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My exams will start in January, so for now, I'm updating extra episodes.
There is something in last,
Don't forget to see that...
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~Ruhi's Pov~
Ridith Rahman, the coldest person alive, the boy who barely acknowledges anyone's existence, walked in... carrying Aarna in his arms.
My first reaction? I froze.
My dosa slipped from my hand and landed back on the plate with a loud thud.
Was I dreaming? Did someone spike my sambhar?
I turned to Ishaan, who looked just as stunned as I was.
His mouth hung open, and for the first time, I didn't have the energy to tease him about it.
I blinked hard.
Twice.
Nope, not a dream.
Aarna, very real and very unconscious (or so it seemed), was nestled in Ridith's arms.
How was this even possible?
Ridith.
Aarna.
Together.
Like this?! The math wasn't mathing.
Before Ishaan could voice the million questions running through both our heads, Ridith glared at him and said a firm, cold, "No." Just "No."
As if that wasn't dramatic enough, he turned and began walking upstairs with Aarna still in his arms.
I looked at Ishaan.
Ishaan looked at me.
Then, as if on cue, we both scrambled to follow him, leaving my poor dosa plate behind.
And for the first time, dosq didn't matter. Because what in the world was going on?!
Ridith walked into our room, his usual cold expression plastered on his face, but there was something... softer about him as he gently laid Aarna on the bed.
Ishaan and I stood by the door like statues, too shocked to move, too curious to leave.
Ridith crouched down, his movements deliberate as he removed the YSL heels Aarna had been stubbornly strutting in earlier. His hands moved with such care, as if he was handling something fragile.
Was this really the same Ridith who once told Aarna, 'Stay out of my way'?
But just as he straightened up to leave, Aarna, in her half-asleep state, reached out and grabbed his shirt.
Oh no.
Ridith froze.
Like a deer caught in headlights.
For a split second, his usual composure cracked, and I swore I saw a faint blush creeping up his neck.
"Let go," he muttered softly, but Aarna's grip only tightened.
I could see the panic in his eyes, and honestly, it was hilarious.
"Ridith bhai," Ishaan started, barely hiding his grin.
Before Ishaan could make things worse, Ridith quickly pried her hand away, stood up, and bolted out of the room.
No explanation. No warning. Just... gone.
Ishaan and I exchanged confused glances, still trying to process what had just happened. "Did we just witness Ridith Rahman blushing?" Ishaan whispered, wide-eyed.
But before I could reply, Ishaan shrugged and followed Ridith out, probably to tease him.
I sighed, looking at Aarna, who was now peacefully asleep.
Maybe she just needed rest.
I decided to let her sleep and headed back to the hall.
My poor dosa was still waiting for me.
Picking up the plate, I returned to the room and sat beside Aarna, munching on my dosa. "Now all that's left is for Saanvi to come and add her drama," I muttered, waiting for someone to wake up and explain this madness.
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The house was unusually quiet, but my mind wasn't.
Everyone would be back soon, yet Saanvi was still nowhere to be seen.
I sighed, lost in my thoughts, when a soft knock pulled me back to reality.
Climbing down from the bed, I opened the door-and froze.
Aaditya Malhotra stood there, holding Saanvi in his arms.
Saanvi!
First Ridith, now Aaditya? Was today some kind of unofficial 'carry the girl to the room' day?
Before I could say anything, I noticed Varsha standing behind them, her face stiff, her eyes narrowed.
If jealousy had a dictionary definition, her expression would be on the cover.
Aaditya stepped into the room, carefully laying Saanvi on the bed.
His gaze shifted to Aarna, who was still asleep.
He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly asking for an explanation.
I shrugged helplessly. "I don't know," I admitted.
Before either of us could say more, Varsha, who seemed a little too eager to get Aaditya out of the room, spoke up.
"Let's go, Aadi," she said, her voice dripping with urgency.
But Aaditya's attention wasn't on her.
He noticed Saanvi struggling with her messy hair, which had fallen across her face. Without hesitation, he gently tucked it behind her ear.
His movements were careful, almost... tender.
Then his gaze shifted to her legs, which were awkwardly dangling off the bed.
Aaditya bent down to remove her heels-
Only for Varsha to step in, blocking his way. "I think Ruhi can do all this," she said, her tone sharp. Her eyes flicked to Saanvi, a pointed look of disdain crossing her face.
"Let's go. We have to get ready before everyone comes back. After all the drama she's caused," she added, her words laced with venom.
Drama? What problem did this girl have with Saanvi?
I watched Varsha with narrowed eyes as she all but dragged Aaditya out of the room.
The way she had looked at Saanvi, the smugness in her voice, and that ridiculous tone.
And what does she mean by "the drama Saanvi caused"? If anyone's causing drama, it's her, with that sour attitude and fake concern for Mr NRI.
~Ishaan Pov~
I pushed open the door to Aaditya's room, and as expected, my "Dr. Serious" brother was lost in his books.
His table looked like a crime scene-medical textbooks piled high like a fortress, loose notes scattered like battle casualties, and his stethoscope hanging from the chair like a medal of honor.
He was hunched over his notebook, muttering something about nerves like they owed him money.
"Bro, you'll end up diagnosing yourself with stress syndrome if you don't take a break," I teased, leaning against the doorframe.
"Stress syndrome? doesn't exist," he shot back, not even looking up.
"Whatever. Anyway, we're planning a small meet in the middle of the forest, near farmhouse. You know, Thoda masti, thoda picnic, thoda fun. You should come."
He stopped writing and gave me a skeptical glance. "Me? Join you guys for 'fun'? Please, Ishaan, I have actual work to do."
I leaned against the door and crossed my arms. "Yeah, I know, busy person. You're too busy saving the world from books. But bhai, do you even know what color the sky is? And no, it's not pink! Come, I'll show you-sky, birds, trees, animals, and maybe even some humans, if you're lucky."
Aaditya finally looked up, his eyebrow arching like he was some mahaan scientist. "Sky? Birds? Trees? Animals? Ishaan, I'm not a contestant on Man vs. Wild. Why would I care about all that?"
"Arrey, kyunki tu kitab ke andar ghuske baitha hai! Teri duniya bas yeh biology ke diagrams tak simit ho gayi hai. Kabhi lagta hai, tera future dulhan bhi textbook hogi-chapter 1 se honeymoon aur chapter 5 mein divorce." I said
(Because you've buried yourself inside books! Your world is limited to biology diagrams. Sometimes it feels like your future bride will also be a textbook-chapter 1 will be the honeymoon, and chapter 5 the divorce.)
Aaditya finally stopped writing, his expression one of mild irritation. "Although, who's going?"
That was my cue. I listed off, counting on my fingers. "Me, my darling, Aarna, Ridith, Varsha and bhabhi."
He frowned, confused. "Why is Aarohi bhabhi coming to this stupidity?"
I smacked my forehead for extra effect. "Arrey, not Aarohi bhabhi! But Saanvi bhabhi!"
The pen slipped from his hand, and he gave me a sharp look. "First of all, Saanu is not one of your bhabhis. Second, I was thinking... maybe I should come along."
I froze for a second before breaking into a mischievous grin. "Bhai dokhebazz!"
(Cheater)
His brows knit together. "What now?"
"Tera pehla pyaar science ko chhod ke tu apni Saanu ke paas ja raha hai!" I teased dramatically, clutching my chest like it was a Bollywood scene.
(You're leaving your first love, science, to go to your Saanu!)
"What ?" he said
"Arrey bhai, kyunki Saanvi bhabhi bhi aa rahi hai! Admit it, science ka saara 'chemistry' ab bhabhi ke taraf ja raha hai." I tease
(Arrey bro, because Saanvi bhabhi is also coming! Admit it, all the 'chemistry' from science is now heading towards bhabhi.)
"Out, Ishaan," he groaned, but I could see the small smile tugging at his lips.
"Fine, fine. But be ready at 9. Who knows, you might learn something new about sanskari bhabhis," I said with a wink before walking out, leaving him flustered.
This picnic's going to be fun.
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Dragging Aaditya and Ridith out of the house was a task that could have won me an award."Why are we even doing this?" Aaditya asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Arrey, because life isn't all about books and cold stares. Sometimes, you've gotta enjoy the thandi hawa (cool breeze) and birds chirping," I replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, ignoring their bored expressions.
As we reached the clearing near the pond, I spotted the girls laughing and running around.
There she was, my darling, glowing like sunshine in her perfect white frock.
She was hopping and running around, her laughter filling the air like the sweetest melody. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her-so carefree, so full of life.
How will she look when she plays like this with our kids someday? The thought made me grin like an idiot.
I could almost picture it-her running after a little one with the same joy in her eyes.
our wedding day. She would walk toward me, draped in a stunning red lehenga, her steps slow but confident.
I would lift the sindoor, my hands steady yet trembling with emotion, as I filled the partition of her hair with that sacred red.
Then, I'd tie the mangalsutra around her neck, sealing our bond forever.
A warmth spread across my face, and I realized my cheeks were burning.
Ishaan, control!
As I watched her hopping around near the pond, I couldn't help but admire her playful spirit.
But then, her foot slipped.
My heart dropped as I saw her tumble into the water.
"Oh no, Ruhi!" I was about to dash toward her when I noticed Saanvi and Aarna laughing. They didn't seem alarmed, so I stopped in my tracks, thinking it might just be a harmless splash.
Varsha, on the other hand, stood silently, her face tight with irritation.
She hadn't cracked a smile since they returned from the restaurant.
What was eating her up?
But then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifted.
Saanvi and Aarna's laughter vanished, replaced by panic.
Both of them looked toward the pond, their faces pale.
"Ruhi!" Saanvi exclaimed, her voice laced with fear.
My eyes darted toward the water, and there she was, flailing helplessly, her arms reaching out.
My chest tightened as I realized the situation was serious.
"Oh sh*t!, She doesn't know how to swim!" Aarna screamed, her voice trembling.
Saanvi shouted desperately, "Someone help her!"
Without a second thought, I sprinted toward the pond and dove in.
The cold water hit me, but all I could focus on was reaching her.
She was struggling, her movements frantic as she tried to stay afloat.
"Ruhi, I've got you!" I said, wrapping my arms around her.
Her fingers clung to me like a lifeline as I pulled her toward the shore.
Reaching the edge, I carefully lifted her in my arms and carried her out of the water.
Her face was pale, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps.
She looked at me, wide-eyed, and for a moment, everything else blurred.
"You're safe now," I whispered, setting her down gently on the grass as everyone gathered around her.
My heart was still pounding, but all that mattered was that she was okay.
The water wasn't too deep, but the shock on her face made it seem like she'd just escaped the Titanic.
I glanced around casually and noticed Ruhi.
She stood rooted to the spot, her wide eyes fixed...on me.
More specifically, on my shirt.
Her expression was a mix of horror and shock, as if she had just seen a ghost wearing gym clothes.
Then it hit me: The shirt.
"Darling, why are you staring at me like that? Am I that good-looking?" I teased, smirking.
She snapped out of her trance, her face turning redder than a tomato caught in a traffic jam. "N-no! I wasn't- You-Your shirt-!" she stammered
I looked down at myself and groaned.
My shirt wasn't just wet; it was practically transparent.
You could see everything.
Ruhi spun around, her hands covering her face. "I didn't see anything!" she squeaked, which was the worst lie I'd ever heard.
"Didn't see anything? Really, Darling? Should I jump back in the pool and try again?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"Just go change!" she yelled, still facing the other way. "What is this, a water fashion show?!"
I chuckled as I walked off to grab a towel, hearing her mutter under her breath about "idiots who don't understand basic shirt logic."
Thanks, white shirt.
For making my darling smile like this.
I went back to farmhouse for changing my clothes
I changed into a fresh shirt, feeling slightly better about myself now that I wasn't resembling a contestant in a wet T-shirt contest.
As I strolled back, I looked around for my Ruhi and also bhabhi means Aaditya's Saanu-but they was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, Aarna was sitting with the rest of the gang near a cozy fire they'd set up to fight the November chill.
"Where's my darling?" I asked, hands in my pockets.
Aarna rolled her eyes like I had just confessed to stealing chocolates from a kid. "Your darling, went to change her dress," she said, giving me a smirk that could only mean trouble.
I sighed and plopped down near the fire.
The warmth felt nice, and soon we all got lost in conversation about everything and nothing.
It was one of those moments that felt like a scene from a classic winter evening: laughter, teasing, and stories crackling louder than the fire.
But then curiosity struck. "By the way," I said, breaking the flow, "where were you all last night?"
As soon as the question left my mouth, the atmosphere shifted.
Everyone's laughter faded, their faces going serious as if I'd just uncovered some dark, forbidden secret.
Before I could press further, I heard the sound of soft, rhythmic thuds behind me-like someone hopping along.
I turned around, and there she was.
My Darling.
She was skipping towards us like a child who'd just been promised ice cream, her long scarf flapping in the breeze.
"Come, darling, sit with me," I said, patting the empty spot next to me with a dramatic flourish, my grin wider than it should've been.
She stopped in her tracks, placed her hands on her hips, and gave me that look. "Chal hatt! Sakal dekhi hai apni?"
(Get lost! Have you seen your face?)
Ouch.
my poor heart.
I pretend to wipe away a tear as the group burst out laughing at me.
"It's okay," I told myself, leaning back against the log with a dreamy smile plastered on my face.
One day, we'll get married, and I'll make her my queen.
We'll have seven kids-yes, seven! Enough to start our own cricket team.
I stared at the fire, completely oblivious to the teasing my friends were hurling my way.
In my mind, I was already imagining it:
Ruhi chasing after our kids, yelling at me for spoiling them.
While I sat back and admired the love of my life.
The fire wasn't the only thing warming me that night.
My idiot smile stayed firmly in place, and for once, I didn't care how ridiculous I looked.
Just as I was basking in the warmth of my imaginary life with Ruhi, she plopped herself throwing her scarf around her like some royal cape.
Her voice cut through the conversation, confident and curious, "Although, where were you all last night?"
My heart did a little dance.
My darling mind is so similar to mine! I thought proudly.
We were clearly connected on a deeper level.
Same question,
same timing.
Soulmates for sure.
But just like before, the mood around the fire shifted.
Everyone went quiet again, exchanging those guilty looks people give when they're trying to hide something.
That's when Varsha said "Yes, Aaditya," she said, folding her arms and smirking. "Why don't you tell us where we were last night?"
Aaditya froze mid-sip of his tea, looking like he'd just been caught stealing candy from a kid. "Uh..." he began, scratching the back of his neck.
"Go on," Varsha urged, her tone almost too sweet.
I leaned forward, fully invested now. "Yeah, Aaditya, spill it. What's with all the secrecy?"
After a moment of hesitation and an exchanged glance with Ridith, Aaditya finally gave in. "Fine," he said, sighing dramatically.
"Last night, when Ishaan was sleeping, me and Ridith were..."
~To Be Continued
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~Spoiler Alert~
Saanvi pov~
He sits under the sky, strumming his guitar with ease. His sharp features and messy hair make him hard to ignore. His deep eyes hold a quiet charm, matching the soulful tune he plays. The melody feels as unforgettable as him.
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Aaditya pov~
She has turned me completely red by now, and I can't help but smile like a fool. She stumbled again, but I was quick enough to catch her.
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