Chapter 15

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Roohi's POV

Valentine’s Day in medical college was chaotic. The campus buzzed with couples exchanging gifts and shy students mustering the courage to confess their feelings.

I had no expectations from Vihan—after all, Vihan never saw me that way. I braced myself for another year of watching Vihan charm every girl in sight.

And I also knew if that guy in our batch gave me something today, Vihan would get to know, and he would get annoyed with that guy. I was scared that he would punch the poor guy, but I was surprised that no one approached me; I was relaxed as well as upset. Though a few guys kept ogling at me, no one approached me, while Gauravi got gifts and flowers.

But then a small box appeared on my desk miraculously. My heart raced as I opened it, finding a single rose and a note: To the sweetest and the prettiest girl I know. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Oh my God!! It was Vihan's handwriting.

For a moment, I dared to hope that he...

Just then Vihan leaned over with a casual grin. “Oh, that’s from me,” he said.

“For... me?” I stammered, my face heating up.

Was that happening? My heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah,” he said. “You were the only one who didn’t get anything. Thought I’d save you from feeling left out."

What??

Of course. It wasn’t romantic. It was just Vihan being Vihan.

But why did he have to say that??

I swear I didn't know whether I should have thanked him for being considerate or thrown it on his face.

I wanted to scream. He didn’t even realize what he was doing to me, how his kindness felt like a blade against my heart.

Through it all, he remained oblivious. Or maybe he knew and chose to ignore it. Either way, I couldn’t help but love him—the boy who’d been tracing circles on my back since kindergarten, the man who made my heart ache with every smile.

It wasn’t fair. But love rarely is.

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Medical school was supposed to be my chance to shine, to show him I wasn’t just the nerdy girl from next door. But somehow, it only solidified my role as his best friend.

The exams were just around the corner; I thought my chance to get closer to him had finally come. I was one of the top students, and Vihan—well, let’s just say studying wasn’t his point of interest though he was very intelligent, but he paid a lot of attention to silly girls and was always distracted.

I was the one he turned to during all-night study sessions, the one who patiently explained concepts he didn't bother to attend or attend but was not attentive to as he was preoccupied; I was the one who kept him grounded.

“Roohi, you’re a genius,” he said once, his head resting against the pile of books between us.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as he leaned closer to read my notes.

“You’re also really patient,” he added with a grin. “I’d have given up on myself ages ago.”

I also would have... if I could.

“Just focus, Vihan,” I said, tapping his forehead with my pen. “You’re not going to charm your way through exams.”

“Who says I’m not trying to charm you?” he quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief. My heart skipped a beat, but he laughed, and I knew he was joking. He was always joking.

I rolled my eyes but secretly loved every second of it.

Through all these moments—funny, frustrating, and sometimes heart-wrenching—I couldn’t stop loving him. His protectiveness, his teasing, his infuriating obliviousness—it was all part of the Vihan package.

And even though he didn’t see me as anything more than his best friend, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

Because he wasn’t just my best friend. He was my lifeline.

Over the years, my love for him never wavered, but neither did his obliviousness. Every smile, every touch, every playful remark felt like a tiny sliver of hope—and an equally sharp reminder that to him, I was just his best friend.

Despite everything, I couldn’t imagine a life without him. Vihan Rathore was chaos and comfort, laughter and heartbreak, all rolled into one. And though it hurt, I would’ve endured a thousand moments of unrequited love just to stay by his side.

But there were moments when the facade cracked when I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he saw me the way I saw him.

What if, just once, he flirted with me instead of someone else?

What if, just once, he traced those circles on my back because he wanted to, not out of habit?

What if, just once, he loved me back?

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