming too, that's why."

My mind immediately drifted to Ayesha. "Kon?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He smirked, "Mai nahi bataunga."

I rolled my eyes and threatened, "Tell me, or you don't want dinner?"

"Arey, wo Ayesh-" he started, but before he could finish, I shouted, "Ayesha??? Ayesha kyu Bhai? Tere se kitni choti hai. Teri beti ki umr ki hogi wo."

Krish burst out laughing. "Chup kar ja, saale. Ayesha's friend who was there with her. I was talking about her. Btw, why are you so tensed mentioning Ayesha?? Hmm hmm?"

I felt my cheeks heat up but tried to play it cool. "I'm not tense. Just surprised."

Krish continued to tease, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Surprised, huh? Ya kuch aur?"

"Bas kar, Krish," I muttered, focusing back on the food.

He finally put down his game controller and came over to help.

"Relax, Bhai. It's all good. And who knows, maybe you'll end up thanking me for this."

I rolled my eyes again but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto my face. Despite the annoyance, there was a part of me that was curious and maybe even a little excited about what was to come.

As Krish started chopping vegetables, he glanced at me. "By the way, you make sure the dinner is extra special tonight. I have a feeling we'll need the energy for all the fun in Rajasthan."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"That's why you love me," he replied with a wink.

I sighed but felt a bit lighter. No matter how exasperating he could be, Krish always had a way of making things interesting.

Timeskip

After dinner, the apartment was finally quiet. Krish had fallen asleep on the couch, his video game controller still in his hand.

The dim light from the kitchen cast a soft glow over the living room. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of the day's events.

I cleaned up the kitchen, my thoughts drifting back to Ayesha. Her name seemed to echo in my mind, unsettling me.

Why had I reacted so strongly when Krish mentioned her? I tried to shake off the thoughts, but they clung to me stubbornly.

As I walked past Krish, sprawled out and snoring lightly, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at how easily he could fall asleep without a care in the world. I settled into the armchair nearby, glancing at the sketches and designs Ayesha had sent over earlier.

They were impressive, as always.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice Krish stir awake. He squinted at me through the darkness. "Vihaan, kya soch raha hai?"

I shook my head, trying to sound casual. "Kuch nahi, designs dekh raha tha."

Krish chuckled, sitting up and stretching. "Ayesha, right? You've been thinking about her since dinner."

I felt my face flush. "Nonsense, Krish. It's just work."

He grinned, clearly not convinced. "If you say so, Bhai. But it wouldn't hurt to admit you like her."

I glared at him, but there was no real heat in it. "Go back to sleep, Krish."

He laughed, lying back down and pulling a blanket over himself. "Goodnight, Vihaan. Sweet dreams about... designs."

I rolled my eyes, but his teasing words lingered in my mind. As I settled back into the armchair, I found myself looking forward to the discussion with Ayesha tomorrow, more than I cared to admit.

The silence of the night amplified my thoughts, making me confront feelings I had been trying to ignore.

The realization was both unsettling and oddly comforting, hinting at possibilities I wasn't sure I was ready to explore.

Vihaan Pov Ended

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