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होठों पे ठहर जा
मैं ख्वाब ख्वाब सा तेरी~
आंखों में जागूं रे
तू इश्क इश्क सा मेरे ~
रूह में आके बस जा

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Author Pov

Finally, the moment arrived. Aryan, dressed in his magnificent sherwani, climbed into the elaborately decorated Rath.

The chariot was a sight to behold, adorned with fresh flowers and shimmering silk that fluttered in the gentle breeze.

His heart pounded with anticipation as the chariot began its slow journey towards the entrance of the estate.

Beside him, Ayesha beamed with excitement, her eyes shining with joy. "It's time, bhaiya. Are you ready?" she asked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Aryan took a deep breath, his nerves steadying. "Yes, Ayesha. I'm ready."

As the Rath approached the grand entrance, Aryan's parents, along with a retinue of relatives and close friends, gathered to welcome him.

The air was electric with anticipation, and the rhythmic beat of the dhol drums grew louder, resonating through the grounds.

The scene was one of vibrant colors and joyous celebration. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, lined the path, cheering and clapping as the Rath came to a halt.

The atmosphere was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the chatter of excited voices.

As Aryan stepped down gracefully from the chariot, his presence commanded attention. He looked every bit the regal groom, his demeanor exuding confidence and charm.

He was accompanied by his parents, both beaming with pride, and a retinue of relatives and close friends.

Ayesha, trailing behind her brother, was the picture of elegance in her vibrant pink lehenga. Her laughter rang out amidst the festivities, adding to the joyous atmosphere.

On the bride's side, anticipation ran high. Suman stood at the threshold, a vision in her resplendent purple saree. Her heart swelled with emotion as she watched Aryan's grand arrival.

Beside her, Mamta performed the aarti, a ceremonial welcome, with reverence and love.

As Mamta circled the aarti plate, her eyes met Aryan's. She offered a warm smile, though her heart held a mix of emotions.

She couldn't deny the grandeur of the moment, but it also brought a pang of envy. The opulence of Aryan's arrival was a stark contrast to her own modest life.

However, not all hearts were filled with warmth and joy. Meera watched the scene unfold with simmering envy. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the grandeur of the groom's arrival.

She had always felt overshadowed by Aryan's family's wealth and status, and today was no different.

As the aarti concluded, the air was filled once more with the melodious strains of traditional music.

The band struck up the lively tune of "Daamad ji angna mai padhare", signaling the moment for the groom's grand entrance into the wedding venue.

Aryan, surrounded by Manisha's cousins and close friends, was welcomed with exuberant dance and celebration.

Darsh led the dance troupe with effortless charm. His movements were a perfect blend of tradition and modernity, captivating the audience.

Shruti joined in with graceful steps, her smile radiant as she twirled in her ornate purple attire.

The courtyard came alive with the vibrant colors of their costumes, the intricate patterns of their dance, and the joyous rhythm of their steps.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the venue, Manisha watched the festivities unfold through a video call arranged by one of her cousins.

Her heart swelled with love as she saw Aryan's image on the screen. The anticipation of their union filled her with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Across the courtyard, Meera simmered with jealousy as she witnessed the grandeur of Aryan's arrival and the exuberant dance that followed.

She had always harbored resentment towards her brother's family, feeling overshadowed by their wealth and success.

Her gaze lingered on Aryan's parents, their regal demeanor and expensive attire a stark contrast to her own modest appearance.

Turning away from the spectacle, Meera's thoughts turned to her niece, Manisha. She couldn't deny that the match with Aryan was a good one-his family was well-respected, and he himself was a successful professional.

Yet, the bitterness gnawed at her as she compared the splendor of Aryan's wedding to what she perceived.

Vihaan stood on the balcony of the mansion, gazing out at the vibrant scene unfolding below. The estate, with its sprawling gardens and ornate decorations, was alive with activity.

The sound of laughter, music, and chatter filled the air, creating a symphony of celebration that made his heart swell with a mix of emotions.

Today was the day his little sister Manisha was getting married. He had always been the protective older brother, watching over her with a keen eye, and the realization that she was now starting a new chapter in her life filled him with pride and a touch of melancholy.

Memories of their childhood flashed before his eyes-those carefree days of playing in the garden, the countless late-night conversations, and the times he had comforted her when she was down.

He remembered how Manisha had always looked up to him, her eyes full of trust and admiration. It had been his duty to ensure she was always happy and safe.

And now, as she prepared to embark on this new journey with Aryan, Vihaan couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

He had done his best to guide and support her, and seeing her so happy was all he had ever wanted.

Vihaan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of music drifting up from the courtyard.

He leaned over the balcony railing to get a better view and saw a group of his cousins and Aryan's cousins performing energetically.

The vibrant colors of their costumes and the rhythmic beat of the dhol drums added to the festive atmosphere.

Among them, he spotted Ayesha moving with grace and joy. Her vibrant pink lehenga swirled around her as she twirled, her laughter ringing out amidst the festivities. Vihaan watched her, captivated by her energy and enthusiasm.

She was the life of the party, effortlessly drawing everyone into the celebration.

Ayesha had always been a whirlwind of energy and positivity. Vihaan admired her for her ability to light up any room she entered.

Her infectious spirit and genuine warmth made her a beloved figure among family and friends.

Today was no different; she was in her element, ensuring that every moment was filled with joy.

Vihaan's gaze shifted back to them his thoughts returning to Manisha. He imagined her in her bridal attire, looking radiant and beautiful. His heart ached with the thought of letting her go, but he knew this was the natural course of life.

Manisha had found someone who loved her deeply, and that was all he could have asked for.

The sound of the dhol drums grew louder, signaling the arrival of the groom. Vihaan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the emotional moments ahead.

He knew that today was not just about the union of two individuals, but the coming together of two families. It was a day of celebration, love, and new beginnings.

Vihaan stepped back from the balcony and made his way downstairs to join the festivities.

As he walked through the grand hall, he was greeted by family members and friends, their faces alight with excitement. He smiled, exchanging pleasantries and accepting their congratulations.

He spotted Ayesha again, this time taking a brief break from dancing. She was talking animatedly with a group of guests, her eyes sparkling with joy.

The mandap was beautifully adorned with fresh flowers and twinkling lights, creating a serene and sacred atmosphere.

The air was thick with the fragrance of incense and the soft hum of the Vedic chants led by the pandit.

Aryan sat at the center, dressed in a traditional sherwani, with a serious expression etched on his face as he focused on the rituals.

Beside him, Ayesha sat cross-legged, her vibrant lehenga contrasting against the golden hue of the mandap. She observed her brother's tense demeanor, a frown tugging at her lips.

Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, "Achanak se itne serious kyu hogye ho bhaiya?" Her voice was light, attempting to ease the palpable tension.

Aryan sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the sacred fire before him. "I'm stressed," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the chanting.

Ayesha's brows furrowed in concern. "About what?" she asked, her tone softening. She rarely saw her brother so tense, especially on such an important day.

"Aaj meri shaadi hai," Aryan replied, his tone laden with the weight of the moment.

Ayesha nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know," she said, as if stating the obvious. She was trying to keep the conversation light-hearted, hoping to distract him from his worries.

Aryan turned to her, his eyes narrowing with frustration. "Now I will have one more responsibility that is too important," he said, his voice edged with a seriousness that caught Ayesha off guard.

Ayesha blinked, taken aback by his words. "What about me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

There was a vulnerability in her tone, a subtle hint of hurt. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Am I not too important?" She emphasized the words "too important," seeking reassurance from her brother.

Before Aryan could respond, the pandit glanced up, sensing the conversation brewing amidst the rituals.

"Var kripya mantro par dhyan dein," he instructed, gently reminding Aryan to focus on the sacred proceedings.

Aryan shot Ayesha a quick glare, silently urging her to stay quiet. Ayesha offered a sheepish smile, mouthing a silent "sorry" before settling back into her place.

She understood the gravity of the moment, but her brother's words had struck a chord, leaving her with an uneasy feeling.

Just then, their mother called out from a few feet away. "Ayesha."

Ayesha turned her head, "Ha?" she responded, standing up with a slight reluctance. She was reluctant to leave Aryan's side, sensing his unease.

Their mother walked closer, her eyes scanning Ayesha from head to toe.

"Go and check if Manisha is ready or if she needs anything," she instructed. But then, her gaze caught on Ayesha's incomplete jewelry.

"Wait, where is your other earring?" she asked, frowning.

Ayesha's hand flew to her left ear, a look of realization dawning on her face. "Earrings?" she repeated, her voice tinged with panic.

She quickly checked her other ear, finding it bare. "Mummaa, meri earrings!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with horror.

She began looking around frantically, as if the missing piece would suddenly materialize in front of her.

Their mother sighed, exasperated. "Leave the earrings and do the task I gave you first," she insisted, her tone firm and no-nonsense.

There was a note of urgency in her voice, signaling the importance of the task at hand.

Ayesha pouted, still concerned about her missing jewelry. "But earrings?" she asked again, her voice trailing off in a whine.

It was evident that the thought of being incomplete in her attire bothered her.

"Just take off both earrings; it won't make much difference. Now go," her mother said, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She gave Ayesha a gentle push, signaling her to hurry. There was a lot to manage, and everyone had their roles to play.

Ayesha sighed, removing the remaining earring and placing it safely in her pocket. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease.

As she turned to leave the mandap area, she glanced back at Aryan. He was once again engrossed in the rituals, his expression calm but intense.

Ayesha couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for him. The weight of the day was heavy on his shoulders, and she hoped he knew she would always be there to support him, no matter what.

With that thought, she headed towards Manisha's room, ready to check on the bride and ensure everything was perfect for the upcoming nuptials.

The day was far from over, and there were still many moments to navigate, both big and small.

Ayesha steeled herself, determined to fulfill her duties and be the supportive sister her family needed her to be.

As Ayesha made her way towards Manisha's room, she was stopped by Shristi, who was munching on a plate of snacks.

Shristi approached her with a playful grin. "Kaha ja rhe hai?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"Bhabhi ke pass," Ayesha replied, trying to keep her tone casual, though her mind was still preoccupied with the missing earring.

Shristi raised an eyebrow, her expression mischievous. "Tu bhookar mera bhi khyal kr liya kr mai bhi bhook se mar rhi hun,".

Ayesha added, her eyes locked on the plate of snacks in Shristi's hands. Without waiting for a response, Ayesha swiftly snatched the plate away, taking a generous bite of the crispy pakora.

"Main toh kbse dhund rhe the tujhe," Shristi said, feigning innocence as she tried to keep a straight face.

Ayesha shot her a knowing look. "Chl jhuthi, kbse tu Krish bhai ko taar the the. Main sb dekh rhe the," she retorted, her voice dripping with mock accusation.

She had caught Shristi and Krish sneaking glances at each other multiple times throughout the evening, a fact she found both amusing and sweet.

Shristi couldn't help but giggle, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Hehe," she laughed, looking away sheepishly.

It was clear she was caught, and there was no point in denying it.

Just as Ayesha was about to take another bite, Shristi's eyes widened with sudden realization. "Wait, tere earrings?" she asked, noticing Ayesha's bare ears.

Ayesha sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Kho gye," she replied, a note of sadness creeping into her voice. She took a bite from the snack, trying to mask her disappointment with food.

The missing earring was a small thing, but it still bothered her, especially since it was part of a set she'd carefully chosen for the occasion.

Shristi frowned, her concern genuine. "Arre yaar, tu hamesha kuch na kuch kho deti hai," she said, shaking her head in mild exasperation. "Kaise kho gye?"

Ayesha shrugged, looking around as if hoping the missing jewelry might miraculously appear. "Pata nhi," she admitted, her voice soft. "Bas abhi realize kiya jab Mumma ne bola."

Shristi sighed, placing a comforting hand on Ayesha's shoulder. "Chal, chinta mat kar. Ek earring se kya hota hai? Waise bhi tu bina earrings ke bhi acchi lag rhi hai," she said, trying to cheer her up.

Ayesha smiled at the compliment, feeling a little better. "Shukriya, madam," she said with a mock bow. "Par phir bhi, thoda ajeeb lag rha hai."

Shristi nodded sympathetically. "Hota hai. Weddings are chaotic; things get lost. Par abhi tum bhabhi ke pass jao. Dekhna padega sab theek hai ki nhi," she reminded her, steering the conversation back to the task at hand.

Ayesha nodded, taking a deep breath to refocus. "Haan, chalti hu," she said, handing back the plate to Shristi.

"Aur tu bhi dekh lena, Krish bhai ko jaada taarne mat lagna. Kahin kuch aur na kho jaaye," she teased, flashing a mischievous grin.

Shristi laughed, shaking her head. "Haan haan, jaa tu. Main bhi dekh leti hu," she said, waving her off with a smile.

As Ayesha walked away, Shristi called out, "Aur agar earrings mil gaye, toh mujhe batana!"

Ayesha waved back, her spirits lifted slightly. The small conversation had lightened her mood, reminding her of the support and love of her friends and family amidst the chaos of the wedding.

With renewed determination, she headed towards Manisha's room, ready to assist in whatever way she could.

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अंखियां चो दिग्ग दे हांजू
 

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Author Pov

As Ayesha walked briskly through the corridor, her mind was preoccupied with the endless list of tasks and responsibilities that came with the wedding.

She was lost in her thoughts when she turned a corner and nearly collided with someone.

Instinctively, she stepped back, looking up to see Vihaan standing right in front of her.

The sudden encounter took her by surprise, but she couldn't help but take in his appearance.

Vihaan's outfit was impeccable-his kurta perfectly tailored, his hair neatly styled in a small pony at the back. His shave was meticulous, adding to his refined appearance.

The contrast of his dark hair and the subtle light of the corridor made him look even more striking.

Vihaan noticed Ayesha's gaze lingering on him, and a smirk slowly spread across his face.

He seemed to be aware of the effect he was having, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing grin.

Ayesha blinked, trying to shake off her distraction. "Oh, Vihaan ji," she said, her voice coming out more breathless than she intended.

Her eyes briefly flicked to the small ponytail at the back of his head, then back up to his face. The smirk on his lips seemed to mock her for being caught off guard.

Before she could say anything more, Kanak appeared, her presence as noticeable as her air of superiority. She sauntered over, her gaze flickering from Vihaan to Ayesha.

The look in her eyes was one of barely concealed disdain, and she glanced down at Vihaan's hand, which he was resting casually on the back of the chair.

Kanak's own hand brushed against his, and she held a handkerchief that seemed to be clutched with possessive intent.

"Vihaan, there you are," Kanak said, her voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness.

Her gaze lingered on Ayesha with an undercurrent of condescension. "I didn't expect to see you here, Ayesha."

Ayesha's smile was tight, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface.

"Well, Kanak this is my brother's wedding and I didn't expect to see you here either. But I suppose some surprises are inevitable," she replied, her tone smooth but edged with a hint of sarcasm.

She was fully aware of the way Kanak's eyes lingered on Vihaan's hand, and the way she clutched the handkerchief, as if to mark her territory.

Kanak's eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a step closer to Vihaan, her hand brushing against his.

"Vihaan was just accompanying me. It's so lovely of him to take an interest."

Ayesha's eyes followed the motion of Kanak's hand and the hanky she was holding, which was now pressed against Vihaan's.

It was clear that Kanak was trying to assert some sort of claim, and Ayesha's annoyance flared. She shot a sharp look at Vihaan, then back at Kanak.

"I'm sure Vihaan ji has better things to do than to worry about accompanying others," Ayesha said, her voice cold.

"And if he's helping you, Kalank Oops Kanak, it must be quite an important matter. I'll just let you two handle it."

Kanak's smile faltered, her eyes flashing with anger. "It's Kanak ! And Ayesha, you're so dramatic." she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "You seem to be making a mountain out of a molehill."

Ayesha's expression hardened, and she took a step forward, her gaze locked onto Kanak's with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

"It's funny how you always manage to turn the smallest things into a show. Maybe you should try to focus on the bigger picture for once," she said, her words cutting through the air with precision.

Kanak opened her mouth to retort but was caught off guard by Ayesha's audacious response. She glared at Ayesha, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

Without another word, Ayesha turned on her heel, her steps sharp and decisive.

As she walked away, her eyes shot one last glance at Vihaan, who stood there, his expression unreadable but his eyes following her departure.

The sight of Kanak's hand resting on Vihaan's hand, and the hanky clutched in her grasp, only fueled Ayesha's irritation further.

Ayesha's anger simmered as she navigated through the crowd, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The brief encounter had been enough to spark a fire within her, and she resolved to address it later.

For now, she needed to clear her mind and regain her composure, knowing that the night was far from over and there were more challenges yet to come.

As Ayesha approached Manisha's room, she could hear the lively chatter and occasional bursts of laughter coming from inside.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping into the bustling scene of pre-wedding preparations.

The room was filled with a flurry of activity, with makeup artists, friends, and family members all working together to get the bride ready for her big moment.

Manisha sat in front of a large vanity mirror, surrounded by a team of makeup artists.

She looked stunning in her bridal attire, her lehenga a beautiful shade of deep red, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. Her hair was styled elegantly, with delicate flowers woven into the braids.

As the makeup artists applied the finishing touches to her makeup, Manisha smiled nervously, her eyes occasionally darting around the room.

A group of her close friends stood nearby, chatting animatedly. They were dressed in coordinated outfits, their excitement palpable. Among them was Shruti, who was trying her best to be helpful despite her young age.

Shruti had been tasked with handing over hairpins and other accessories to the hairstylist, a job she took very seriously.

"Manisha, you look absolutely gorgeous!" one of her friends exclaimed, admiring the bride's reflection in the mirror.

Manisha blushed, her cheeks already flushed from the makeup. "Thanks, guys," she replied, her voice soft. "I can't believe it's actually happening."

Shruti, who had been busy holding a box of jewelry, piped up, "Didi, you're going to be the most beautiful bride ever!" Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked up at Manisha.

Manisha reached out and gently ruffled Shruti's hair. "Thank you, Shruti. You're the sweetest," she said, her smile widening.

Ayesha stepped further into the room, catching Manisha's eye. "Wow, Bhabhi, you look incredible," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. She felt a sense of pride seeing her soon-to-be sister-in-law looking so radiant.

Manisha turned to Ayesha, her eyes brightening. "Ayesha! I'm so glad you're here," she said, reaching out to take Ayesha's hand. "How's everything going outside?"

Ayesha nodded, squeezing Manisha's hand reassuringly. "Everything's going smoothly," she replied. "Aryan bhai is at the mandap, and everyone is eagerly waiting for you."

She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the preparations. "Looks like you're almost ready," she added with a smile.

The makeup artist, who had just finished applying the final touches, stepped back to admire her work.

"There, all done!" she announced, her voice cheerful. "You look perfect, Mam."

Manisha looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes misting with emotion. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with gratitude. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

One of her friends, noticing the tears welling up in Manisha's eyes, quickly interjected, "No tears, Manisha! You'll ruin your makeup!" she teased, handing Manisha a tissue.

Shruti giggled, her eyes wide with excitement. "No crying, Didi! You have to look perfect for Aryan Jiju," she chimed in, her youthful enthusiasm infectious.

Manisha chuckled, wiping away a stray tear. "You're right," she agreed, her voice steadying. "No tears today. Only smiles." She took another deep breath, composing herself.

Ayesha walked over to the vanity and picked up a delicate set of bangles, carefully placing them on Manisha's wrists.

"These look beautiful," she remarked, admiring the intricate design. "Bhai is going to be speechless when he sees you."

Manisha smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I hope so," she said softly.

She looked around at her friends and family, feeling a wave of love and support wash over her. "I'm so glad all of you are here with me," she added, her voice filled with gratitude.

As the room buzzed with last-minute preparations and laughter, Ayesha felt a warm sense of belonging.

Despite the chaos, there was a sense of unity and love that filled the room, making the moment all the more special.

She knew that this day was not just about the union of Aryan and Manisha, but also about the coming together of their families and friends, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

As Ayesha left Manisha's room, she felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. The encounter with Kanak had left her feeling frustrated and on edge.

She walked down the hallway, her mind replaying the snide remarks and the possessive way Kanak had behaved around Vihaan.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, her phone rang, breaking her reverie. She glanced at the screen and saw Ashish's name flashing.

She sighed and picked up the call. "Kya hua?" she asked, unable to keep the irritation out of her voice.

Ashish noticed the edge in her tone and asked, "Tujhe kya hua?"

Ayesha quickly composed herself, not wanting to unload her frustrations on him. "Kuch nhi," she replied, trying to sound neutral.

"Aa niche fir baat krte hai," he suggested, sensing her mood but deciding to address it in person.

"Thi-" Ayesha agreed, but before she could say anything more, she realized the call had already ended.

She stared at the screen for a moment before hanging up, feeling slightly annoyed. With a deep breath, she turned and headed towards the exit to meet Ashish.

Meanwhile, Vihaan exited his room, holding a small jewelry box in his hand.

Inside was a pair of beautiful jhumkas he had bought earlier, specifically for Ayesha but didn't get a chance to give it to her but when she came to give him the brooch he noticed that she was not wearing any earrings.

He had purchased them while shopping for Manisha's wedding jewelry, thinking they would suit Ayesha perfectly.

As he walked, he pulled out one of the jhumkas, admiring the delicate design and the way it shimmered in the light .

Lost in his thoughts, Vihaan didn't notice Ashish walking towards him. The two collided unexpectedly, causing Ashish's phone to slip from his grasp and fall to the floor.

Both men immediately bent down to pick up their respective items.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," Ashish muttered, quickly grabbing his phone. He then noticed the jhumka that had fallen from Vihaan's hand. He picked it up and looked at it curiously.

Vihaan, his expression cold and composed, retrieved the other jhumka and placed it back in the box. He glanced at Ashish, noticing him holding the jewelry. "It's okay," Vihaan said curtly, extending his hand.

Ashish handed the jhumka back to Vihaan, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Gift for someone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vihaan met his gaze with a neutral expression. "Not your concern," he replied tersely, not offering any further explanation. He pocketed the box and straightened up.

Ashish, sensing that Vihaan was not in the mood for chit-chat, simply nodded. "Fair enough," he said, stepping aside to let Vihaan pass.

With a brief nod, Vihaan walked past Ashish, his demeanor calm and collected.

Ashish watched him go for a moment, a curious expression on his face, before heading in the opposite direction.

The brief encounter left both men with their own thoughts, as they parted ways to attend to their respective duties.

As the sacred ceremony continued at the mandap, the atmosphere became increasingly reverent and spiritual.

As the ceremony progressed, a gentle murmur swept through the crowd, signaling the arrival of the bride.

All eyes turned towards the entrance, anticipation hanging in the air. Manisha, the bride, slowly made her way towards the mandap.

She was a vision of grace and beauty, her deep red lehenga shimmering under the lights. The intricate gold embroidery complemented her radiant smile, and her jewelry sparkled, enhancing her regal appearance.

Vihaan walked beside Manisha, his expression stoic but proud. He held one side of the dupatta, a symbol of familial support and protection, while her other cousin supported the opposite side.

The trio moved gracefully, their synchronized steps reflecting the harmony and unity of the moment.

As they approached the mandap, the soft strains of traditional music filled the air, enhancing the emotional weight of the scene.

Ayesha's gaze was drawn to Vihaan. Her earlier annoyance and confusion resurfaced, but she pushed those feelings aside, focusing on the significance of the moment.

Her eyes then met Manisha's, and they shared a brief, understanding smile. It was a silent acknowledgment of the journey they were about to embark on as family.

Vihaan gently guided Manisha to her seat, his hand still holding the dupatta with a steady grip.

His demeanor remained composed, but there was a subtle softness in his eyes as he looked at Manisha, a silent assurance that he was there for her.

Ayesha noticed the tender exchange, her heart warming at the sight. Despite the underlying tension between them, she couldn't deny the genuine affection Vihaan had for his family.

As Manisha sat down beside Aryan, the pandit continued with the rituals. The soft hum of prayers and the crackling of the sacred fire created a serene atmosphere.

Ayesha took a step back, allowing the bride and groom their space, while still keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings.

Her earlier conversation with Vihaan and Ashish replayed in her mind, but she pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the ceremony.

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The priest gestured for the bride and groom to stand for the next part of the ritual, the kanyadaan.

Vihaan and their mother carefully adjusted Manisha's dupatta, ensuring she was comfortable.

The ritual, symbolic of the parents giving away their daughter, was a deeply emotional moment.

Ayesha's eyes welled up with tears as she watched her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law exchange glances filled with love and promise.

As the ceremony progressed, the sacred vows were exchanged. The atmosphere was charged with emotion, a blend of joy, reverence, and a hint of melancholy.

Vihaan stood nearby, his expression softening as he observed the proceedings. He glanced at Ayesha, who was wiping away a tear discreetly.

Their eyes met briefly, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them-a recognition of the importance of this day and the changes it would bring.

The final rituals approached, and the crowd grew silent in anticipation. The couple circled the sacred fire, their steps slow and deliberate, symbolizing their commitment to each other.

The guests watched in rapt attention, the air thick with emotion and blessings.

The priest recited the Sanskrit mantra, each syllable resonating with the importance of this moment:

"Om devendro varunash caiva tathoba yaurdhrutah, Gange ca yamune caiva godavari sarasvati. Narmade sindhu kaveri jalesmin sannidhim kuru."

(Translation: "May Lord Indra, Varuna, and other gods along with rivers Ganga, Yamuna, Godavari, Sarasvati, Narmada, Sindhu, and Kaveri bless the sacred water. May all the deities be present and bless the couple with all the happiness and fortune.")

As the priest spoke, Aryan's parents gently placed Manisha's hands into Aryan's, symbolizing the transfer of responsibility and blessings.

Manisha's eyes were moist with emotion, and Aryan squeezed her hands gently, a silent promise of his care and love. Ayesha watched the exchange, her heart swelling with pride and love for her brother.

Next was the "Varmala" ceremony, where the couple exchanged floral garlands as a symbol of acceptance and respect.

The priest chanted:

"Om saha nau- avatu saha nau bhunaktu saha viryam karavavahai. Tejasvi navadhitam astu ma vidvishavahai. Om shantih shantih shantih."

(Translation: "May He protect us both. May He nourish us both. May we work together with great energy. May our study be enlightening. May we not hate each other. Peace, peace, peace.")

As they placed the garlands around each other's necks, the room erupted in cheers and applause.

Ayesha felt a lump in her throat, her emotions fluctuating between joy and a tinge of sadness at seeing her brother take this monumental step.

The most critical part of the ceremony, the Saptapadi, followed. Aryan and Manisha stood up and began to take seven steps around the sacred fire, each step accompanied by a mantra and a vow. The priest recited:

First Step:

"Om esha ekapadi bhava iti prathaman"

(Translation: "With the first step, we take the vow to provide for and support each other.")

Aryan and Manisha took the first step, their eyes locked in a shared promise of mutual responsibility.

Second Step:

"Om oorje jara dastayaha"

(Translation: "With the second step, we vow to grow together in strength and mental prowess.")

They moved to the second step, pledging to share their strengths and challenges.

Third Step:

"Om rayas santu joradastayaha"

(Translation: "With the third step, we promise to be together in wealth and prosperity."

The third step signified their commitment to prosperity and financial stability.

Fourth Step:

"Om mayo bhavyas jaradastaya ha"

(Translation: "With the fourth step, we vow to respect and honor our families.")

As they took the fourth step, Ayesha felt the weight of this vow, knowing the importance of family ties in their lives.

Fifth Step:

"Om prajabhyaha santu jaradastayaha"

(Translation: "With the fifth step, we vow to raise strong, virtuous children.")

The fifth step, symbolizing the promise of raising a loving family, brought a soft smile to Manisha's face.

Sixth Step:

"Om ritubhya santu jaradastayaha"

(Translation: "With the sixth step, we vow to live in harmony and peace together.")

The sixth step emphasized harmony and peace in their relationship.

Seventh Step:

"Om sakha saptapadi bhava"

(Translation: "With the seventh step, we vow to be best friends and remain companions forever.")

With the final step, Aryan and Manisha sealed their vows, promising eternal companionship. The sacred fire flickered warmly, as if blessing the union.

Following the Saptapadi, Aryan applied sindoor (vermilion) on Manisha's forehead, a traditional mark of a married woman.

The priest recited:

"Om mangalyam tantunanena mama jeevana hetuna, Kanthe badhnami subhage tvam jeeva sharada shatam."

With these words, Aryan tied the mangalsutra (a sacred necklace) around Manisha's neck, marking the sanctity of their marriage.

Manisha's eyes glistened with unshed tears, the gravity of the moment sinking in.

Finally, the priest called for the blessings from the elders. Aryan and Manisha knelt, receiving blessings from their parents and other family members.

Ayesha stepped forward, placing her hand on her brother's shoulder, a gesture of silent support.

Vihaan, standing nearby, observed the tender moment, his expression inscrutable yet softened by the warmth of the scene.

As the ceremony concluded, the priest offered a final blessing:

"Om Shubhamastu, shubham bhavatu, mangalam bhavatu."

(Translation: "May auspiciousness be with you. May goodness be with you. May blessings be with you.")

The air was filled with the scent of incense and flowers, the sacred mantras echoing in the ears of everyone present.

The ritualistic fire continued to burn, symbolizing purity and the divine witness to the vows exchanged.

The crowd erupted into applause, the sound mingling with the joyous music, signaling the end of the ceremony and the beginning of a new chapter for Aryan and Manisha.

Ayesha looked around, her heart full, her earlier frustrations momentarily forgotten. The ritual had been a beautiful reminder of the importance of love, commitment, and family.

As she turned to leave the mandap, her eyes met Vihaan's for a brief second.

He gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotions of the day. Ayesha quickly averted her gaze, her mind racing with thoughts of the day and what lay ahead for everyone.

As the ceremony proceeded, the atmosphere around the mandap was filled with a mix of reverence and anticipation.

Ayesha, keeping a vigilant eye on the proceedings, was engaged in a side conversation with her family members.

The playful yet traditional "joota chupai" game was about to begin, and Ayesha was determined to ensure that Aryan's shoes remained safe.

"Shoes are hidden, where are they?" Ayesha asked, her tone a mix of curiosity.

Duggu, enthusiastically pointed to his own shoes and said.

"Yai rahe." He held up his footwear proudly, not quite grasping the seriousness of Ayesha's question.

Anshu, slightly annoyed at Duggu's misunderstanding, smacked him lightly on the head. "Tere jute ki baat nhi kr rhe didi. She's talking about Aryan bhaiya's shoes."

Harsh, another cousin, looked up from where he was sitting and gestured towards a chair. "Here." He pointed to the spot directly under the chair he was occupying.

Ayesha inspected the location carefully and nodded in approval. "Good."

Determined to protect Aryan's shoes from any mischievous attempts by the bride's side, Ayesha addressed the group with a firm tone, "Kuch bhi ho jaye, jute chori nhi hone chahiye, ok?"

The entire group responded in unison, their voices filled with determination and a touch of mischievous excitement. "Ok!"

With their plan solidified and everyone in agreement, Ayesha turned her attention back to the ongoing ceremony.

The playful banter had injected a fresh burst of energy into the proceedings, setting the stage for what would be a memorable and entertaining part of the wedding celebration.

The excitement on the bride's side was palpable as Manisha's friends and cousins gathered near the mandap, plotting their next move for the traditional joota chupai.

The atmosphere was buzzing with a mix of nervous energy and excitement as they discussed their strategy to outwit the groom's side and secure Aryan's shoes.

Shruti turned to the group with determination in her eyes. "Lekin hume Ayesha di ko distract karne ke liye koi chahiye."

Darsh, who had been listening intently, nodded in agreement. "Ha, main khiladi wahi hai."

He was keen to take on the role but knew they needed someone who could effectively distract Ayesha without getting caught.

Akul suggested, "Vihaan bhaiya."

He glanced towards where Vihaan was standing nearby, observing the ceremony with a serious demeanor.

A chorus of murmurs followed as the idea of involving Vihaan started gaining traction.

Another cousin chimed in, "Bhaiya nahi manenge." The consensus was that Vihaan, being a strict and disciplined individual, might not agree to the plan easily.

Darsh, determined to make it work, added, "Wo dono ladna start kar denge."

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He referred to the potential argument between Vihaan and Ayesha, believing that it would create enough distraction for their plan to succeed.

Shruti's eyes lit up with a glint of mischief. "Whi toh then she will be distracted."

The idea was to leverage the anticipated confrontation to pull Ayesha's attention away from her vigilant watch.

The group of friends began to strategize their approach. They knew convincing Vihaan, known for his no-nonsense attitude, would be challenging but crucial for their plan.

The group made their way towards Vihaan, who was standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on the ceremonial proceedings. They approached him with a mix of confidence and apprehension.

Shruti, taking a deep breath, stepped forward and addressed Vihaan, "Bhaiya, hume aapki madad chahiye."

She made sure to convey their request with respect, understanding that Vihaan's consent was essential.

Vihaan looked at Shruti with a raised eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Madad? Kaisi madad?" He inquired, already sensing that this wasn't going to be a simple request.

Darsh quickly added, "Hume Ayesha di ko distract karne ke liye aapki zarurat hai."

He tried to sound persuasive, emphasizing the importance of Vihaan's involvement in their plan.

Vihaan crossed his arms and shook his head. "Main yeh nahi kar sakta." His tone was firm, reflecting his reluctance to participate in what he saw as a trivial distraction.

The group, sensing Vihaan's resistance, started to plead their case. Akul spoke up, "Aap nahi karenge toh humari plan fail ho jayegi." He emphasized the potential failure of their plan if Vihaan didn't agree.

Another cousin, trying to convince Vihaan, added, "Bhaiya, yeh ek tradition hai. Thodi masti bhi honi chahiye." They appealed to Vihaan's sense of tradition and fun.

Vihaan, though initially unmoved, observed the earnestness in their pleas. The group's enthusiasm and their genuine desire to make the wedding memorable began to sway him.

He sighed deeply, realizing the importance of this tradition to everyone involved.

Finally, with a resigned yet amused expression, Vihaan relented. "Fine." He agreed.

The group, relieved and excited, gathered around Vihaan to discuss the specifics of his involvement. Vihaan's conditions were straightforward-he would only engage in the distraction if it didn't escalate into a serious confrontation and if it stayed within the boundaries of fun and tradition.

With the plan set in motion and Vihaan on board, the group felt a renewed sense of confidence. They dispersed to finalize their preparations, knowing that with Vihaan's help, their chances of success had just increased significantly.

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Author Pov

The atmosphere on the groom's side was charged with anticipation and lighthearted scheming.

Ayesha sat comfortably near her parents, casually chatting with Shristi and Ashish.

The trio seemed relaxed, but there was an underlying current of vigilance, especially with the traditional joota chupai
game in play.

Ashish seated on the chair guarding Aryan's shoes, was doing his best to look inconspicuous while keeping an eye on everyone around.

His alertness didn't go unnoticed by Shristi, who smirked and nudged Ayesha.

"Bichare ko tune itna daraya dhamkaya hai ki wo baat bhi nhi sun rha." Shristi teased, noticing how Ashish seemed a bit too focused on his surroundings.

Ayesha chuckled, giving Ashish a playful glance.

"Ha toh aaya hai toh kuch toh kaam krega ." She quipped, knowing full well the pressure they had put on him to ensure the shoes remained safe.

Ashish, trying to stay cool , responded with a mock salute, "Ha ha madam kr he rha hun mai apka kaam." He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

Meanwhile, on the bride's side, a different kind of preparation was underway.

The group had gathered to finalize their strategy for the joota chupai operation. The groom's shoes were the prized target, and they were determined to get them.

Krish whispered to Vihaan, who was sipping on a glass of juice, "The bride's shoes are under the chair on which Ashish is sitting."

Vihaan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes momentarily focusing on Ayesha, who was engaged in conversation.

He then turned to the group with a plan. "Darsh, you need to distract Anshu or Suhani," Vihaan directed, his voice steady and commanding.

Darsh looked ready to take on the challenge, but before he could reply, Akul chimed in eagerly, "Anshu ko kar lega yai distract Suhani ke liye mai hun na."

The group turned to look at Akul, eyebrows raised, sensing a different motive behind his enthusiasm. Akul quickly clarified

"Wo-mera mtlb hai ki Anshu ko distract krne mai iske liye zyda easy hoga na, I mean dono chuhe bille ki tarah rehte hai isliye."

He tried to explain, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as he flashed an awkward smile.

Vihaan smirked, deciding not to probe further into Akul's enthusiasm. "Hm..Darsh, tum Anshu ko side karo." He instructed, maintaining his focus.

Krish, taking on the role of coordinator, continued, "Shruti, tum Duggu aur Harsh ko side se htao." He said looking at Shruti Trusting her quick thinking and agility.

With everyone assigned their roles, Krish added the final piece to the puzzle.

"And Mai Shristi aur Ashish ko." He declared, knowing that keeping Shristi away from the action would ensure fewer obstacles.

The team nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of their roles.

The air was filled with a sense of adventure, the thrill of the game heightening the excitement of the wedding festivities.

As the group moved to execute their plan, Ayesha remained blissfully unaware of the impending challenge to her guardianship of the shoes.

The game was on, and everyone was eager to see who would come out victorious in this age-old wedding tradition.

Darsh, still looking slightly puzzled, voiced his concern, "Aree lekin main Ayesha di ka kya?" He knew that Ayesha, with her sharp wit and keen eye, would be the toughest to distract.

Vihaan, sensing the need for a more intricate plan, stepped forward with a determined look.

He glanced around at the group, making sure they were all paying attention. "Listen," he began, his tone serious yet composed.

"Here's the plan," Vihaan continued, locking eyes with each member of the team to ensure they understood the gravity of their task.

Vihaan paused, thinking carefully about the best approach.

"Darsh, you and Akul will team up. Akul, you'll start a casual conversation with her, something light and engaging. You can talk about the decorations or ask for her opinion on something. Just keep it friendly and natural."

Akul nodded, understanding his role. He was known for his charm and easygoing nature, making him the perfect candidate to engage Ayesha without raising suspicion.

"Darsh, while Akul has her attention, you need to subtly steer the conversation towards something that will pull her focus away from the shoes.

Mention something she might be concerned about, like checking on the guests or helping with a last-minute task. The key is to make her feel like she's needed elsewhere."

Darsh grinned, liking the sound of the plan. He was good at thinking on his feet, and he knew he could handle this.

Vihaan then turned to Krish. "While they keep Her occupied, you focus on Shristi and Ashish. Start a debate or game-something that will keep them busy and distracted. Shristi loves a good challenge, and Ashish won't want to look away if he's competing."

Krish smirked, already thinking of ways to engage them. "Got it. I'll make sure they're too involved to notice anything."

Vihaan continued, "Meanwhile, I'll stay on the lookout. If she gets suspicious or starts heading back, I'll step in to divert her attention. We need to be subtle and precise. The goal is to get the shoes without causing too much of a scene."

He looked at the team, his eyes full of determination. "Remember, the groom side will be expecting us to make a move, so we need to be quick and clever. This is not just about the shoes; it's about tradition and fun. Let's make sure we uphold both."

The group nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation.

They knew the task ahead was challenging, but with a solid plan and teamwork, they felt ready to take on the challenge.

With a final nod from Vihaan, they dispersed to their assigned roles, each member poised to execute their part of the plan flawlessly.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement as everyone awaited the start of the joota chupai game.

Ayesha, having set her team in place, was confidently talking with Shristi and Ashish, who was stationed at the "guard post"-the chair hiding Aryan's shoes.

The bride's side was equally prepared, with their own set of strategies ready to unfold.

As per the plan, Akul and Darsh approached Ayesha casually.

"Ayesha di, decorations are so beautiful! But don't you think the flower arrangement by the entrance could use a little more color?" Akul began, trying to steer her attention away from the shoes.

Ayesha, sharp as ever, didn't fully bite but responded, "But I think it's fine.*"

Darsh jumped in, "Or maybe we should check on the catering setup? Just to be sure everything's perfect."

Before Ayesha could respond, Krish engaged Shristi and Ashish in a  debate about the best Bollywood dance moves.

"Shristi, remember the haldi function? Your dance was the best! But I think Ashish can top it, right?"

Shristi, always up for a challenge, immediately defended her stance. "Oh, please! My moves were unbeatable. Ashish, you don't stand a chance!"

While everyone was distracted, Darsh subtly signaled Akul to go for the shoes. Akul moved stealthily, but just as he reached for them.

Ayesha's sharp eyes caught the movement. She jumped up, pointing at Akul. "Ashu, Jootee!!" she shouted, alerting everyone to the ongoing heist.

The entire room erupted into chaos. The groom's side scrambled to get the shoes, while the bride's side frantically tried to protect them. Darsh, Akul, and Krish clambered over chairs and tables, while Shristi and Ashish attempted to fend them off.

Ashish, caught off guard, quickly grabbed the shoes and, without thinking, threw them across the room. "Catch!" he yelled, aiming for Ayesha.

She caught them mid-air with surprising agility and immediately sprinted away, dodging the outstretched arms of several cousins.

Ayesha ran through the corridors, her heart pounding with excitement. She quickly found herself in an old storeroom area, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath.

The room was dimly lit, filled with old furniture and forgotten decorations. She clutched the shoes close, her mind racing with the thrill of the chase.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Return the shoes, Nimbu," Vihaan said, stepping out of the shadows, his voice calm and composed.

Ayesha spun around, surprised while scrunching her nose. "Aree, aap bhi?aur firse Lemon?" she responded, feigning shock.

Vihaan raised an eyebrow, amused. "Aap bhi ka kya matlab hai?"

Ayesha, catching her breath, smirked. "Matlab itne bade ho jaane ke baad bhi aap yeh sab karte ho? Shame, shame, pappy shame," she teased, mimicking a school teacher's tone, clearly enjoying the moment.

Vihaan chuckled, taking a step closer. "Acha ji," he said, playfully.

He reached out as if to grab her hand, but Ayesha quickly backed away, almost tripping over a stack of old boxes.

Vihaan reacted swiftly, grabbing her hand to steady her. "Chaliye, aap mujhe shoes de dijiye, mai aapko girne se bacha lunga," he said, his voice soft but firm.

Ayesha, still holding the shoes, looked at him with a mix of defiance and something else-a flicker of emotion she couldn't quite place.

"Nahi, shoes toh mere paas rahenge," she declared, attempting to pull her hand away.

Vihaan held her gaze, his grip gentle but unwavering. "Ayesha," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the noise of the wedding fading away. In one swift motion, he pulled her towards him, catching her off guard.

Ayesha stumbled, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself against his chest.

For a moment, the world stood still. Ayesha's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her heart racing.

Vihaan's hand, firm on her waist, felt like a brand against her skin. Her breath hitched as she realized how close they were, her fingers splayed against the warmth of his chest.

The air around them seemed to hum with a newfound tension, a quiet electricity crackling between them.

Vihaan's gaze softened, taking in the details of her face-the way her eyes widened in surprise, the slight tremble of her lips. He could feel her breath against his skin, warm and rapid.

His free hand reached up, almost unconsciously, to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Ayesha's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting slightly as she felt the gentle brush of his fingers.

In that quiet, intimate moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, caught in a delicate balance of emotions-confusion, attraction, and something deeper.

Vihaan's hand slowly trailed from her cheek down to her neck, then to her shoulder, and finally to her earlobe. He revealed a small, intricate jhumka, the same one he'd bought earlier.

He carefully took it out of his pocket and, without a word, lifted it to her ear. Ayesha, her eyes still closed, felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers brushed against her skin.

She felt a flutter in her chest, a mixture of nerves and something unfamiliar. Vihaan, concentrating, gently fastened the jhumka onto her both ears.

The touch of his hands was both soothing and electrifying, sending a wave of warmth through her.

Opening her eyes, Ayesha looked up at him, her expression a mix of surprise and gratitude.

Vihaan's eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

But the spell was broken when Vihaan, with a swift movement, reached for the shoes she had clutched so tightly.

Ayesha gasped, realizing too late what he was doing. Vihaan grabbed the shoes and, with a mischievous grin, bolted for the door.

"Vihaan!" Ayesha shouted, her voice a mix of shock and amusement, but it was too late.

He was already out the door, shoes in hand, leaving her standing there, breathless and stunned.

Ayesha's mind raced, her cheeks still warm from the encounter. She couldn't help but smile, a mix of frustration and admiration for Vihaan's audacity.

As she gathered herself and prepared to chase after him, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, something significant yet unspoken.

As the chaotic scene unfolded, Ayesha's eyes darted from Ashish to Vihaan, then to Shristi and Krish.

The room was a flurry of movement and strategy, the playful tension palpable.

Ayesha took a deep breath, knowing she had to make her move. With a quick nod to Ashish, she signaled him to be ready.

They were running out of time, and the next few moments were crucial.

In the midst of the commotion, Vihaan's gaze caught Ayesha's. For a moment, everything else seemed to blur into the background.

The shouts and laughter faded, leaving just the two of them in a suspended moment of shared awareness.

Vihaan's eyes softened as he looked at her, a flicker of something more than just playful rivalry flashing across his face.

Ayesha felt her breath hitch, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in his gaze.

Breaking the spell, Vihaan smirked, a challenge dancing in his eyes.

He subtly raised the shoes, teasing her with a silent question: Can you get them? Ayesha felt a rush of determination mixed with something else-a thrill that had nothing to do with the game.

Just then, Duggu, standing behind Vihaan, caught Ayesha's eye and nodded.

Taking advantage of the brief distraction, Ayesha lunged forward.

At the same time, Ashish moved in, aiming to snatch the shoes.

Vihaan, quick on his feet, sidestepped Ashish and turned towards Ayesha, anticipating her move.

In the flurry of action, Ayesha found herself stumbling into Vihaan.

His hands instinctively reached out, grabbing her by the waist to steady her.

They collided with a gentle thud, Ayesha's hands splayed against Vihaan's chest.

The world seemed to tilt, and for a brief, electrifying second, they were the only two people in the room.

Ayesha felt the warmth of Vihaan's hand against her waist, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Her heart raced as she looked up, finding herself mere inches away from his fac

Vihaan's breath was warm against her cheek, and his eyes held hers with an intensity that made her forget, for a moment, where they were.

But then the chaos snapped back into focus. Krish called out, trying to fend off Shristi, who was making a renewed effort to reach the shoes.

Ashish made another grab, and in the confusion, Vihaan's grip on Ayesha tightened protectively, pulling her closer to avoid Ashish's lunge.

The closeness of their bodies, the accidental brush of his fingers against her side, made Ayesha's cheeks flush.

The room buzzed with excitement as the game reached its climax.

Vihaan leaned down slightly, his lips close to Ayesha's ear. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You wouldn't want to fall for me, would you?"

Ayesha felt a surge of indignation mixed with a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. In one swift motion, she slipped her hand under Vihaan's arm, reaching for the shoes he still held.

Vihaan, caught off guard, hesitated for a fraction of a second-just long enough for Ayesha to snatch the shoes from his grasp.

A triumphant grin spread across her face as she held the shoes high. "Got them!" she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the chaos.

Ashish, seeing the opportunity, quickly created a distraction, bumping into Vihaan and causing him to stumble slightly.

In that brief window, Ayesha took off, shoes in hand, sprinting towards Aryan. The room erupted in cheers and laughter, the game's excitement reaching a fever pitch.

Vihaan, regaining his balance, watched her go, a mix of admiration and frustration in his eyes.

Ayesha glanced back over her shoulder, locking eyes with him one last time. For a split second, amidst the chaos, a silent understanding passed between them-an unspoken promise of more moments like this, of a connection that went beyond the playful rivalry.

With a final burst of speed, Ayesha darted out of the room, the thrill of victory coursing through her veins. The game was over, but the memory of that fleeting moment with Vihaan lingered, leaving her heart racing for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

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Author Pov

As Ayesha triumphantly returned to the mandap, she was met with a mix of cheers and playful groans from the onlookers.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached Aryan, holding the shoes high like a prized trophy.

She knelt down and carefully slipped the shoes onto her brother's feet, a proud smile gracing her lips. Aryan grinned down at her, his eyes warm with affection.

"Hayye meri pyari behn," he said, his voice filled with brotherly love and gratitude. "Good Job you save my money"

The room filled with laughter and applause, the bride and groom's sides coming together to celebrate the fun and tradition.

Manisha, sitting beside Aryan, couldn't help but chuckle at the whole situation. Aryan, not missing a beat, turned to her with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Yai ladki wale har baar bs yahi karte hai," he teased, exaggerating a sigh of mock frustration.

"Unhe pta hona chahiye tha opposite team mai kon kon hai" His voice was playful, clearly enjoying the light-hearted banter.

Manisha feigned an innocent look, her eyes widening. "Acha? Aur aap kya karte ho? Mere jaise ladkiyon ko pareshan krne ke alawa?" she retorted, her tone equally teasing.

Aryan laughed, shaking his head. "Hum toh bas apko pareshan krte hai" he said, winking at Ayeshha, who giggled at the exchange.

Manisha rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. "Achha, ji?"

The family and guests burst into laughter at the playful exchange, the atmosphere light and full of joy.

Ayesha stood up, her heart swelling with pride and love for her brother.

As she took her place back among the guests, she couldn't help but glance over at Vihaan, who was watching the scene with a knowing smile.

The ceremony continued, the joyous mood unwavering. As the final rituals approached, Ayesha felt a sense of contentment wash over her.

The day had been filled with love, laughter, and a few unexpected moments that she knew she'd cherish forever.

In the midst of the joyous celebration, while everyone laughed and enjoyed the playful banter between Aryan and Manisha, there was one person whose smile had faded into a look of deep concern.

Ashish stood at the edge of the crowd, his face pale, almost ashen, as he watched Ayesha. His eyes were fixed on her, his expression a mix of confusion and pain.

His hands rested on his chest, as if to steady himself, his fingers pressing into his shirt.

It was as if his heart was aching, a tightness that made it hard to breathe. He felt a strange heaviness, an unsettling feeling he couldn't quite place.

Ashish's mind raced back to the moment Ayesha had come back after Vihaan had snatched the shoes from her.

He had been too caught up in the chaos of the moment to notice much, but now, as his eyes scanned Ayesha's face, he noticed something that made his heart sink further.

The jhumka she was wearing-he recognized it instantly.

His mind flashed back to earlier when Vihaan had accidentally dropped a jhumka, the same intricate design, as they had bumped into each other.

Ashish remembered how Vihaan had quickly picked it up, his expression guarded.

Now, seeing the same jhumka adorning Ayesha's ear, the pieces of the puzzle started to come together, and it wasn't a pleasant realization.

A sickening feeling settled in Ashish's stomach as he pieced together what might have happened.

Vihaan had given Ayesha the jhumka. But why? What did it mean? His thoughts were a tangled mess, a storm of emotions that left him feeling dizzy and off-balance.

Ashish's gaze remained fixed on Ayesha, who was blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. She was smiling, her face glowing with the joy of the moment, completely engrossed in the celebrations.

But for Ashish, everything seemed to blur around her. He felt like he was on the outside, looking in, unable to reach out or make sense of the emotions coursing through him.

His hand clutched his chest tighter, as if trying to hold together the fragments of his breaking heart.

He felt a lump rise in his throat, making it hard to swallow. The realization that something might be going on between Ayesha and Vihaan was like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and overwhelmed.

As the ceremony continued, Ashish felt like a ghost, disconnected from the joy and laughter around him.

All he could think about was the jhumka, the symbol of a connection between Ayesha and Vihaan that he hadn't seen coming.

He stood there, lost in his thoughts, his mind a whirlpool of emotions, trying to process the painful possibility that his feelings for Ayesha might be unrequited or overshadowed by another.

Ayesha's cheerful voice broke through the haze of Ashish's thoughts, pulling him back to the present. She was smiling brightly as she walked towards him, her excitement palpable. "Ashu!!" she called out, her tone light and playful.

The sound of her voice made his heart ache, but he forced a smile onto his face, not wanting to dampen her mood.

"Chlo...bhi sb gye hume apna victory photo bhi click krwana hai," she said with infectious enthusiasm.

Before he could respond, Ayesha grabbed his hand, her touch warm and familiar.

Her fingers curled around his, and the gesture, so simple yet intimate, made his heart skip a beat.

He felt a rush of conflicting emotions-joy at her touch, confusion over his feelings, and a deep, unspoken sadness.

Ayesha began to pull him along, her energy almost childlike in its purity.

"Chlo chlo," she urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She seemed completely oblivious to the turmoil within him, her focus solely on sharing this happy moment with her friend.

As they walked towards the gathering crowd, Ashish tried to shake off the lingering sadness.

He knew this was a time for celebration, a time to be happy for Aryan and Manisha. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts at the back of his mind-the image of Vihaan and Ayesha, the jhumka, and the unspoken connection between them.

Still, he pushed these thoughts aside as best as he could, focusing on Ayesha's laughter and the warmth of her hand in his. She was his best friend, and he didn't want anything to ruin this moment for her.

So, he followed her lead, allowing himself to be pulled into the joyous atmosphere of the celebration.

As they reached the group, Ayesha released his hand and joined the others in a lively discussion about how they had managed to secure the shoes.

The group was buzzing with excitement, each person recounting their role in the playful heist with exaggerated gestures and laughter.

Ashish stood back, watching Ayesha interact with everyone. Her happiness was contagious, and for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt for his earlier thoughts.

He tried to focus on the present, to enjoy this moment with her and the rest of their friends. He forced a smile, trying to join in the celebration, even as a part of him felt distant and removed.

Ayesha, still brimming with energy, turned back to him and noticed his quiet demeanor. "Ashu, kya hua? You look lost," she asked, tilting her head in concern.

Her eyes searched his, and for a brief moment, Ashish felt the weight of his emotions threaten to spill over.

But he quickly masked his feelings with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Kuch nahi, just tired," he lied, hoping she wouldn't press further. "Let's get that victory photo."

Ayesha seemed to accept his explanation, her smile returning. She grabbed his arm, pulling him into the group as they posed for the camera.

As the photographer snapped pictures, Ashish forced himself to smile, trying to focus on the happiness of the moment and not the storm brewing inside him.

In the flurry of clicks and laughter, he caught a glimpse of Vihaan, who was standing on the opposite side, his eyes momentarily meeting Ayesha's.

The silent exchange between them was brief but undeniable, and Ashish felt another pang in his chest.

As the photographer called for a final shot, Ashish took a deep breath, pushing down the rising emotions.

He knew he couldn't dwell on his feelings now; this was a time for celebration.

So, he plastered on his best smile and stood next to Ayesha, hoping that the camera wouldn't capture the turmoil beneath his cheerful facade.

The celebrations were over, the music had faded, and the guests were slowly departing.

The hall, once filled with laughter and joy, was now quiet. Ashish stood by the doorway, watching as the newlyweds were surrounded by their loved ones, their faces glowing with happiness.

His eyes wandered, searching for Ayesha amidst the crowd. She was there, laughing with Shristi, her face lit up with a radiant smile.

Ashish's heart clenched painfully. Did she like Vihaan? The question gnawed at him, refusing to be silenced.

The way she had looked at Vihaan, the playful banter, the small moments they shared-it was clear that there was something between them.

But why hadn't she told him? They had been best friends for as long as he could remember, sharing secrets, dreams, and everything in between. How had she not mentioned anything about Vihaan?

He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. How could she have feelings for Vihaan but not for him? He had been there for her, always.

From their childhood days to now, he had been her confidant, her partner in crime, her rock. And yet, she had never looked at him the way she looked at Vihaan tonight.

His thoughts drifted back to a time long ago, a memory that had been tucked away in the depths of his hear.

They were around 13 or 14 years old, still figuring out who they were. It was a rainy day, and they had been stuck indoors, playing board games and making up silly stories.

Ayesha had always had a wild imagination, and Ashish loved every bit of it.

He remembered the moment vividly. They were sitting on the floor, a Monopoly board between them.

Ayesha was narrating some ridiculous story about a princess who was also a ninja, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She had been so animated, waving her hands around as she spoke.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. It was in that moment, watching her laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners, that something shifted inside him.

He had felt his heart race, a warmth spreading through his chest. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, not just as his best friend but as someone incredibly special.

He realized, with a jolt, that he was in love with her. It wasn't just a fleeting crush or an infatuation; it was a deep, undeniable love.

But he had been too scared to tell her, afraid of ruining the friendship they cherished so much. So, he had buried his feelings, hiding them behind jokes and smiles.

Over the years, his love for her only grew, becoming an unspoken truth that he carried with him.

He cherished every moment they spent together, every laugh, every shared secret.

He watched over her, protecting her, always hoping that one day she would see him in the same light. But she never did. Or if she did, she never said anything.

Now, as he stood there, watching her with Vihaan, the reality of his unrequited love hit him like a tidal wave.

It felt like a cruel twist of fate. He had loved her for so long, and yet, she had fallen for someone else. Someone who wasn't him.

Ashish felt a lump form in his throat. He knew he couldn't blame Ayesha for her feelings.

Love wasn't something you could control. But it didn't make it hurt any less. He wondered if she had ever noticed the way he looked at her, the way his heart ached whenever she smiled at someone else. Had she ever seen him as more than just a friend?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why hadn't she told him? He thought back to all their conversations, searching for any hint that she might have had feelings for Vihaan. But there was nothing.

No subtle hints, no confessions. Just the usual chatter about school, life, and their shared dreams. Had she been afraid to tell him? Or maybe she just didn't think it was important enough to mention.

A pang of sadness washed over him. He had always been her go-to person, the one she confided in.

The thought that she might have kept this from him hurt more than he wanted to admit.

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, a mix of disappointment and longing. He had loved her silently for eighteen years, and now, it felt like all those years had been in vain.

As the night drew to a close and the guests began to leave, Ashish knew he had to let go.

He couldn't hold onto a love that wasn't reciprocated. But how could he? How could he just move on from something that had been such a big part of his life? He didn't know the answer.

All he knew was that he had to try, for his sake and for hers. She deserved to be happy, even if it wasn't with him.

With a heavy heart, Ashish made his way towards the exit, glancing back one last time.

Ayesha was still there, surrounded by friends and family, her laughter echoing through the hall.

He smiled sadly, whispering a silent goodbye to the love he had held onto for so long. It was time to let go and find his own path, even if it meant walking away from the person he loved the most.

Ashish retreated to his room, the night's revelry fading into the background as he shut the door behind him.

The laughter and music of the wedding were distant echoes now, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed down on him.

His mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions and thoughts, each one swirling faster than he could grasp.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, he felt the weight of the evening crashing down on him. Maybe it was not love. Maybe it was just a normal friendship he thought, trying to rationalize the pain he was feeling.

How could she like him? His mind questioned, When I was the one who was always there for her?

The room felt too warm. He could barely breathe, his chest tightening with each labored inhale.

The emotions roiling inside him were unbearable, and his heart seemed to throb painfully with every beat.

He unbuttoned his kurta slowly, the fabric feeling stifling against his heated skin. Tossing it onto a nearby chair, he tried to cool himself, but the burning ache in his chest wouldn't subside.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table, the vibrations a jarring reminder of the world outside. He didn't care who was calling. The pain he was experiencing was all-consuming, blocking out any concern for external matters.

Tears began to well up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

He could feel them trickling down his cheeks, unbidden and relentless

The dam he had built over years of unspoken love and suppressed feelings had finally broken, and now he was overwhelmed by the flood.

As the tears flowed freely, Ashish's voice broke through the silence of the room, filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "Why, Ayesha?" he whispered to himself, his voice cracking.

"Why couldn't you see? Why couldn't you ever see that I was here for you? That I loved you?"

He sank onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. "I thought... I thought maybe one day, you'd look at me the way you look at him. That maybe you'd realize..."

His words trailed off into a choked sob.

"I've been there for you, always. I stayed in the shadows, hoping you'd notice me. But you never did. Kyu? Kyu tum mujhe psnd nhi kr skte? Am i not deserving? Am i not good enough??Why Goddammit!!!!?"

His sobs grew more intense, each one a release of the pent-up emotions he had hidden for so long.

He felt a profound sense of loss, not just of a potential future with Ayesha but of the friendship they had shared. It felt like everything he had hoped for was slipping through his fingers.

The ache in his heart was unbearable. "Maybe it was just friendship," he whispered again, trying to convince himself. "Maybe I was wrong all along."

He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The tears continued to fall, his chest heaving with each sob.

He felt utterly alone, the pain of unrequited love and the betrayal of his own hopes mingling into a deep, aching sadness.

The room was dark, save for the dim light filtering through the curtains.

In the quiet of his room, surrounded by the remnants of a night filled with joy and celebration, Ashish faced the painful reality of his emotions.

The love he had cherished for so long seemed to mock him now, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

As the tears slowly subsided, Ashish closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm within him.

He knew that time would eventually heal the wounds, but for now, he was left grappling with the raw, aching reality of his unspoken love and the weight of its absence.

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तेरी मेरी गल्लां हो गई मशहूर
कर ना कभी तू मुझे नज़रों से दूर
किथे चली ए तू किथे चली ए तू किथे चली ए
जांदा ऐ दिल ये तो जांदी ऐ तू
तेरे बिन मैं ना रहूं मेरे बिना तू
किथे चली ए तू किथे चली ए तू किथे चली ए,

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Author Pov

The bustling atmosphere of the airport was a blend of farewells and anticipation. Families hugged tightly, promising to stay in touch and meet again soon.

Ayesha and her family stood near the baggage claim, preparing to head to their home in Mumbai.

Ayesha glanced at Vihaan, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to Darsh and Shruti.

"Bye, guys! See you all soon!" she called out, waving cheerfully.

Darsh, always the joker, grinned, "Don't miss us too much, di!"

Shruti chuckled, "Yeah, try not to get into too much trouble without us."

Ayesha rolled her eyes playfully, "I can't promise that, especially with Duggu around."

The group laughed as Shristi, standing apart, caught Ayesha's attention. She noticed Krish approaching Shristi, ready to leave.

Krish turned to Shristi, "Chalo, Shristi. We'll be late if we don't hurry."

Ayesha raised an eyebrow, smirking, "Oh, toh tum inke saath ja rahi ho?"

Shristi rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed, "Haan, haan, yeh mujhe drop karega. Don't get any ideas."

Ayesha couldn't resist teasing further, "Acha, bas drop karenge? Koi aur baat toh nahi?"

Krish caught the playful tone and grinned, "Nahi, nahi. Bas drop karna hai. Promise."

Shristi shot Ayesha a glare, "Tum apne kaam se kaam rakho."

With that, Shristi and Krish headed out, leaving Ayesha and the rest of the family to board their flight.

Time Skip:

The family arrived at their new home in Mumbai, where the traditional Griha Pravesh ceremony awaited. The front door was beautifully adorned with flowers, and a vibrant rangoli greeted them.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as preparations for the ritual began.

Ayesha's mother led the ceremony, guiding Manisha as she gently kicked the pot of rice at the entrance, marking her entry into her new home.

Ayesha watched with a mischievous smile, ready to start her playful teasing.

"Aur bhabhi, ab toh aapke kandhon par bohot zimmedariyan hain," Ayesha teased, winking at Manisha.

"Aapko mere bhai ko sambhalna padega, jo itne saal se hum karte aa rahe hain."

Manisha blushed and nodded, smiling warmly.

Duggu, unable to hold back, added, "Bhabhi Bhaiya ko sambhalna possible hai, lekin Ayesha di ko sambhalna impossible!"

The room erupted with laughter at Duggu's remark. Parul, although trying to look stern, couldn't hide her smile.

"Ayesha, kuch din toh shaanti se reh sakti ho?" Parul said, masking her amusement. "Apni bhabhi ko itna pareshan karne ki kya zaroorat hai?"

Ayesha feigned innocence, "Maa, maine kya kiya? Main toh bas apni pyari bhabhi ko welcome kar rahi hoon."

Dhirendra shook her head, chuckling.

Ayesha grinned, knowing her mother was not truly angry. She turned to Manisha, "Welcome to the madhouse, bhabhi. Yahan masti kabhi khatam nahi hoti."

The ceremony concluded with laughter and joy. The family was settling into their new home, ready to begin this new chapter together. The house was filled with warmth, love, and the promise of many more joyous moments.

As the Griha Pravesh ceremony wrapped up, the family gathered for the next traditional ritual: the ring-finding ceremony.

This game involved both the bride and groom trying to find a ring submerged in a large, ornate bowl filled with water and rose petals. The anticipation in the room was palpable.

Parul called everyone together, "Alright everyone, gather around! It's time for the ring-finding ceremony. Let's see who will rule the house!"

Manisha and Aryan, radiant from the wedding, were seated opposite each other, ready to begin. Ayesha, ever the commentator, teased.

"Bhabhi, yeh aapke liye agni pariksha hai!" earning an eye roll from Manisha.

The first round began with Manisha confidently dipping her hand into the bowl, feeling around for the ring.

Aryan followed suit, his hand moving through the petals with determination. After a few seconds, Manisha's hand emerged holding the ring.

"Round one goes to bhabhi!" Anshu announced, clapping loudly.

Ayesha grinned, "Bhaiya, aaj toh tum gaye kaam se!"

Aryan laughed, clearly enjoying the friendly competition. The second round started, and this time, Aryan's quick reflexes paid off as he retrieved the ring before Manisha could. The room cheered.

"One all! This is getting intense," Suhani said, enjoying the friendly rivalry.

For the final round, the room was filled with excitement as everyone leaned in closer. Manisha and Aryan plunged their hands into the water, searching frantically through the swirling petals. The tension was high as everyone watched closely.

Suddenly, Manisha's hand emerged, holding the ring tightly. The room erupted in cheers and applause.

"Bhabhi wins!" Ayesha exclaimed, playfully nudging Aryan. "Bhaiya, ab toh ghar ka raaj bhabhi ka hai!"

Aryan smiled, clearly pleased with Manisha's win. "Looks like I'll have to get used to it," he joked, making everyone laugh.

Manisha, with a blush and a happy heart, felt embraced by her new family. Parul placed a hand on Manisha's shoulder, smiling warmly. "Manisha, you've truly won more than just this game today. You've won our hearts. Welcome to the family."

Manisha nodded, her heart swelling with joy. The love and acceptance from her new family made her feel truly at home. Ayesha winked at her and whispered, "Get ready, bhabhi. This is just the beginning of the madness!"

The family shared a hearty laugh, and the house was filled with the promise of many more joyous moments to come.

Ayesha's POV:

After dinner, the house had settled into a quieter rhythm. The excitement of the day had given way to a calm night. Manisha and Aryan were in separate rooms, adhering to tradition until the reception. It felt odd but customary.

I collapsed onto my bed, reflecting on the day's events. My thoughts wandered back to Vihaan-the way he made me feel, the shared laughter, the moments of connection. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something I couldn't easily shake.

I sighed, rolling onto my side and hugging my pillow. Could it be that my feelings for Vihaan were more than just a fleeting attraction? My mind wrestled with this new emotion, especially considering the conversation I overheard about my future with Ashish.

Ashish had always been my best friend, my confidant. Our bond had been built over years of friendship and trust. The idea of marrying him had always seemed natural, but now it felt confusing. My parents' expectations clashed with my burgeoning feelings, adding to my inner turmoil.

As I lay there in the quiet, my thoughts spun in circles. The house around me was serene, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. I hoped for clarity and peace, even as the emotions swirled within me.

Eventually, sleep claimed me, and I drifted off, wondering what the future held. The reception was just around the corner, and with it, new beginnings and perhaps more answers to the questions swirling in my heart.

Next day
Reception
At night

Author Pov

The next day was the reception, and the house was a whirlwind of activity. From the early hours of the morning, Ayesha and Shristi were running around, making sure everything was in order.

Shristi had arrived early to help, and the cousins were all pitching in, creating an atmosphere filled with laughter, chatter, and a bit of chaos.

Ashish was there too, but Ayesha noticed something different about him. He looked a bit lost, his usual bright demeanor seemed dulled. She made a mental note to check on him later, but there was no time to dwell on it now.

By 5 PM, the house was still buzzing, though everyone was beginning to wind down to get ready for the evening. There were only two hours left until the reception would begin, and the excitement was palpable. One by one, everyone started retreating to their rooms to get dressed.

Ashish headed back to his house, which was just next door, to prepare. Shristi was in Ayesha's room, already dressed in her peach-colored gown, matching Ayesha's.

The two of them looked like a picture-perfect pair, the soft hue of their dresses adding to the elegance of the evening.

As Ayesha made her way to Manisha's room to check on her, she was met with a sight that made her stop in her tracks.

"Hawww, bhabhiii!" Ayesha exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

"Kya rang hai, kya roop hai, aur aapke gaal laal hai! Per kyu? Fever hai kya?" she asked, her tone a mix of concern and playful teasing.

Manisha's cheeks were indeed a shade darker, but she quickly denied any illness. "Nahi, nahi, wo...," she stammered.

Ayesha's grin widened, catching on immediately. "Wo wo bhaiya ka kamaal hai, kyu bhabhi?" She winked, leaning in closer. "Waise, kaha chupe hue hai wo?"

Manisha, embarrassed and flustered, whispered, "He left."

"Hein, kb kaise?" Ayesha asked, surprised.

"Balcony se," Manisha whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ayesha couldn't help but laugh softly at the secretive escape Aryan had made, clearly to avoid the bustle and teasing that came with being the groom.

Realizing there was still much to do, Ayesha composed herself. "Thik hai, bhabhi, main ja rahi hoon guests ko attend karne. Aap jaldi ready ho jao. Aaj ke raat aapko sabse zyada chamakna hai," she said, giving Manisha a supportive smile before leaving the room to tend to her guests.

As Ayesha stepped out of Manisha's room, the reality of the evening ahead began to settle in. The reception was going to be grand, and she knew she had to be on top of everything, ensuring all went smoothly.

But amidst all the planning and running around, a part of her still lingered on Ashish, and the look of unease he carried. There was something there, something she needed to understand.

But for now, her focus had to be on making this night memorable for everyone.

Vihaan's POV:

As we arrived, I immediately spotted my mother heading off to meet Manisha.

I wanted to follow, but she waved me off with a casual, "Abhi wo tayar ho rahi hogi, aap usse jab wo aayegi stage par tab mil lena."

Seriously? I had to wait to meet my own sister on her big day?

Frustrated, I scanned the room, noticing everyone busy with last-minute preparations. Even my secretary, Aastha, was standing by me, looking a bit out of place amidst the family hustle.

"Miss Aastha," I called, trying to keep things light.

"Yes, sir?" she responded, her tone still formal.

I sighed, "You don't need to be so formal here. It's a family event. Feel free to roam around and mingle with everyone."

She nodded, "Of course, sir. Thank you."

As Aastha moved off to explore, I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the impatience. All I could do now was wait, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the moment I'd finally see Manisha. The anticipation was killing me.Vihaan's POV:

I was just beginning to relax when suddenly, I felt a familiar, unwelcome presence by my side. Kanak. She clung to my arm like a leech, her grip tight .I could feel my irritation rising instantly.

"Oh God," I thought, trying to maintain my composure, "I hate this."

"Heyyy, Vihaan!" she chirped, her voice sugary sweet, but to me, it was like nails on a chalkboard.

I stiffened, feeling her grip on my arm tightening, and I could barely keep the coldness out of my voice as I said, "Kanak, remove your hands."

She blinked, taken aback by the harshness in my tone. "But, Vihaan, I was just-"

"Now," I cut her off, my voice low and firm. The last thing I needed today was her clinging to me and making a scene.

Kanak hesitated for a moment, her face faltering as she slowly let go of my arm. I stepped back slightly, putting some much-needed distance between us.

"Look, Kanak," I started, trying to keep my tone steady, "This is a family event, and I'd appreciate it if you respected my space."

She pouted, clearly not happy with my response, but I didn't care. I wasn't in the mood for her antics today-or any day, for that matter.

Without waiting for her to respond, I turned away, scanning the room for a more welcoming presence, maybe Aastha or even one of my cousins. Anyone but her.

The day was supposed to be about Manisha and the family, not dealing with clingy people who couldn't take a hint.

As I walked away, I could feel Kanak's eyes on me, but I didn't look back. I had more important things to focus on-like getting through this evening without losing my temper again.

As I tried to navigate through the crowd, my thoughts were solely on finding her. I whispered under my breath, "Where is she?"

Suddenly, Krish appeared out of nowhere, practically jumping in front of me. "You're looking for me?" he teased, his grin unmistakable.

I shot him a frustrated look. "No, I'm not. If you don't know the difference between 'she' and 'he,' then maybe I need to start explaining genders to you."

Krish chuckled. "So who is this 'she' you're talking about?"

I rolled my eyes, exasperated. "Shut up."

Krish laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Oh hi, Ayesha," he said, glancing behind me.

I spun around quickly, my head jerking as if it might snap off, but the spot was empty. I sighed in annoyance.

Krish's laughter echoed behind me. "Heheh, you're too easy."

I shot him a mock glare. "Stop laughing like that."

Ignoring him, I resumed my search, but Krish kept pace beside me. "Acha, listen up. If you're looking for Ayesha, I can help you find her."

I looked at him and asked, "You know where she is?"

"Of course," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "But first, you need to answer one question."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"Why are you so desperate to find her?" Krish teased.

I shook my head, trying to keep my irritation in check."Because...

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मैंने हारा,
मैं तेरा सारा मैं मीठा मीठा तू,
हां खरा खरा मैं तेरा सारा मैं,
सारा मैं मैंने हारा,
मैं तेरा सारा मैं मीठा मीठा~

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Vihaan's POV

"Because..." I trailed off.

"Because...?" Krish repeated, pressing for more.

"Why would I tell you?" I shot back, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.

His mouth hung open in shock, eyes wide. "Bitch, I'm your best friend!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," I replied nonchalantly.

"Then spill it-why are you searching for bhabhi?" he persisted.

My head snapped toward him, and I glared. "She's not your bhabhi," I said firmly, adding in my mind, yet.

"So here comes the newly wedded couple," Suhani shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

I turned to the side and saw my sister and Aryan walking toward the stage. A small, genuine smile spread across my face as I watched my little sister, glowing with happiness.

Then, my gaze shifted to her. The sight of her took my breath away. Her peach-colored dress was exquisite, flowing elegantly around her.

The fabric shimmered subtly under the lights, accentuating her grace and poise. The way the dress hugged her figure, yet fell softly to the floor, was captivating.

Her hair was styled perfectly, framing her face and highlighting the soft glow of her makeup. She looked effortlessly radiant, as though she had stepped out of a dream.

"Beautiful," I whispered to myself, unable to tear my eyes away.

"Yaa," Krish's voice broke through my reverie.

I turned to him, expecting to see his reaction to Ayesha. Instead, I noticed he was gazing at Shristi.

A surge of irritation flared up inside me. I was ready to confront him, thinking he was talking about Ayesha, and my temper was on the edge. But then I realized Krish's admiration was for Shristi, not Ayesha.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and refocused on the elegant figure in the peach dress, letting my annoyance dissolve as I admired her from afar.

Author's POV:

Meanwhile, Ashish was deep in conversation with Dhirendra, discussing the details of the evening. Their talk flowed smoothly until something caught Ashish's attention, causing his words to falter.

His eyes were drawn to Ayesha as she entered the room, her presence immediately commanding his focus. There was a noticeable change in his demeanor-his gaze softened, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of admiration that hadn't been there moments before.

Dhirendra, ever observant, noticed the shift in Ashish's expression and couldn't help but smile to himself.

The quiet admiration in Ashish's eyes confirmed what Dhirendra had known all along-he had made the right choice for his daughter.

Dhirendra raised an eyebrow, noticing the faint blush creeping up Ashish's cheeks. "You look flushed, Ashish. Any particular reason?" he asked, his tone teasing yet curious.

Ashish cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "No, Uncle... it's just... the reception, the crowd... I guess it's just a bit overwhelming," he stammered, avoiding direct eye contact.

Dhirendra chuckled softly, clearly not buying the excuse. "Is that so? Or could it be that someone in particular caught your eye?" He glanced meaningfully in Ayesha's direction.

Ashish's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. "N-no, Uncle, nothing like that," he insisted, though his flushed face betrayed him.

Dhirendra laughed warmly, patting Ashish on the shoulder. "Don't worry, son. Just know that some things are worth a little attention," he said, his tone carrying a hint of encouragement as he left the statement lingering in the air.

As Dhirendra walked away, Ashish stood there, his smile slowly fading as he saw Ayesha approaching.

The familiar scent of strawberries filled the air, a fragrance that seemed to announce her presence even before she reached him.

Ashish's gaze was fixed on her, his attention drawn to the way her lips moved as she spoke. He wasn't really hearing the words, lost instead in the way her lips turned up and down, forming each syllable with such effortless grace.

There was something mesmerizing about the way she carried herself, the way every gesture seemed to hold a quiet elegance.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last as she drew closer.Ayesha's voice cut through the daze that had enveloped Ashish.

"Tum sun bhi rhe ho?" she asked, her brows furrowing in concern. "Aunty is calling you from the last 10 minutes. But Aap pta nhi kis duniya mai khoye hue hain."

Ashish, jolted from his reverie, blinked and replied, "Hm... I am going." He began to turn away, intent on responding to the call.

But before he could move further, Ayesha's hand shot out, catching his wrist with a firm grip. "Kya hua?" she asked, her tone soft but insistent.

Ashish looked at her, confused by the sudden interruption. "Hn...?"

Ayesha's eyes searched his face, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Tu mujhse kuch chupa raha hai. I can feel it."

Ashish's heart skipped a beat. He tried to mask his discomfort, but Ayesha's perceptive gaze made it clear that she could see through his facade.

The vulnerability in her voice, combined with the warmth of her touch on his wrist, made it impossible for him to brush off her concern.

"Btao..." Ayesha urged, her voice firm yet gentle.

Ashish gave a teasing, fake smile and replied, "Kya batau?"

"Abhi jo maine pucha," she said, her patience wearing thin.

"Kya pucha?" Ashish asked, his tone intentionally playful.

Ayesha's frustration bubbled over. "Ashuuu!" she whined, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and affection.

Ashish couldn't help but mimic her tone, his smile widening. "Sugarrr..."

"Go now, I won't ask you," Ayesha said, releasing his wrist and turning away.

"Acha acha, sorry sorry, ruk ja," Ashish said, grabbing her wrist gently to stop her.

"I was worried about some office work," he explained.

Ayesha looked at him with a skeptical expression but seemed to trust his words. Just as she was about to respond, someone called her name from across the room.

She gave Ashish a brief nod and walked away to attend to the caller.

As Ayesha left, Ashish's gaze lingered on her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her approach Aryan when he called her.

The way she smiled at her brother, the casual ease in their conversation, only seemed to heighten the tension simmering inside him.

But it wasn't until she started walking toward Vihaan that a sharp pang of something-jealousy, frustration, he wasn't sure what-twisted in his chest.

Ashish's eyes remained fixed on Ayesha and Vihaan, his gaze darkening with every passing second.

The way Ayesha leaned in close to Vihaan, whispering something that made him smile, sent a surge of irritation through him. He didn't understand why, but the sight of them together made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

He gripped the glass of juice in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

When he could no longer bear the sight, he hurled the glass into the dustbin with unnecessary force, the harsh sound echoing his frustration.

As he stood there, seething, Kanak approached him from behind. She noticed his intense focus on the pair and smirked.

"They're looking good together, aren't they?" she said casually, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Ashish's jaw tightened, and he forced himself to tear his gaze away from Ayesha and Vihaan. He glanced at Kanak, trying to mask his emotions, but the tension in his body was hard to hide.

"Yeah... good," he muttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. He could still feel the jealousy simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

Ashish began to walk away, the frustration evident in his stride. But Kanak's voice, laced with playful curiosity, stopped him in his tracks.

"I think they both like each other, or maybe even love," she said, a smirk playing on her lips.

Ashish's jaw tightened, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. "Stop spouting nonsense," he snapped, trying to dismiss the unsettling truth of her words.

Kanak's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had been observant throughout the wedding, noting every interaction and nuance.

Now, she had struck a chord with her observation about Ashish's feelings for Ayesha. Her words had hit the mark, and she relished the power she held over him in this moment.

Kanak's voice was low and deliberate as she took a step closer to Ashish. "I'm telling the truth," she said, her eyes flickering with a mix of challenge and certainty.

Her gaze shifted towards Vihaan and Ayesha, who were walking together, their easy conversation and shared laughter highlighting a connection that seemed more than just friendly.

Then, Kanak's eyes returned to Ashish, who followed her gaze, his expression hardening as he took in the sight.

The tension between them was palpable, the reality of Ashish's feelings for Ayesha becoming increasingly undeniable as he watched them interact. Kanak's smug smile lingered, knowing she had effectively pressed the right button.

Ayesha POV:

I walked towards Bhai, the energy of the reception buzzing around me. "Ayesha ji, can you call Vihaan Bhai here? We didn't get any pictures with him," Bhabhi asked.

"Ji, Bhabhi," I replied, making my way to Vihaan.

I called out, "Oyye!" but he didn't seem to hear over the loud music. I tapped him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention.

He turned, his eyes meeting mine with a teasing smirk. "Hm?"

I felt a flutter as I looked into his eyes, my reflection sparkling there. "Bhabhi is calling you," I said, leaning in a little closer to be heard.

Vihaan grinned, his smirk widening. "I didn't catch that. Care to repeat it?Lemon"

His playful tone and the nickname made me annoyed. I tried again, "Bhabhi wants you for a photo."

Vihaan leaned in, making sure I could hear him over the music. "So, you're here to deliver a message? Or just to see me?"

His teasing gaze made my heart race. "Just delivering the message," I said, trying to keep my composure.

He chuckled, the smirk never leaving his face. "Alright, lead the way."

I pointed towards the stage with a playful smile. "Look, there's the stage, mister."

Vihaan's gaze remained locked with mine. "I can't seem to find it," he said, his voice low and teasing as he continued to look straight into my eyes.

"Chaliye," I said, shaking my head in disbelief at how absorbed he was. His smile widened, and he stood up straight, finally acknowledging my presence.

As we walked together, the noise of the reception faded slightly, allowing for a more comfortable conversation.

We moved through the crowd, his presence next to me making the journey feel lighter. I glanced at him occasionally, noticing how effortlessly he carried himself amidst the chaos.

We reached the area where Bhabhi was waiting. Vihaan greeted her warmly, and I stepped back slightly, content to watch the exchange.

As I watched, Bhabhi enveloped Vihaan in a tight hug, her excitement palpable. He seemed momentarily taken aback, then slowly returned the gesture with a gentle pat on her back.

It was clear he wasn't much of a hugger-his arms remained stiff, and his smile was polite but reserved.

I couldn't help but smile at the contrast between their affectionate display and his reserved nature.

He seemed slightly uncomfortable, but he maintained his composure, clearly valuing the gesture despite his reluctance. The scene felt almost endearing, like a mix of warmth and formality.

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Author's POV

It had been a week since Aryan and Manisha's reception, and life had gradually returned to its usual rhythm.

The celebratory aura had faded, replaced by the hum of daily activities.

The office was no exception. It buzzed with the energy of a new day, and everyone knew what that meant Ayesha was back in full CEO mode.

The atmosphere was lively but professional. A meeting was scheduled with the interior design team, and the excitement was palpable.

Despite her bubbly and extroverted personality outside of work, Ayesha was known in the office for her strict professionalism and high expectations.

She kept her personal and business lives meticulously separate-a split personality, as her team fondly described it. But it was this very trait that earned her the respect and admiration of everyone around her.

Ayesha entered the meeting room, her presence commanding immediate attention.

Dressed in a crisp lavender colour blazer and lavender colour pants, she exuded confidence.

Her gaze swept across the room, acknowledging the designers who were all waiting with their notes, sketches, and samples. The air was thick with anticipation.

"Good morning, everyone," Ayesha began, her tone firm but not unkind. "I trust you've all had a productive week?"

There was a chorus of "Yes, ma'am," and nods around the table.

Ayesha's eyes flicked to the head of the design team, Rohan, who was beaming with enthusiasm.

He was the best in the industry, and Ayesha had handpicked him for this project. Yet, she knew that enthusiasm alone wouldn't cut it.

"Rohan, let's start with your team's proposal," Ayesha said, her voice steady. "I expect nothing short of perfection, as always."

Rohan's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "Of course, ma'am. We've put together a concept that we believe aligns perfectly with your vision."

As Rohan began to present, Ayesha leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable.

She listened intently, her mind analyzing every detail. The team had clearly worked hard, but Ayesha's sharp eye caught a few inconsistencies.

"Wait," Ayesha interrupted, holding up a hand. "This color scheme... it's not what we discussed last time. I recall specifying a more neutral palette for the office spaces."

Rohan hesitated, then quickly responded, "We thought the bolder colors might add energy to the workspace, making it more vibrant and engaging."

Ayesha's gaze hardened, her tone turning slightly colder. "Energy and engagement are important, but we must also consider the brand's identity. Bold doesn't always mean better, Rohan. We need a balance-something that reflects our professionalism while still being inviting."

The room fell silent, tension creeping in as everyone awaited her verdict. Ayesha let the pause linger for a moment before continuing.

"Your creativity is commendable, but we need to stay aligned with the company's vision. Make the necessary adjustments, and let's reconvene tomorrow."

Rohan nodded, visibly relieved that the critique wasn't harsher. "Understood. We'll make the changes and have the revised plan ready by tomorrow."

Ayesha gave a brief nod of approval. "Good. I'm confident you'll deliver."

As the meeting continued, Ayesha's demeanor shifted subtly. When discussing the next steps, she was all business-decisive and clear.

But as the meeting wrapped up, her tone softened, and a hint of her usual warmth returned.

"Thank you, everyone. I appreciate the effort you're all putting in," Ayesha said, her strictness giving way to a small, genuine smile.

The team exchanged relieved glances as they gathered their materials. They were used to Ayesha's demanding nature, but they also knew that she never demanded anything from them that she wouldn't demand from herself.

It was this duality that made working for her both a challenge and a privilege.

As Ayesha left the room, the buzz of activity resumed. The designers were already discussing the revisions, inspired by the challenge she had laid before them.

Ayesha, meanwhile, felt a sense of satisfaction. The meeting had gone as she expected-strict, productive, and ultimately, motivating.

Meanwhile, Vihaan sat at his desk, surrounded by a quiet, focused atmosphere.

The stark contrast between his workspace and Ayesha's lively office was palpable.

Vihaan thrived in silence, where every decision was calculated, every move planned with precision.

The past week had been a blur for him. After the reception, where he had kept his usual distance, Vihaan found himself thinking more about Ayesha than he would have liked to admit.

She was a whirlwind of energy and emotion, the complete opposite of his cold, introverted demeanor.

Yet, something about her intrigued him, kept pulling at the edges of his usually controlled mind.

He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. Vihaan had been reviewing a series of proposals for an upcoming project-a major deal that could potentially redefine his company's position in the market.

He was meticulous, analyzing every detail with a critical eye, unwilling to leave any room for error.

But as he skimmed through the documents, his mind betrayed him, wandering back to Ayesha.

He recalled her vibrant presence at the reception, the way she had effortlessly commanded attention, not just with her beauty, but with her confidence and charm.

He hadn't seen that side of her firsthand, but he could imagine it-her strict professionalism, her sharp wit, the way she could likely turn the atmosphere in a room from light-hearted to serious with just a few words.

A small, almost imperceptible frown creased Vihaan's forehead. He was a man of control, someone who never let his emotions dictate his actions.

And yet, here he was, letting thoughts of Ayesha distract him from his work. It annoyed him, this vulnerability, this unfamiliar territory.

A soft knock on the door snapped him back to the present. Aastha, his secretary, entered the room, carrying a folder.

"Sir," she began, her tone respectful, "the final contracts for the project are ready for your approval."

Vihaan nodded, gesturing for her to place the folder on his desk. " I'll go through them shortly."

As she left the room, Vihaan leaned back in his chair, exhaling a slow breath. He couldn't afford to be distracted-not now, not ever.

His company depended on his focus, his ability to stay one step ahead. But no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of Ayesha kept creeping in, unsettling him in ways he didn't fully understand.

Vihaan picked up the folder and began to review the contracts, forcing himself to concentrate.

He buried himself in the work, letting the familiar rhythm of business drown out the noise in his head. But even as he did, he couldn't shake the feeling that Ayesha was slowly becoming a part of that noise-a part he wasn't sure he wanted to ignore.

Ayesha's POV

I was engrossed in a stack of paperwork, the world around me reduced to the sound of the pen scratching against paper and the distant hum of the office when a sharp knock on the door pulled me back to reality. Without looking up, I called out, "Come in."

Ajit entered, holding a sleek card between his fingers. "Ma'am, there's a woman named Kanak Ahuja here to see you. She handed me this card." He placed it on my desk.

I picked up the card, recognizing the name immediately. My brow furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued but tinged with a faint sense of unease.Yai Chudail yaha kyu aaye hai? I thought.

Ajit must have noticed the shift in my expression because his voice cut through my thoughts. "Should we ask her to leave, Ma'am? She doesn't have an appointment."

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "No, I know her. Let her come in."

A few moments later, the door swung open, and Kanak walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

Her expression was a forced sweetness, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she scanned the room. I didn't bother looking up from my desk.

Pata nahi kis manhusiyat ko lekar aaye ho, I thought, allowing her presence to hang in the air for a moment longer.

"So, Kalank-oops, I meant Kanak-what brings you here?" The slip of the tongue was more intentional than accidental, and I could see the flicker of annoyance flash in her eyes.

Kanak's face twisted briefly with disdain, but she quickly masked it with a saccharine smile as she took a seat across from me. "Nice office, Ayesha," she remarked, her tone dripping with insincerity.

I rolled a pen between my fingers, maintaining a calm, collected demeanor. "Let's get to the point, shall we?"

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through me. "I'm here to invite you to my birthday party."

Iski birthday party? Aur mujhe bulane aaye hai? I thought, feeling a pang of suspicion. My good doll of a mind immediately chimed in.

Don't go, Ayesha. She must have planned something. Why else would she invite you?

But then, my devilish side whispered in my ear, Jaa, Ayesha. Let's see what this Rakshasni is up to.

Yes, yes, let's see, I replied internally, already leaning toward the more mischievous option.

No! my good mind protested, but the devilish side promptly silenced it.

"Are you even listening?" Kanak said, breaking my trance.

"Yeah, I'm listening," I replied coolly, giving her a pointed look. "Just thinking about why you would invite me to your party. Any particular reason? Because as far as I know, there's nothing special between us."

Kanak's smile faltered for just a moment, but she quickly recovered. "No particular reason. Just thought it would be nice to have you there."

Nice? My inner voice scoffed. Kanak and nice don't belong in the same sentence.

I leaned back in my chair, eyeing her carefully. "Hmm, well, I'll think about it. But don't get your hopes up."

Kanak's smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she stood up, straightening her dress. "Of course. Just let me know."

As she walked out, her heels clicking again, I felt a mix of curiosity and caution.

Whatever Kanak was planning, I'd be ready for it. After all, she wasn't the only one who could play games.

Timeskip

"Mam, there's a meeting in an hour with Mr. Rajput about the interior design of his company. We should leave early to get there on time," Ajit informed me, his usual serious tone making the whole situation feel far too formal.

I looked up at him, mid-sip from my Frooti, and blinked. "Ajit, do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, ma'am, it's-"

"Frooti o'clock!" I interrupted, holding up the carton with a grin.

Ajit stared at me, clearly trying to maintain his professionalism, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Ma'am, the meeting-"

I waved him off, taking another long sip from the straw. "Relax, Ajit! We have a whole hour.

He sighed, but I caught the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "Very well, ma'am. But after Frooti o'clock, we should leave."

"Deal!" I said, nodding enthusiastically. "Now, go get yourself something to drink. You deserve it for being such a good sport."

Ajit shook his head, still smiling as he turned to leave. As he walked out, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Who knew that a little carton of mango juice could make even the most serious of moments feel light and fun?

As I finished my Frooti, I thought about how lucky I was to have people around who tolerated my quirks. After all, life was too short not to enjoy the small things-like a cool sip of Frooti before a big meeting.

Vihaan's POV

"Please, Vihaan, you have to come! It's my birthday party!" Kanak pleaded, her voice grating on my already frayed nerves.

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my irritation in check. "Kanak, I said I'm busy," I replied in a cold, clipped tone, hoping she'd get the hint.

"But just look at the venue," she persisted, oblivious to my mood. "It's exactly the way you like it." She turned her laptop toward me, displaying pictures of the hotel and the birthday theme she'd meticulously planned.

As she rambled on, something suddenly got into my eye. I started rubbing it, trying to get it out.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern lacing her voice as she stood up from her chair.

"Yeah, it's just something in my eye," I muttered, pulling out my handkerchief from my pocket.

"Let me help you check," she offered, walking toward me with a determined look.

"No, I'm fine," I insisted, waving her off.

"Come on, Vihaan, I'm just trying to help," she persisted, now standing too close for

She leaned in, her face just inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin. The proximity was uncomfortable, and I instinctively started to pull back, about to tell her to step away when the door creaked open.

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Ayesha's POV

As we entered the building, a polite employee greeted us and led the way to the meeting room where my team would set up.

The rest of my employees followed her as I trailed slightly behind, checking my phone. Just as we reached the elevator, she turned to me with a courteous smile.

"Ma'am, Aastha Mam mentioned that Boss would like to have a quick discussion with you before the meeting. If you could follow me to his cabin?"

I nodded, my mind shifting gears as I prepared for the unexpected meeting with Vihaan ji.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand, and I saw that it was Mumma calling. I couldn't ignore her, so I picked it up.

"Mumma, I'm at work right now. Is everything okay?" I asked softly, trying to focus on both the conversation and the hallway we were walking down.

We were nearing Vihaan's office when I noticed Aastha standing up from her desk with a worried expression.

She was walking briskly towards me, her concern evident. But Mumma's words were important, and I couldn't just cut her off. I gave Ajit a quick glance, gesturing for him to  talk to her.

He understood immediately, nodding and moving forward to speak with Aastha.

I continued talking to Mumma as I reached the door of Vihaan Ji's cabin. My hand paused on the handle for just a moment before I pushed it open.

The sight that greeted me inside felt like a punch to the gut. Kanak was there, leaning far too close to him, her face almost touching his. They looked like they were...kissing?

My heart dropped, a heavy weight settling in my chest. The pain was immediate, sharp, and unbearable. It was as if someone had reached inside and squeezed my heart until it couldn't beat properly anymore.

My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I felt frozen in place.

I barely heard Mumma's voice on the phone anymore; everything around me faded into the background.

The only thing I could focus on was the scene in front of me-Him and Kanak, so close together, so intimate. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, but the hurt was too overwhelming.

It wasn't just sadness; it was a deep, aching pain that I hadn't expected. I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. This wasn't the time or place to break down.

But no matter how hard I tried to control it, the emotion was there, raw and undeniable. My heart hurt in a way that I hadn't thought possible. I wanted to look away, to unsee what I had just witnessed, but my eyes were glued to the scene, unable to move.

Finally, I found the strength to turn away, shutting the door quietly behind me. My mind was a whirl of confusion and hurt, and all I wanted was to escape this suffocating pain. I needed to compose myself, to push through this overwhelming wave of emotions, but it felt impossible.

As I stood there in the hallway, Mumma's voice finally broke through my haze, bringing me back to reality.

I quickly ended the call, my hands trembling slightly as I struggled to regain my composure.

This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, the truth was that my heart was aching, and I didn't know how to stop it.

The sight of them together was still burning in my mind, and each step felt like I was dragging a heavy weight behind me. I walked towards Ajit, my breath shaky, trying to steady myself.

"Ajit," I huffed, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

He looked at me with concern, his eyes scanning my face for any clue about what was wrong. "Mam? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of worry.

I shook my head, trying to find the right words. "I... I'm leaving. I-I'm not feeling well. Just... handle everything here."

Ajit's expression deepened with concern as he took a step closer. "Ayesha, what happened?" he asked gently, clearly sensing that something was terribly wrong.

I clenched my fists, fighting back the wave of emotions threatening to spill over. "Just do as I said, Ajit. " I managed to say, my voice firmer this time, though still shaky.

He hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between his worry for me and his duty to follow my instructions.

But finally, he nodded, understanding that now wasn't the time to press further. "Of course, Mam. I'll take care of everything."

Without another word, I turned and walked away, my heart still heavy with the image of what I had seen. All I wanted was to escape, to be anywhere but here, and to find a way to numb the pain that was ripping through my chest.

I slammed the car door shut, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. "Why am I feeling this pain? Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling as I tried to hold back the storm of emotions raging inside me.

As I started the car, the tears I had been desperately trying to hold back began to spill over, blurring my vision. I wiped at my eyes, but the tears kept coming, hot and relentless.

"I shouldn't feel this way," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Why... why does it hurt so much? I-I don't even like him, then why-" My words caught in my throat, choked off by a sob that I couldn't suppress any longer.

I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, the weight of what I had seen crashing down on me like a tidal wave. It didn't make sense. Why did it feel like my heart was shattering into a million pieces when I'd been so sure that I didn't care?

But the pain was real, and it was tearing me apart.

Author Pov

Vihaan shoved Kanak aside, his jaw clenching tightly in frustration. "Fuck, goddammit, stay away!" he snapped, his voice laced with anger. The irritation in his tone was undeniable as he glared at her, but his mind was already elsewhere.

His eyes darted towards the door just as Ayesha walked out, her face pale and her steps hurried. Panic flared up inside him, and without another word to Kanak, he rushed to the door, throwing it open.

His heart pounded in his chest as he spotted Ajit standing nearby. "Ajit!" Vihaan's voice was sharp, demanding answers.

Ajit turned to face him, his expression tense. "Yes, sir?"

"Where's Ayesha?" Vihaan asked, his voice low but urgent.

Ajit's face fell slightly as he replied, "She left, sir. She said she wasn't feeling well and asked me to handle everything here."

Vihaan's heart sank. He could see the distress in Ayesha's eyes when she walked out, and now knowing that she left because of what she saw made his guilt deepen.

"Damn it," Vihaan muttered under his breath. He had to talk to her, explain what really happened. But the thought of her walking away, hurt and confused, tore at him.

He didn't know why it mattered so much to him, but the idea of Ayesha being upset because of him was unbearable.

Without wasting another second, he turned back to Aastha. "Cancel the rest of my meetings for the day. " His tone was resolute, leaving no room for argument.

Aastha nodded, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary arrangements, while Vihaan hurried out of the office, determined to make things right.

Ayesha’s car came to a halt by a small, bustling stall adorned with colorful containers of pani puri ingredients. She wiped her tears away and stepped out of the vehicle, her resolve to distract herself from the pain evident despite her shaking hands.

Approaching the stall, she took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. “Uncle, tikhi pani puri,” she said, her words coming out in a choked whisper.

The vendor, a kindly old man with a warm demeanor, looked up from his work. “Ji beta,” he replied, preparing her order with practiced hands.

As he handed her the plate, Ayesha’s distress was palpable. She looked at him with urgency. “Uncle, tikhi matlab jante ho aap? Tikhi aur mirch daalo isme. Zyada spicy bana do, please.”

The vendor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her insistence for extra spice. Nearby patrons started to glance over, puzzled by her unusual request.

Ayesha, barely noticing the attention, took a bite of the spicy pani puri. Her face contorted as the intense heat hit her, but she didn’t falter.

She turned back to the vendor, her voice strained but determined. “Uncle, aur ek plate tikhi pani puri! Aur zyada mirch!”

The vendor, though still slightly bemused, complied, adding an extra generous amount of spice. As Ayesha devoured the fiery pani puri, her tears mixed with the tangy, spicy flavor, her every bite an attempt to burn away the deep ache in her heart.

The onlookers continued to watch with a mix of concern and curiosity, noting her insistence on more spice, her focus clearly on numbing her feelings with the fiery sensation rather than on the strange looks she was receiving.

Vihaan’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he sped down the road, his mind racing just as fast. The encounter with Kanak had left him frazzled, but the sight of Ayesha’s tearful departure had shaken him to his core. He needed to find her, and quickly.

In his frustration, he fumbled with his phone and dialed Krish’s number, barely containing his agitation.

“Hello, bro—” Krish’s voice was cut off abruptly by Vihaan.

“Send me Shristi’s phone number. Now!” Vihaan snapped, his voice taut with urgency.

“Wait, what happened?” Krish’s confusion was evident.

“Tu phone number bhejega ya mai kisi aur ko bolu?” Vihaan demanded, his anger palpable.

His eyes darted around as he maneuvered through traffic, trying to stay focused on the road while his mind was elsewhere.

“Ha, bhej raha hu,” Krish replied, sensing the gravity of the situation and quickly sending the number.

Vihaan disconnected the call without another word and dialed Shristi’s number, his heart pounding as he awaited her response.

He knew he had to act fast; whatever was going on with Ayesha needed to be addressed immediately.

“Hello?” Shristi’s voice came through after a few rings, puzzled.

“Shristi, it’s me. Is Ayesha with you?” Vihaan’s tone was sharp, tinged with desperation.

“No, what happ—” Shristi started to ask, but Vihaan cut her call abruptly, already dialing another number.

“Hello,” Vihaan said, his voice clipped and urgent. “I’m sending you a phone number. Track it immediately and send me the location.”

He sent the number and disconnected the call, his frustration mounting. He needed to find Ayesha and make sure she was okay, no matter what it took.

Ayesha continued to devour the pani puri, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks flushed with both the heat of the spicy food and her emotions. The pani puri man watched her with growing concern.

“I’m sorry, beta,” he said gently. “I can’t serve you anymore.”

Ayesha looked up, her face a mix of confusion and distress. “Arey, aise kaise? Main to aapko paise de rahi hoon na. Khilaye phir.”

The man shook his head, his eyes sympathetic. “It’s not about the money. It’s just… I can see you’re going through something, and I don’t want to make it worse.”

Despite her turmoil, Ayesha managed a shaky smile and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Thank you, uncle. I just needed this… I’m sorry for the trouble.”

With a final glance at the pani puri stall, she wiped her tears and got back into her car, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

As Ayesha was about to get back into her car, a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

“Ayesha…”

She turned around, her heart pounding, but the figure’s face remained shrouded in shadow.

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Ayesha's POV

I tried to hold it together, I really did. But the second I turned around and saw Vihaan standing there, all my defenses crumbled. My eyes widened in surprise, and I could feel the tears welling up again, threatening to spill over. Of all the people to run into right now, why did it have to be him?

His expression softened when he saw me, but that only made it worse. The concern in his eyes, the way he looked at me as if he could see right through me-it was too much.

My face was probably a mess, all red and puffy, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to disappear.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I stammered, quickly trying to wipe away the tears. My voice cracked, and I forced a smile, hoping he'd buy it.

"Actually, kuch kaam tha, isliye..." I could barely get the words out. They sounded hollow, even to my ears.

But the tears wouldn't stop. They just kept falling, no matter how much I tried to blink them away. I let out a small, shaky laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Abhi pani puri kha rahi thi, and uncle ne zyada tikha bana diya, isliye..." My voice trembled, betraying the calm I was trying to fake.

Vihaan's eyes didn't leave my face. He was watching me so intently, and I knew he didn't believe a word I was saying. But I couldn't stop. I kept babbling, hoping that if I just kept talking, I wouldn't completely break down in front of him.

"Ayesh-it's not like you think, I mean-" he started, but I couldn't let him finish. I didn't want to hear any excuses or explanations.

"No, no-Vihaan ji, you don't need to explain to me," I said quickly, cutting him off. My voice wavered, but I forced another smile, trying to make it seem like I was totally fine.

"I mean, why would you explain it to me?"

My eyes were filling up with tears again, but I kept smiling, kept pretending.

"And I'm really happy for you," I continued, even though it felt like each word was a knife twisting in my chest. "You found your match, and I know you don't want to tell anyone, that's why you're here." I nudged him lightly, trying to make it all seem like a joke, like I wasn't hurting as much as I was.

"Fine, I won't tell anyone about her and you," I added, forcing a thumbs up as if that could somehow make everything better. But my voice broke, and before I knew it, the tears were streaming down my face, faster than I could wipe them away.

"And-" I tried to say more, but my throat closed up, and I couldn't hold it together any longer. The sobs I'd been holding back came rushing out, and no matter how much I tried to stop them, they just kept coming.

"Ayesha, shaant rahengi aap?!" Vihaan snapped suddenly, his voice sharp. I froze, my sobbing stopping for just a second as I looked up at him, shocked. My lips trembled, and the tears that had slowed started falling again, even harder this time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said quickly, his voice softer now. "I didn't mean to shout."

But I couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "I just... I know you like her... and you don't have to explain anything to me! I mean, why would you? It's not like... it's not like-" My words came out in a rush, broken and barely making sense. The tears were falling so fast now that I could hardly see his face, everything was just a blur.

"Ayesha," Vihaan said, his voice firm but gentle. "You've got it wrong. It's not like that with Kanak, alright? I don't care about her like that."

I looked up at him, confused. "But you... I thought..."

"God, Ayesha," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, looking more frustrated with himself than with me. "You think I like her? You think that's what this is about?"

I sniffled, still trying to make sense of what he was saying. His words didn't match up with what I'd been thinking, and it was throwing me off balance.

"Listen," he said, his voice lower now, almost gruff, "I'm not good at this, okay? I don't... talk about feelings. But you've got to understand... it's not Kanak. It's never been Kanak."

I blinked up at him, my tears slowing as I tried to process what he was saying. If it wasn't Kanak, then who...?

"It's you," he blurted out suddenly, his voice rough and unsteady. "You're the one who's been driving me insane, alright? It's you I think about, not her. It's always been you, Ayesha."

I just stared at him, completely speechless. My mouth fell open, but no words came out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He liked... me?

"I didn't mean to shout," he said again, his voice quieter now, almost apologetic. "But you need to stop assuming things that aren't true. Especially about me and Kanak. Because... because I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the uncertainty, and it made my heart ache. I had been so wrong, so completely and utterly wrong. And now, standing here in front of him, I didn't know what to say, what to do. All I knew was that everything had just changed between us, and I had no idea where we would go from here.

I blinked, the world around me feeling strangely surreal. "Wait... this isn't a dream, right? Ye sapna toh nahi," I thought, my mind spinning with confusion. But before I could make sense of anything, the scene around me began to blur.

"Ayeshhhaaaa, ma'am!"

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My eyes snapped open to find Ajit standing beside my desk, looking at me with wide eyes. My brows furrowed as I tried to shake off the remnants of the dream.

I quickly wiped the tears from my face, feeling a little disoriented. "Ajit... what...?"

"Mam, you were crying and mumbling something, then smiling and crying again," Ajit said, clearly both confused and concerned.

I stared at him for a moment, trying to process what he just said. Then, it all came rushing back-the dream, the tears, and Vihaan...ji "Oh God," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

Ajit looked at me, still puzzled. "Are you okay, ma'am? You were really getting into whatever you were dreaming about."

I let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... a very weird dream." I shook my head, still wiping my face as I tried to compose myself. "Thanks, Ajit. You can go now."

He hesitated, still looking at me with a mix of curiosity and concern, but eventually, he nodded and walked out of the cabin, leaving me alone to deal with the remnants of my dream. As the door closed behind him, I leaned back in my chair, letting out a sigh.

Suddenly, I glanced at my laptop screen and realized a K-drama-the same K-drama I must have been watching before I dozed off.

The scene on the screen was uncannily similar to my dream, right down to the dramatic dialogue. "No way..." I whispered to myself, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Great, just great," I whispered, now realizing why my dream had felt so familiar. The drama's plot had seeped into my subconscious, twisting it into that ridiculous scenario with Vihaan ji.

Quickly, I shut the laptop with a snap, as if that could erase the mortifying dream from my memory. "I really need to stop watching these dramas at office." I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

But seriously, how could I dream something like that? I mean, out of all the possible dreams in the world... aisa sapna aane se acha hai sapna hi na aaye... bhai sahab!

I buried my face in my hand. I shook my head in disbelief. "Koi aur option nhi tha kisi aur insaan ke sath ajata dream." I whispered to myself, chuckling at how ridiculous it all was.

I leaned back in my chair, throwing my hands up in mock defeat. "God, if you're up there, can we please work out a better dream arrangement? I'll take literally anything else-flying, talking animals, even getting chased by a giant pani puri-just not this," I said, trying to bargain with the universe, fully aware of how absurd I sounded.

Timeskip

As I headed home on my bike, the cool evening breeze helped clear the last remnants of that bizarre dream. I parked the bike and tossed the keys to Sonu Chacha, our ever-reliable worker who's been with our family since I was a kid .

"Where's Bhaiya?" I asked, shaking off the day as I walked toward the house.

"Aryan Sahab has gone for dinner with Bahurani," Sonu Chacha replied, his tone as warm and familiar as always.

I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips at the thought of Bhaiya and Bhabhi out together. "And Mummy Papa?" I asked, glancing around the quiet house.

"They're at some party. They said they might be late," Sonu Chacha informed me as he went about his work.

"Ah, I see," I said, feeling the emptiness of the house a bit more keenly. "Looks like it's just you and me tonight, Chacha. What's for dinner?"

Sonu Chacha chuckled, "Aapko jo kahiyega wohi banega, Bitiya."

"Chacha, how about we make some parathas and chai? But make sure to add a little extra namak this time." I said, smiling at him as I kicked off my shoes. "And you make whatever you like for yourself, okay?"

"Thik hai, Bitiya," Sonu Chacha replied with a warm smile, already heading towards the kitchen.

I peeked up the stairs, feeling a little mischievous as I slowly walked towards my room. The house was so quiet, and for a moment, I just enjoyed the stillness, the familiar creaks of the floorboards as I moved.

I couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief knowing everyone was out, leaving me to enjoy a peaceful evening.

After changing into a thin strap top and shorts, I threw on an oversized shirt to make myself a bit more presentable before heading downstairs. The smell of parathas and chai wafted through the air as I entered the kitchen, making my stomach grumble.

Sonu Chacha had already set the table with a steaming cup of chai and perfectly golden parathas.

Taking a seat and grabbing a paratha. The first bite was heavenly-crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, with just the right amount of salt. I dipped it into the chai, savoring the simple yet comforting meal.

We chatted a bit, mostly me teasing Sonu Chacha about his secret ingredient in the parathas, but soon enough, I was full and content. "Chacha, aap bhi khana kha lena, okay?" I said, giving him a small pat on the back before heading back upstairs.

Once in my room, I tossed the oversized shirt onto the couch and flopped onto my bed with a sigh. "Huff..." I exhaled, feeling the tiredness settle in after the long day. I stared up at the ceiling, letting my thoughts drift as the comforting weight of sleep began to pull me under.

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Ayesha POV

Today, I’m headed to one of my greatest clients and friends, Avyansh’s Grih Pravesh ceremony. Or should I say mansion?
Avyansh really knows how to live it up, but his wife is amazing, and despite everything, I couldn’t say no to his invitation.

I asked my family to join me, but of course, nobody was free. Maa had some work, Papa and Bhai were busy with their commitments, and Bhabhi... well, let’s just say she got her period.

Not exactly the best timing. I even tried to drag Shristi along, but she’s swamped with her café. So, it looks like it’s just me going solo.

I’m wearing a full-sleeved dark blue georgette Anarkali today, with blue emerald earrings to match. I tied my hair in a messy bun—because, you know, chic and effortless is the vibe I’m going for.

As I arrived, the driver uncle gave me a polite nod and left. I walked up to the grand entrance, feeling a bit self-conscious but excited. There’s something both thrilling and nerve-wracking about being solo at a big event.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside, trying to shake off the feeling of being slightly out of place. The house was as magnificent as expected, with a warm, inviting ambiance that made me feel both awestruck and comforted.

I made my way through the bustling crowd, looking for familiar faces and hoping that I wouldn’t end up standing awkwardly in a corner.

“Okay, Ayesha, just blend in and enjoy the event,” I told myself. “You’ve got this.”

As I scanned the room, I spotted Avantika and Avyansh sitting with the pandit ji, performing the Grih Pravesh puja. Avyansh noticed me and gave a warm smile, which was mirrored by Avantika.

I waved back, feeling a bit more at ease seeing their friendly gestures. Just then, a deep voice spoke from behind me.

"Aap yaha?" a deep voice spoke from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned around to find Vihaan ji standing there, his expression as unreadable as ever.

He looked at me, his hazel eyes reflecting a hint of curiosity. My gaze fell on his attire—a blue kurta. Wait, he was also wearing blue? Matching with me?

"Ji?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure despite the little surprise at our accidental coordination.

"You here too?" He asked again, bending a little to catch my eye. "Bina invitation ke aaye ya invitation ke sath?" he teased, his lips curling up into a slight smirk.

I glared at him, crossing my arms defensively. "Invitation ke sath, for your kind information," I shot back, unwilling to let him have the upper hand in this conversation.

"Mujhe laga bina invitation ke," he said, feigning surprise with a dramatic tilt of his head.

"Aap kyu aaye hai yaha? Company mai khadus logo ke liye aaj chutti thi kya?" I retorted, raising an eyebrow. Let's see how he responds to that one.

He opened his mouth to reply, but then he paused, realizing what I had just called him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he composed himself. "Meri company hai," he said with an air of authority, "and I am not khadus, okay?"

I couldn't help but smirk at his reaction. It was rare to catch him off-guard, and the small victory made me feel a bit triumphant. "Ji ji, aap toh bohot friendly hain," I replied sarcastically.

"Haan, bas aapko samajhna hai," he shot back, a hint of amusement in his voice, as if enjoying our little banter.

"Aree beta, apni pati ko bolo thoda side hate," an old lady's voice suddenly cut through the air. I turned to see a old woman gesturing for us to move aside.

Caught off guard, I nodded quickly. "Ji," I responded, then, without thinking, reached out and tugged on Vihaan ji's sleeve. "Please move aside," I said, pulling him gently toward me to make space for the lady.

He looked at me in shock, his eyes wide as if I had just done something utterly unexpected. It was only then that I realized what I had done.

My hand was still clutching his sleeve, and his gaze flickered between my hand and my face. I quickly let go, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood my cheeks.

The old lady moved past us, muttering something about young couples these days. I glanced at Vihaan ji, who was now looking at me with raised eyebrows, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in his eyes.

"Kya?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Ab unko itna kaun explain karne jata."

He stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to process what just happened. "You could have said something else," he finally said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Mere pati banne mein aapko problem hai?" I shot back, raising my chin defiantly. If he was going to tease me, I could do the same.

His eyes widened slightly, and to my utter surprise, his cheeks started to turn red. Was he actually blushing? Really, Vihaan ji? Getting all blushy-blushy right now?

I smirked, crossing my arms and staring at him. "Waise," I added with a teasing lilt to my voice, "aap pehli baar blush karte hue ache lag rahe hain."

He opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it, clearly flustered. He cleared his throat and quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

This was a rare sight indeed, and I couldn't help but feel a small victory at making the usually composed Vihaan ji lose his cool, even if just for a moment.

Timeskip

As we walked toward Avantika and Avyansh, I couldn't help but notice Vihaan ji trailing right beside me. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Aap mere piche piche kyun aa rahe hai?" I questioned, trying to sound as annoyed as possible.

He shot back without missing a beat, "Mai aapke piche piche kyun aaunga?"

"You're following me right now," I insisted, quickening my pace slightly to reach Avantika and Avyansh ahead of him. I could hear him huff behind me, but I ignored it.

Finally, we reached them. "Avantika," I called out, and she turned, her face lighting up as she saw me. She stood up and hugged me warmly.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Vihaan ji shaking hands with Avyansh, exchanging the usual pleasantries.

"Hi," I greeted Avyansh, who gave me a knowing smile. Before he could say anything, Avantika chimed in teasingly, "Humein laga tha you wouldn’t come, workaholic girl."

"Acha?" I replied, rolling my eyes.

Just then, Avyansh turned to Vihaan ji and said, "You know, the interior designer is her. She is my friend Ayesha." He gestured around the beautifully decorated room.

Vihaan ji looked around, his eyes scanning every corner with a critical gaze. He then turned to me with an almost smug expression. "It's not that good though," he remarked casually, making my eyes widen in disbelief.

My temper flared instantly, and I glared at him. "Oh really? Toh aap kyun na firse bana de?" I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest and challenging him with my eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting my comeback. "I didn't mean—" he began, but I cut him off.

"Nahi, nahi," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Agar aapko designs pasand nahi aaye toh aap hi aake redesign karke dikhaiye na. Dekhte hai aap kitne talented hain."

Author POV

Avantika bit her lip, trying hard to suppress her laughter. The exchange was clearly amusing her, though she knew better than to openly laugh at Vihaan's expense.

Avyansh, on the other hand, exchanged a curious glance with Vihaan, who stood there silently for a change.

Normally, if any other girl had challenged him like this, he would have either intimidated her with his icy tone or thrown a cool, cutting remark right back. But now, he just stood there, looking somewhat out of his element.

Intrigued by his friend's unusual reaction, Avyansh leaned closer to Vihaan and whispered, "Tell me, you know her or like her?"

Vihaan shot him a quick glare, clearly caught off guard by the question. "What?" he hissed back, keeping his voice low so that Ayesha and Avantika wouldn't hear.

Avyansh raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a slight smirk. "You never let anyone talk to you like that. Not even for a second. So, what's different this time?"

Vihaan turned his eyes forward, glancing briefly at Ayesha, who was now talking animatedly with Avantika, seemingly unaware of the hushed conversation happening right beside her.

He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, and he mentally cursed himself for being so obvious. "She's... different," he muttered under his breath, still not meeting Avyansh's knowing gaze.

Avyansh let out a soft chuckle. "Different, huh? Well, good luck with that," he whispered, patting Vihaan on the back before stepping forward to join the girls' conversation, leaving Vihaan standing there, his mind swirling with Avyansh's words.

Vihaan quickly composed himself, his face returning to its usual stoic expression. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake off the odd feeling that Ayesha had somehow managed to catch him off guard—a rare feat that no one else had accomplished in a long time.

Timeskip

"Let's go," Vihaan said as he walked toward Ayesha, who was engaged in a cheerful conversation with Maanyata, Avyansh's grandmother.

Maanyata looked at Vihaan with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Vihaan, you didn't tell me she's your girlfriend," she teased, causing Ayesha's eyes to widen in surprise.

"And you, Esha," Maanyata continued, playfully using the nickname she'd just made up for Ayesha, "You also didn't tell me."

"No—" Ayesha stammered, looking flustered. She shot Vihaan a narrow-eyed glare before turning back to Maanyata. "Why should I go with him? He's not my—"

Before she could finish, Vihaan's mind flickered with a sudden idea. He decided to tease her even more. "Look, Dadi," he said with mock frustration, "She's not even willing to come with me.

He glanced at Maanyata, pretending to be genuinely puzzled. Maanyata took the bait, her expression shifting from playful to concerned as she turned to Ayesha.

"Aree, beta, what's this? Why are you being so stubborn? If you two had a fight, talk it out and make things right. Aise kaise chalega?"

Ayesha's eyes widened even further as she realized what Vihaan was doing. "Dadi, it's not like that! He's not my boyfriend—"

Maanyata raised a hand, cutting her off. "Thik hai, thik hai, I understand. You don't want to tell your family yet, right? No problem, I won't tell them," she said with a wink. "Ab khush? Now, go with him and sort out whatever this is. You can't let a little fight spoil your day."

"Dadi, it's not a fight—" Ayesha started, feeling exasperated as Vihaan tried to suppress his smirk.

"Go, go, go," Maanyata insisted, waving her hand as if shooing them off. "You young people and your drama! At least go and calm down a bit, hmm?"

Ayesha opened her mouth to protest again but found herself at a loss for words. Vihaan's smug expression wasn't helping either. Realizing there was no escaping this misunderstanding, she gave Maanyata a resigned look.

"Fine," she muttered under her breath. Turning to Vihaan, she glared at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Immensely," he replied, a grin spreading across his face.

She shot him another glare before reluctantly following him out of the room, Maanyata's satisfied chuckle echoing behind them.

"Aapne aisa kyu kaha?" Ayesha demanded as they walked outside, her eyes burning with irritation.

"Kya kaha?" Vihaan asked, feigning innocence, his face a picture of calmness.

Ayesha glared at him, clearly not amused by his act. "Aap achanak se aise kaise ho gaye?" she shot back, frustration evident in her voice. "Pehle toh aap aise nahi the."

Vihaan smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets casually. "Aapke saath rehne ka natija hai," he replied, giving her a sideways glance.

Ayesha stopped in her tracks, staring at him with disbelief. "Mere saath rehne ka natija?" she echoed, her eyebrows shooting up. "Matlab? Main aapko aise—"

He cut her off, his smirk widening. "Bilkul," he said, nodding. "Aapke saath reh kar thoda mischievous ho gaya hoon. Bad influence, you see."

Ayesha blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. "Bad influence?" she repeated, her voice rising slightly in pitch. "Main aur bad influence? Aap—"

Vihaan held up a hand, enjoying her flustered state.

Ayesha folded her arms across her chest, still glaring at him. "Aapko lagta hai yeh sab mazak hai?"

He shrugged, the smirk still playing on his lips. "Nahi I am serious".

She let out an exasperated sigh, turning her gaze away from him. "Aap na, bilkul impossible ho."

Vihaan chuckled, finally letting a genuine smile slip through. "Shayad," he admitted, his voice softer now, "but you're the only one who makes it so much fun."

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