Chapter 40

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Roohi's POV

The words stuck in my throat. How was I supposed to explain years of unspoken feelings, of longing and heartbreak? “It’s Vihan,” I blurted out before I could second-guess myself.

The pause that followed was long and heavy, but his response was quicker than I expected. “Vihan? As in Vihan Singh Rathore? The same Vihan who thinks flirting is a sport?”

I nodded, my resolve hardening. “Yes. Him.”

“Vihan?” His face went from concern to confusion in two seconds flat. “What about him? Did he flirt with you? I will beat him.”

" No, Bhai!! "

" No? Then what is the problem?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up. This was going to be harder than I thought. “I want him to stop treating me like his best friend and start seeing me as… well… a girl.”

Ron blinked at me, “Roohi, you’ve always been a girl. What are you talking about?” he smiled.

Why was he doing it to me? He was smart enough to understand what I mean.

I groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “You know what I mean! He flirts with everyone but me! I want him to see me differently.”

Suddenly, the smile fell from Ron’s face. His eyes narrowed, and he sat up straight, folding his arms across his chest. “Wait. Wait just a second. You want him to flirt with you? Are you out of your mind? We would beat him to a pulp if he does that. "

" Bhai! You will not, you promised me that you will give me what I want, right? I want him." I said.

"You’re telling me you want Vihan Singh Rathore, Mr. ‘I-change-girls-like-shirts,’ to notice you as more than his best friend? Are you out of your mind, Roohi?” he asked me in a very high voice with a shocked expression.

I cringed at his tone. I knew this was coming, but still, it stung. “I know his reputation, okay? But it’s not like that between us. I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s not like that with me.”

“Exactly,” Ron said sharply. “He’s not like that with you because he respects you. You’re his best friend, Roohi, not one of his passing flings.”

“And that’s the problem!” I burst out, standing up and pacing the room. “I don’t want to be just his best friend! I’ve been in love with him for years, and he’s so blind he doesn’t even see it. He keeps flirting with other girls right in front of me like it’s nothing! It hurts, Bhai.”

His face hardened instantly, and I rushed to explain. “I just… I need him to notice me, Bhai. Not as his nerdy best friend or the girl he takes for granted. I want him to see me. Really see me.”

He stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His face softened slightly, but the protective big-brother scowl remained firmly in place. “You can’t be serious, Roohi. Vihan’s the last guy you should be falling for. He’s not… he’s not a one-woman man. You know that. Roohi… Vihan’s not exactly boyfriend material. You know that, right?” I said but didn't react.

“I know,” I said softly. “But I also know he’s more than what people think. He’s different with me. He’s kind, and he’s protective, even if he doesn’t realize it. And he matters to me. More than anyone else ever has.” I said, feeling my voice break a little. “I just… I need your help to make him realize that.”

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples like I’d just given him a headache. “You’re asking me to help you get together with a playboy, Roohi. That’s like asking me to hand over my bike to a reckless driver. It’s dangerous. I can't do it. You are my little sister. ”

My heart was pounding. “Bhai, I’ve seen you help so many people with their love lives. You’re like this love guru. Why can’t you help me?” I almost had tears in my eyes.

He let out a deep sigh, staring at me for a long moment before speaking. “Because it’s you, Roohi. You’re my little sister. I can’t just… I can’t let you get hurt. ”

I took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears. I had to make him understand. “Bhai, please, I’ve been hurting for years. Watching him flirt with all these girls, pretending it doesn’t bother me… it’s killing me. I need to at least try. I need to know if there’s a chance.”

" Roohi... He is a playboy... He is with a new girl everyday... How can I trust him with you." He tried to make me understand.

“I’ve been in love with him for years,” I admitted, my voice soft but determined. “  Bhai even you had a reputation of being a playboy and Mehul uncle didn't want you for Mahi bhabhi, but you loved her and you faced everything bravely, Bhai I have also loved Vihan since we were kids, almost two decades." I argued.

"I can’t let him slip away without trying. Not now, not when our families are already pushing me to settle down. It’s him, or no one. I swear, I will never marry anyone else." I said

"But it is not just me... You know that not just me, but no one in our family will not be ready to accept it. Someone might shoot him."   He said, his voice was thick with emotions.

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