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Due to some glitches on Wattpad, many readers were unable to see the newly edited chapter. To fix this, I have reposted Chapter 42 again!

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"Kisi ko ready nahi hona?? Time ho raha hai engagement ka!" Vishakha strode into the room like a strict principal on a surprise inspection, her sharp gaze scanning everyone.

The room, which had been filled with laughter and chatter just moments ago, suddenly fell silent.

"Haan haan, kya kabse panchayat lagi hai! Didi, main bhi yahi samjha rahi thi," Preeti quickly chimed in, nodding her head vigorously as if she had been the one trying to maintain discipline.

Vishakha folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Haan, I saw that." Her tone was dry, clearly not convinced.

Preeti immediately pursed her lips, while the others chuckled.

"Chalo chalo, ab der mat karo. Tum sab ready ho jao!" Vishakha clapped her hands, signaling everyone to move.

The excitement in the room returned as the girls quickly gathered around Amrit and Kavya, dragging them towards the dressing area.

After some time, Akshat and Krishiv stood in the living room, both dressed in elegant sherwanis, waiting impatiently.

"Kitna time lagega?" Akshat asked, his voice laced with frustration as he checked his watch for the third time in the past five minutes.

"Ek kaam kar," Vedant smirked, crossing his arms. "Tu yahin shaadi bhi kar le aur le jaa usse saath."

"Shut up!" Akshat shot him a glare, but his restlessness was evident.

"College me dekha hai na, phir bhi chain nahi hai," Krishiv chuckled, shaking his head.

Just then, Krishiv's teasing came to an abrupt halt as his eyes landed on the other side of the hall. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Kavya walking in, holding Bulbul’s tiny hand. She was dressed in a peach-colored lehenga, the soft hue complementing her delicate features. Her hair was styled in soft curls, cascading down her shoulder, with minimal jewelry that enhanced her natural beauty rather than overpowering it. She looked ethereal, a vision that made his usual playful self turn silent for a moment.

Meanwhile, Akshat’s gaze had found Amrit, and for a second, the entire world seemed to blur around him. She was wearing a stunning lavender lehenga, the intricate silver embroidery shimmering under the soft lighting. The color contrasted beautifully with her warm, dusky skin, making her glow effortlessly. Her dupatta was draped elegantly over one shoulder, allowing the delicate necklace resting against her collarbone to peek through. Her kohl-rimmed eyes were lined perfectly, making them appear even more expressive. As she walked gracefully, adjusting the bangles on her wrist, she looked nothing short of breathtaking.

Akshat stood frozen, his mouth slightly open as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

A smirking Vedant reached out and tapped Akshat’s chin. "Mooh band kar le, nahi toh makhi ghus jaayegi."

The comment broke the moment, and the group erupted into laughter. Akshat blinked, his ears turning red.

Bulbul came running towards Krishiv, her small light blue sharara bouncing with every step. Her little arms stretched out, and Krishiv effortlessly picked her up, spinning her in a twirl, making her giggle.

"I am looking pretty, na?" she asked, pouting adorably.

"Umm..." Krishiv hummed, acting as if he was thinking deeply.

Bulbul narrowed her eyes and pinched his arm. "Krishiv uncle!" she scolded.

He chuckled. "Arre, pretty is such a small word... that's why I was thinking kya bolun..." He tapped his chin dramatically before smiling. "Umm... My princess is looking beyond any words." He placed a soft kiss on her chubby cheek, making her beam with joy.

From a little distance, Kavya stood, watching them with a small smile. Her heart warmed at the sight of Krishiv doting on her daughter, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to soak in the happiness of the scene.

Just then, Nandini’s voice broke the moment.

"Ab Bulbul ki mummy pe bhi dhyan do bhaiya, stage pe bulao. Aur Akshat bhai, aap bhi baad me taad lena, pehle engagement ho jaye?" She teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Akshat, caught off guard, coughed in embarrassment, looking anywhere but at Amrit. Krishiv, still holding Bulbul, extended his free hand toward Kavya with a charming smile. Kavya, feeling a sudden shyness under all the gazes, hesitated for a second before placing her hand in his, letting him guide her up the stage.

On the other side, Akshat turned to Amrit, his eyes softening as he extended his hand toward her. She placed her palm in his, the warmth of his touch sending a flutter through her heart. He began walking toward the stage with her when suddenly, the hem of her lehenga tangled around her feet, halting her steps.

Before she could react, Akshat was already kneeling before her, carefully untangling the fabric. A few relatives let out audible gasps, whispering among themselves at the sight of the groom-to-be kneeling in front of his bride, but Akshat seemed completely unfazed.

"Akshat..." Amrit whispered, feeling a mix of surprise and shyness, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dupatta.

He didn’t even look up, his focus solely on fixing her lehenga. "Bas ek second... Ho gaya?" he asked, finally meeting her gaze.

She nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the tenderness in his actions.

Satisfied, he stood up, offering his hand again. She took it, and he led her onto the stage, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

The engagement rings were brought to the stage, and everyone gathered around in excitement. Bulbul stood near Preeti, her tiny hands clapping in joy as she watched eagerly.

Krishiv extended his hand toward Kavya, his gaze steady and reassuring. With slightly hesitant fingers, Kavya picked up the ring, her heart pounding. As she slid it onto Krishiv’s finger, an unspoken understanding passed between them.

To Krishiv, it felt like more than just a ring—it was as if Kavya was entrusting him with her responsibilities, her life, and Bulbul’s future. And he gladly accepted it. His lips curled into a soft smile, his heart swelling with a silent promise—he would cherish this bond.

Meanwhile, Kavya remained in a daze. Everything felt surreal. Was this really happening? She barely registered the voices around her until she heard someone repeatedly asking her to extend her hand.

Still lost in her thoughts, she blinked in surprise when she suddenly felt warmth—Krishiv had stepped closer and gently held her hand. A ticklish sensation shot through her, making her shiver slightly as she met his gaze.

"Back to reality, Bulbul ki mummy," he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

A blush crept up Kavya’s cheeks as she came out of her trance, and before she could react further, Krishiv slipped the ring onto her finger. A rush of emotions hit her all at once—overwhelmed, nervous, and yet, strangely at peace.

As the crowd clapped, she looked down at the ring adorning her finger, unable to believe this moment was real.

Next, it was Akshat and Amrit’s turn.

Before anyone could even ask, Akshat confidently extended his hand, eager for the moment. His impatience was evident, earning chuckles from the crowd.

"If it were up to him, he’d get married right here and now," Vikram teased, making everyone laugh.

Caught off guard, Akshat flushed, realizing how obvious he had been. He quickly withdrew his hand, clearing his throat while Amrit struggled to hold back her chuckle.

"Now put your hand forward again," Preeti said, nudging him playfully.

This time, Akshat extended his hand with a bit more composure, though his eyes stayed locked onto Amrit.

She picked up the ring, her fingers slightly trembling as she slid it onto his finger. Their gazes met—his filled with warmth, hers reflecting the same emotions.

Then, it was her turn.

She hesitantly extended her hand, and Akshat didn’t just take it—he held it, his grip firm yet gentle. His fingers brushed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. Slowly, with utmost care, he slid the ring onto her finger.

Just as she let out a breath, thinking the moment was over, Akshat leaned in closer.

Her breath hitched, her heartbeat erratic. Before she could comprehend what he was about to do, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and whispered, "Thank you for loving me."

Gasps and cheers erupted in the hall. The crowd hooted, clapped, and teased them, making Amrit’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red. She lowered her gaze, flustered beyond words, while Akshat smiled—completely unfazed by the attention.

While the guests celebrated, Akshat’s family sat in stunned silence. They had never seen him like this—so free with his emotions, so openly expressive about his love. The usually introverted and reserved Akshat was showing his affection in front of everyone, and it was a shock none of them had expected.

The atmosphere was lively, filled with music, laughter, and cheers. The dance floor was packed with guests swaying to the beats.

All the couples stood together, enjoying the festivities from a distance.

"Tum sab guest ke tarah kyun khade ho? It's your day! Chalo!" Preeti exclaimed, grabbing Amrit’s hand and dragging her towards the stage.

The others laughed but didn’t resist for long. Soon, the dance floor was alive with movement.

Krishiv, Vedant, and Vihaan danced together, their playful moves making everyone cheer. On the other side, the girls twirled and giggled as they danced in sync. Kavya and Naina performed a graceful partner dance, their movements fluid and effortless.

Akshat, however, just stood there, watching everything unfold before him. His eyes found Amrit, her laughter ringing through the air as she swayed with the others. She looked radiant—carefree, happy, lost in the moment.

A soft smile tugged at Akshat’s lips. Without realizing it, he took out his phone and started recording her, capturing her every twirl, every giggle, every sparkle in her eyes.

After a while, the group moved towards the other side of the dance floor, where Akshat, Krishiv, Vedant, Vihaan, and the others stood.

"Bhai, you dance so well!" Naina complimented, turning to Kavya, who smiled warmly.

"I used to learn salsa before my first marriage," she admitted.

"Really??" Anika asked, intrigued.

Kavya nodded, a small nostalgic smile playing on her lips.

"Krishiv bhai also learned salsa, hai na bhai?" Anika turned to Krishiv, who simply nodded.

The moment the realization set in, Vanika clapped her hands. "We have two trained dancers—ek performance toh banta hai!" she said excitedly.

"Oh no, it’s been years… practice chhut gayi," Kavya hesitated, waving her hands.

"Please na… Bulbul, tell your mumma!" Nandini coaxed playfully.

Bulbul, standing nearby, widened her eyes and pouted dramatically. "Plwease, mumma?" she asked in an extra sweet, childlike voice.

Kavya sighed in defeat, chuckling at her daughter’s antics.

Just then, Krishiv took a step forward, extending his hand toward Kavya. His gaze was steady, his smile teasing yet reassuring.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth.

Kavya bit her lip, suddenly nervous. "I… I don’t have practice," she muttered under her breath.

Krishiv leaned in slightly, his voice softer but firm. "Main sambhal lunga," he assured her.

A small smile crept onto Kavya’s face. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his.

♪ "Mareez-e-Ishq hoon main, kar de dawaa" ♪

Krishiv took a swift step forward, leading Kavya into a classic salsa hold—one hand holding hers, the other resting at her waist. With perfect coordination, they swayed side to side, their feet moving in flawless rhythm with the music. As the words poured through the speakers, he spun her once, then pulled her closer.

Kavya felt her breath hitch as their bodies barely brushed. The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, yet his movements were fluid, practiced, almost effortless. For him, this was just a dance—but for her, the closeness was intoxicating.

♪ "Talab hai tu, tu hai nasha, Ghulam hai dil ye tera" ♪

As the beats intensified, Krishiv let go of her hand and spun her outward. Kavya twirled with ease, her lehenga flaring beautifully before he snaked his arm around her waist from behind, pulling her against him in perfect sync with the lyrics. Her back pressed against his chest, and for a moment, she froze, feeling the warmth of his touch seep through her skin.

He leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting near her ear, sending a rush of goosebumps over her. But while she was visibly affected, his expression remained steady, controlled—though his fingers slightly tightened at her waist, betraying the slightest hint of distraction.

♪ "Khulke zara jee loon tujhe, Aaja meri saanson mein aa" ♪

Krishiv, ever the expert, transitioned smoothly—releasing her waist and guiding her into a deep dip. Kavya arched backward, her long curls cascading toward the floor, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

But before she could lose herself completely, he pulled her back up, locking eyes with her for the briefest second.

Kavya smiled, her confidence growing, and as the music soared, she executed a perfect copa step, twisting her hips elegantly before stepping into an intimate close hold.

"Mareez-e-Ishq hoon main, kar de dawaa" ♪

As the intensity of the song grew, so did their dance. Krishiv led Kavya into an intricate salsa hammerlock, their arms twisting and untwisting in perfect harmony. She followed effortlessly, her trust in him evident.

Then, in a bold move, he spun her into a backbend, his arm supporting the curve of her spine.

Her hand instinctively flew to his shoulder, gripping him tightly.

"Haath rakh de tu dil pe zara" ♪

As if the song dictated the moment, Kavya’s hand hesitantly moved towards his chest, resting lightly over his heart.

She could feel the rhythmic thumping beneath her fingertips—steady, strong... but slightly faster than before.

"Tujhe mere rab ne milaya, Maine tujhe apna banaya

Ab na bichadna khudaya.”

Krishiv guided her into a shoulder roll, his fingertips barely grazing the bare skin of her back as she turned. The feather-light touch sent a jolt through her, and for the first time, he saw her shiver in response.

“Mohabbat rooh ki hai laazim rhiza,

Haath ra

kh de tu dil pe zara"

Krishiv dipped her one last time, but this time, he held her there longer than necessary. His fingers curled slightly at her waist, his thumb brushing against her skin.

And for the first time that night...

Krishiv forgot to lead.

"Ho, hath rakh de tu dil pe zara

Hath rakh de tu dil pe zara”

When he finally pulled her upright, their faces were barely inches apart. Her breath fanned against his lips, her eyes searching him for something—anything.

But before either of them could move, the song ended.

As the music faded into silence, Krishiv and Kavya remained frozen, their eyes locked.

Then suddenly—applause erupted around them, breaking the trance.

Krishiv blinked, snapping back to reality, and instinctively stepped back. His fingers slipped away from her waist, his warmth disappearing as he straightened.

Kavya, too, quickly took a step away, trying to calm the racing of her heart. She looked down, exhaling slowly, while a small, knowing smile played on Krishiv’s lips.

"You surprised me, Bulbul ki mummy," he teased, tilting his head slightly as he observed her reaction.

Kavya’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but then she chuckled softly, shaking her head before looking down shyly.

"Even I surprised myself," she admitted under her breath.

Krishiv’s eyes glimmered with amusement. He didn’t push further, but the way he looked at her before turning away—it was almost as if he had discovered something new about her.

"Arrey bhai, ab doosre couples bhi toh perform karein!" Vaibhav called out, clapping his hands together.

Amrit stiffened immediately.

Her eyes darted around nervously, though deep down, a small part of her was hoping—just hoping—that Akshat would ask her.

She wasn’t the type to volunteer. Her introverted self wouldn’t allow it. But... if he asked—if everyone insisted—maybe she could allow herself that moment.

But before she could dwell on it, she realized everyone was already looking at her.

"Nahi, nahi, Uncle..." she said quickly, shaking her head, raising her hands in protest.

But she wasn’t very convincing. Especially not to Akshat.

He had been watching her closely—reading the hesitation in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip ever so slightly, the slight nervous excitement she was trying to hide.

As Akshat extended his hand, his dark brown eyes locked onto Amrit’s.

"Will you dance with me?" His voice was deep, smooth, yet there was something almost vulnerable hidden beneath it.

Cheers and whistles erupted around them.

Amrit tried to suppress the wide grin tugging at her lips, but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her excitement. She hesitated for just a second before slipping her hand into his.

His fingers curled around hers, warm and firm—but careful, always careful. He led her towards the center, their hearts beating in sync.

"Tumse milke aisa laga tumse milke… Armaan huye poore dil ke"

As the soft yet passionate tune filled the air, Akshat gently spun Amrit around, making the layers of her lavender lehenga swirl gracefully. She gasped softly as he pulled her back, but instead of placing his hand on her bare waist, he rested it where her dupatta draped over her blouse.

"Ae meri jaane wafa"

Akshat lifted their joined hands and twirled her again, letting her spin towards him. She stopped inches from his chest, their breaths mingling.

Her gaze flickered to his lips for the briefest moment before she quickly looked away, making his lips curve into a smirk.

"Teri meri teri meri ek jaan hai…

Saath tere rahenge sada

Tumse na honge juda”

The tempo picked up, and Akshat smoothly guided her into a flowing salsa-like move, keeping her close but never overstepping.

At one point, he leaned her into a gentle dip, his hand steady on the silk of her dupatta-draped back. Amrit, caught in the moment, clutched onto his shoulder.

"Yeh zindagi guzregi ab hamdam tumhaare hi saath"

As the music soared, Akshat suddenly twirled her one last time. But instead of pulling her into another step, he stopped her with a gentle but firm grip on her wrists.

And then—he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a lingering kiss over her knuckles.

A silent promise. A vow without words.

"Apna yeh vaada rahaa… Tumse na honge judaa"

The music slowed to an end.

For a few seconds, they just stood there, gazing at each other, lost in the moment.

Then, reality crashed in as cheers and whistles broke the spell.

Amrit let out a shaky breath and stepped back, her face burning. She looked anywhere but at him, while Akshat simply smirked, amused by her shyness.

"Kya baat hai, bhai!" Krishiv called out teasingly.

"Naya Akshat dekh rahe hain hum!" Vihaan added.

Amrit bit her lip to stop herself from smiling too widely, but Akshat didn’t even try to hide his happiness.

The engagement ceremony had gone beautifully, and now, away from the formalities and elders, the younger crowd had gathered in one of the rooms. They sat comfortably—some on the bed, some on the floor, and others on the couch poking their faces on mobile.

Nirmay lay on his stomach beside Vanika, his elbow resting on the bed as he lazily observed the ongoing chatter. Preeti was sitting on a couch in front of them, looking eager to start a conversation.

“Sab aise chup-chap baithe hain, kuch baat karte hain na,” Naina suggested, stretching her arms.

“Haan, tu hi start kar na! Kisi ki pol kholni baaki hai to bol,” Abhiman smirked.

Naina narrowed her eyes at him. “Bhakk! Ek dungi, ubalte hue anda jaise nachne lagega,” she shot back, making everyone laugh.

Preeti rolled her eyes. “Haan, baat to karo! Wahan sab budhe-budhe politics discuss kar rahe the, bore ho gayi main. Isliye yahan aa gayi.”

Her complaint made everyone chuckle.

“Par tum log bhi phone me ghuse pade ho! Aise koi maza aata hai kya?” she added dramatically.

Vanika smirked. “Vaise, Akshat bhaiya aur Amrit ka unexpected tha.”

“Unexpected? Ye word bhi kam hain hamne to socha bhi nahi tha aur ye log mauka bhi nahi dete the sochne ka.” Anika said, shaking her head.

Sakshi raised an eyebrow. “Tere case me bhi wahi scene tha, I guess.”

Preeti’s eyes lit up. “Yaar, I want to know your love story! Nirmay, Vanika, Ishana, Abhiman—batao na!”

Vanika scoffed, crossing her arms. “Kya love story, Maasi ji? Hamare gharwalon ne rishta tay kar diya tha, warna toh inke saath koi love story kya, hate story bhi nahi ban paati meri.”

Nirmay, who had been comfortably resting, lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her. “Excuse me? Bolna kya chahti ho?”

Vanika smirked mischievously. “Arre, mera matlab… aap toh mujhe I love you bolna bhi nahi aata! Apna sada muh bana kar hi ghoomte rehte the. Toh kaha se love story banti?”

“Matlab agar ye tumhe I love you bol dete, toh tum accept kar leti?” Vidya teased.

Nirmay immediately pushed himself up, resting his elbow on Vanika’s arm. “Bolo, bolo!!” he grinned.

Vanika rolled her eyes. “Haan, jaise aap bol hi dete.”

Naina laughed. “Wahi toh! School ya college me kisi ladki pe dhyan bhi nahi deta tha. Agar rishta fix na hota, toh Vanika par bhi na deta.”

Preeti turned to Nirmay, curiosity shining in her eyes. “Hein? Tujhe crush nahi hua tha kisi pe kabhi? Kisi ko I love you nahi bola kya?”

Nirmay smirked. “Bola na… isko!” he pointed at Vanika.

Everyone whistled and clapped, while Preeti just rolled her eyes. “Waah!!”

Still curious, turned to the other boys. Aur tum sab? Matlab, except your better half.”

Adarsh, Krishiv, Abhiman, and Rajat all shook their heads in sync.

“Isne bola tha school me,” Ishana said, pointing straight at Aditya.

Aditya’s eyes widened in horror as he quickly looked at Nitya, who was now glaring at him.

“Haan, laga de aag yaad dila ke,” he muttered under his breath.

He turned to Nitya with his most innocent expression. “Bata diya tha na pehle! Ab muh kyun bana rahi ho? Woh bas ek crush thi! Now, my biwi ji is my pehla aur aakhri pyaar.”

Nitya just huffed and looked away, while everyone burst into laughter.

Preeti grinned. “Aur tum sabko kisi ne bola hai?”

Pratha raised her hand dramatically. “Arre haan! Mujhe school me ek ladke ne bola tha! Bechara gaya, kyunki principal uske peeche khade the.Uska toh direct baraat nikal gaya wahi.”

Everyone erupted into laughter.

Naina shook her head, laughing. “Mujhe toh training ke time ek ne propose kar diya tha. Pehle socha accept kar loon kya, phir laga cast alag hai gharwale nahi manenge. Bechare ka dil toot gaya.”

Adarsh raised an eyebrow at her. “Zyada daya dikhane ki zarurat nahi hai.”

Sakshi shrugged. “Mujhe toh kisi ne propose hi nahi kiya.”

“Us behan.” Ishana added.

Preeti turned to Vanika. “Aur Vani, tumhe?”

Vanika smirked. “Haan, Masi ji… propose kiya tha rose dekar, poore college ke saamne.”

Nirmay, who had been resting comfortably, immediately sat up straight. “Kya? Usne rose diya? Aur tumne kya kiya phir?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

Vanika shook her head remembering that incident. “Pehle hi mana kar diya tha, par phir bhi tamasha karne ke liye gulaab lekar baith gaya aur chillane laga ki maine accept nahi kiya toh jaan de dega.”

Nirmay’s eyes widened. “Phir?”

Vanika smirked. “Phir kya? Pehle toh sabko bhej diya, phir ghaseet ke uske ghar tak le gayi. Uske gharwalon ne bhi do-chaar lagaye, aur maine bhi 10-15 laga diye. Gulaab se zyada laal uska muh ho gaya tha. Uske baad se woh mujhe didi bolne laga.”

The entire room exploded into laughter.

Abhiman clapped his hand laughing, “Bhai, abhi Vani ne kaha tha na—‘Haan, jaise aap I love you bol dete’—ab lag raha hai acha hua tere dimag me bhi nahi aaya! Varna tera bhi yahi haal hota.”

Nirmay gulped. “Baat to sach hai.” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Vidya laughed. “Mujhe bhi kisi ne propose kiya tha! Aur wahi same cheez hui. Pehle mana kiya, par phir bhi poore college ke samne chillane laga.”

Vanika looked at her curiously. “Phir?”

Vidya smirked. “Phir kya… kaan ke neeche baja di. Seeti baj gayi!”

Rajat’s eyes widened, and he instinctively held his cheek.

Ishana grinned. “Main toh seedha principal ke office ghaseet ke le gayi thi. Ek hafte ke liye suspend ho gaya tha.”

Abhiman shook his head dramatically. “Tum log kitni violent ho!”

The room once again erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

“But jo bhi ho atlast everyone found their pyaar mohabbat.” Preeti said patting Abhiman's shoulder.

“Not everyone.” Vedant thought of looking at Nandini.

Everyone was still in the same cozy room, laughing and teasing each other about past proposals. The conversation soon shifted to childhood pranks and mischievous acts.

Aditya, who was lying lazily on the bed, suddenly smirked and looked at Vanika. "Vaise jaisi iski harakatein thi na, vaise toh Nirmay jiju chaah kar bhi iske liye feelings nahi laa paate."

Vanika, who had been sipping water, almost choked. "Excuse me?" She turned to glare at Aditya.

"Kyun?" Amrit asked, intrigued.

"Iski harkatein aisi thi…" Pratha said dramatically, pausing for effect. She then turned to Nirmay. "Jiju, yaad hai ek baar aapne Vanika ko daant diya tha?"

Nirmay, who had been listening quietly, nodded. "Haan, training ke time pe… roz daanta tha main isko." He smirked.

Pratha grinned. "Haan! Toh ek din Vanika ko gussa aa gaya aur isne aapki plate ki sabzi me jamaal ghota mila diya tha!"

The room went silent for a second.

Nirmay’s eyes widened. "Kya?!" His head snapped toward Vanika.

Vanika, who had been maintaining a straight face, gulped and quickly composed herself. She sat up straight, pretending to be unaffected. "Aise kaise bharosa kar liya aapne Pratha ki baat pe?" She shrugged, crossing her arms.

Nirmay narrowed his eyes at her. "Sach hai ya jhooth?"

Pratha, enjoying the moment, added, "Sach hai jiju! Thankfully, us din aapka khana gir gaya tha galti se, warna…" She trailed off dramatically.

"Agar mai kha leta toh?!" Nirmay asked, his voice sharp as he glared at Vanika.

Vanika immediately put on her most innocent face. "Arre wo aapke liye nahi tha…" She waved her hand dismissively. "Wo toh Ishana ke liye tha!"

Ishana, who had been casually drinking coffee, almost spit it out. "Kyaaa?!" She looked at Vanika, horrified.

"Haaan…" Vanika said, nodding vigorously. "Maine galti se aapki table ko Ishana ki table samajh liya tha… toh isliye."

Ishana dramatically gasped. "Dusht papini!" She pointed at Vanika with a betrayed expression.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Arre par kyun?" Nirmay asked, his curiosity piqued.

Vanika pouted. "Kyunki Ishana ne mujhe aapse daant padva di thi!" She crossed her arms, looking at Ishana accusingly.

Ishana blinked. "Maine kya kiya tha?"

Vanika huffed. "Chamchi bani phirti thi inki…sir Vanika is not paying attention she is fighting with me…kon bola tha!”

Ishana groaned. "Bhai, tu faltu ka lad rahi thi!”

The conversation in the room was still buzzing with laughter when Vidya suddenly remembered another old story.

"Arre, iss se yaad aaya ek baar Amrit ko jiju ne daant diya tha, toh ye unke cabin me unki seat par chewing gum chipkane gayi thi!"

Akshat, who had been sipping his coffee, almost choked. His eyes widened as he turned to Amrit.

"Tum uss din ye karne aayi thi?! Tumne toh bola tha ki mujhse doubt hai isliye puchne aayi thi!" he said, narrowing his eyes.

Amrit nervously chuckled, scratching the back of her head.

"Kya hua tha?" Nitya asked, raising her brows.

"Mai batati to dekho kya hua," Amrit grinned, rubbing his hands together.

Flashback-

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the campus, but inside the college building, the corridors were eerily quiet. Most students were busy attending their lectures, their murmurs barely audible through the closed classroom doors. However, not everyone was dutifully sitting in class.

Just outside a particular cabin, Amrit stood with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk. Her fingers absentmindedly toyed with a piece of chewing gum as she formulated her plan. Next to her, Vidya looked absolutely horrified, her eyes darting nervously down the corridor.

"Amrit, tu kya kar rahi hai? Sir aa gaye toh?" Vidya whispered urgently, gripping Amrit’s wrist in an attempt to pull her back.

"Shhh! Kuch nahi hoga. Unki class chal rahi hai," Amrit whispered back, rolling her eyes. "Bade aaye mujhe faltu me beizzati karne wale! Kal mummy ko bata diya, unse bhi daant padi thi! Abhi batati hoon!" she huffed, clearly still holding a grudge against Akshat.

Vidya shook her head vehemently. "Tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?"

Amrit grinned. "Nahi… bas thodi badla lena hai!" she said nonchalantly, pulling out the chewing gum from her pocket.

Vidya’s eyes widened in alarm. "Ye tu kya karne wali hai?"

Amrit simply winked. "Tu bas yahan reh… agar sir aa gaye toh koi bhi gaana gaa dena. Mai bhaag jaungi!" she instructed before stealthily slipping into Akshat’s cabin.

"Arre, par—" Vidya tried to protest, but it was too late.

Vidya sighed, nervously fidgeting with her fingers, her heart hammering in her chest. She prayed that Amrit would be quick and that no one would come this way. But, as if fate had other plans, she suddenly felt a firm tap on her shoulder.

Her breath hitched. She turned around, and her blood ran cold.

Standing before her was none other than Akshat, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Kya ho raha hai yahan?" he asked, his voice calm yet firm.

Vidya gulped. "N-Nothing, sir!!" she stammered, her face heating up.

"Phir yahan cabin ke bahar kyun khadi ho?" Akshat’s sharp gaze studied her intently, as if reading her like an open book.

Vidya’s panic spiked. "W-wo… mai toh wahan khadi thi… bas aise hi dekh rahi thi… bas jaa hi rahi thi!!" she blurted out, barely forming coherent sentences before abruptly turning on her heels and sprinting away.

Akshat frowned. Now fully suspicious, he wasted no time and pushed open the cabin door—

And what he saw made his eyes widen in disbelief.

There, leaning over his chair, was Amrit Tripathi, pressing something onto his seat.

"Miss Amrit Tripathi!!"

His deep voice boomed through the room, startling Amrit so much that she nearly toppled over. Her hands trembled, her body stiffened, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she froze in place.

Very slowly, she turned her head toward him.

"G-g-g… g-good… goo—" she stammered, failing to form a sentence.

Akshat smirked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Good evening, Miss Tripathi," he greeted, his voice laced with amusement.

"Good evening, sir!" she blurted out instantly, trying to act normal, though her panicked expression betrayed her.

Akshat’s brows rose. "Kya mai puch sakta hoon aap meri bina permission ke yahan kya kar rahi hain?" His voice held a dangerous edge.

"W-wo sir, mai…" Amrit fumbled, her mind racing for an excuse.

Akshat took a step forward, his towering presence making her even more nervous. "No one is allowed in my cabin without my permission, aur tum…" he emphasized, his voice sharp. "Meri gair-maujoodgi me yahan aayi ho? How dare you?"

Amrit quickly lowered her gaze, biting her lip. She had planned to slip in and out unnoticed, but luck had clearly abandoned her today.

As Akshat continued scolding her, he suddenly noticed something odd. Amrit, despite being cornered, was suppressing a chuckle. His brows furrowed.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

Amrit pressed her lips together, struggling to contain her laughter. She pointed toward a photo frame hanging on the wall.

"Sir, wo photo kiski hai?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Akshat glanced at it briefly before replying, "Trustee of this college. Ab yeh beech me kahan se aa gaye? First, answer my question!!"

But Amrit couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Sir wo…" she snorted before laughing outright. "He is so funny… thode se aap jaise dikh rahe!" she clapped her hands, her laughter echoing in the room.

Akshat’s jaw clenched. He was already annoyed with her antics, and now she had the audacity to compare him to the trustee?

"Bas! Aaj aapke ghar aa raha hoon… aapki mom se baat karne!!" he declared, his patience running thin.

Amrit’s laughter died instantly.

"K-kyun?" she squeaked, eyes wide in horror.

"Rishta lekar!" Akshat shot back sarcastically.

"Arre sir, kuch bhi! Abhi meri age thodi hai shadi karne ki?! Aur khud ko dekhiye, mujhse 6 saal bade hain! Mujhe bas 3 saal bade ladke se shadi karni hai!" Amrit ranted without thinking.

Akshat pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shut up!!" he said, exasperated.

Then, leveling her with a sharp gaze, he demanded, "Ab bolo, yahan kya kar rahi thi, ya tumhari mummy se bataun!"

Amrit’s eyes widened in panic.

"Nahi nahi sir, mummy se nahi!" she said hastily. "W-wo mai… mai…" She fumbled for an excuse before blurting out, "Mai yaha… wo haan! Aapke liye aayi thi! Ek doubt tha!"

Akshat was far from convinced. "Toh jab mai class me nahi tha toh andar kyun aayi? Wait nahi kar sakti thi?"

Amrit’s mind raced. "Nahi… matlab… sorry sir, mujhe laga ki itna der kaun khada rahega? Toh bas jaa ke baith gayi. Aur Vidya ka mann nahi tha toh wo bahar khadi reh gayi," she lied shamelessly.

Akshat let out a tired sigh. "Jo query hai, WhatsApp group me daal dena. For now, I am getting late. You can leave."

Without wasting a second, Amrit bolted out of the room, disappearing down the corridor before Akshat could ask any more questions.

Watching her flee, Akshat shook his hand.

"Crazy girl," he muttered to himself, shaking his head before exiting the cabin.

As Amrit finished telling the story, the whole room burst into laughter!

"Tum dono dost nahi mele me bichdi behne ho!!" Nitya said, pointing at Vanika and Amrit.

"No comparison please? Amrit atleast apna introvert nature ki wajah se chup rehti hogi par ye Maharani ji ààjiss se dekho ladti hi rehti thi." Aditya asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Vanika shows her toothy grin.

The room was filled with laughter and conversation when suddenly a pained voice echoed through the space.

"Yaar maar do mujhe ek kaam karo!!" Abhiman groaned in pain.

Everyone turned to look at him. His face was twisted in discomfort as he clutched his chest. Ishana, meanwhile, sat there with a blank expression, completely unfazed. It took a second for the others to notice the large stain spreading across Abhiman’s shirt—fresh coffee, still steaming hot.

“Kya hua?” Akshat asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Garam coffee gira di merepe!” Abhiman gritted out, shooting Ishana an accusing glare.

Ishana, instead of looking guilty, merely pouted. “Sorry, galti se ho gaya. Tum jaake paani daal lo, sahi ho jayega.”

“Wow, what a suggestion, Doctor Sahiba!” Abhiman said sarcastically, shaking his head.

Nirmay smirked. “Mujhe shaq hi ho raha tha ki abhi tak tu safe kaise hai.”

Vedant, who was still processing the scene, frowned. “Kya matlab?”

Naina chuckled. “Arey, ye aaye din Abhiman ko nuksaan hi pahunchaati hai. Training time se aisa ho raha hai, matlab, ye karna nahi chahti, par galti se kuch na kuch ho hi jata hai. Aur hamesha Abhiman hi nishana banta hai.”

Akshat, Amrit, Nandini, Kavya, Vedant, Krishiv, Vihaan, and Anika exchanged blank looks.

“Tum log ke liye pehli baar hai na, hamari toh aadat hai ye sab dekhne ki,” Nirmay said, laughing.

Just then, the room fell silent as Vishakha entered. The casual atmosphere instantly shifted, and everyone sat up straight. Her sharp gaze scanned the room before she spoke.

“Chalo, sab so jao. Bohot ha-ha-hi-hi ho gaya,” she ordered.

Everyone nodded obediently. No one dared to argue when Vishakha gave an order.

Then, her gaze landed on Amrit, Kavya, and Rajat.

“Kavya, Amrit, Rajat, chalo. Vaibhav aur Preksha bula rahe hain. Ghar jaana hai.”

Amrit’s mouth fell open. “Maa, ye sab toh yaha aaye the Akshat ki taraf se! Lekin ye meri friends hain, toh inn sabko bhi ladki waalon ki taraf hona chahiye na?” she reasoned.

“Shaadi teri hai, door humein apni patniyon se rehna hoga? Ye kaisa insaaf hai?” Nirmay muttered under his breath to Akshat, his expression one of pure betrayal.

Akshat simply shrugged. “I can’t do anything, brother.”

With no room left for negotiation, Amrit and Kavya led the girls out, while Rajat followed them. L

Amrit could take even a step towards her family, a strong grip closed around her wrist.

“Aksh—”

She barely had time to react before she was swiftly pulled away, led up the stairs and into a dimly lit, empty corridor. The sound of distant chatter and music faded into the background.

And then—she found herself pinned against the wall.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at Akshat, her breath hitching. His body was close, his hands pressed flat against the wall beside her, effectively caging her in.

“Akshat... aap kya kar rahe hain? Everyone must be looking for us.” She whispered, her voice slightly breathless.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips as he leaned in, his breath fanning against her cheek.

“I don’t care.” His voice was deep, husky—laced with something intense, something that sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could process anything further, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug.

It took her a moment to register his warmth, but when she did, her lips curved into a soft smile, and she slowly hugged him back.

“Congratulations… we’re engaged now.” He whispered near her ear, and she could hear the pure happiness in his tone.

Her heart swelled at his words. He was happy.

Before she could respond, he pulled back slightly, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

His lips brushed against her engagement ring, pressing a soft kiss over it.

Her breath hitched at the unexpected gesture.

His lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away, his dark eyes locking with hers.

She felt warmth bloom inside her chest, and before she could stop herself, she whispered, “I can’t believe ki hum ye phase bhi dekh rahe hain... I mean, I always wanted this moment with my future husband, par... aapse shaadi ho gayi.”

The second the words left her lips, his smile dropped.

Akshat’s brows furrowed, and he took a step back, tilting his head slightly.

“What do you mean by ‘aapse shaadi ho gayi’? Kisi aur se karni thi?” His tone was casual, but there was a sharpness beneath it.

Amrit bit her lip, trying to suppress a giggle, but failed.

Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a quick, playful kiss to his cheek.

“Nahi… par aapse karne ke sapne thodi dekh rahi thi.” She admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

For a second, Akshat just stared at her.

Then, he smirked. A slow, confident, teasing smirk.

“Accha?” His voice dropped a little, gaining that deep, lazy drawl that always made her heart race.

She gulped.

His hands moved up, grazing over her shoulders, his fingertips barely skimming the fabric of her blouse.

“Hot toh tab bhi lagta tha mai.” He remarked smugly.

Amrit’s eyes widened.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“A… aapne suna tha?” She stuttered, looking anywhere but at him.

He chuckled—a deep, rich sound.

“Mai kya behra dikhta hoon?” He teased, cocking a brow.

She groaned, covering her face.

“Wo… maine nervous hoke keh diya tha… aap aise aa gaye the.” She mumbled, still flustered.

Akshat grinned. He loved this—seeing her like this, all shy and embarrassed.

“Madam, washroom me sab aise hi aate hain.” He pointed out, clearly enjoying her struggle.

She huffed, crossing her arms.

“Jo bhi ho.” She muttered under her breath.

Akshat chuckled once more, shaking his head in amusement.

A soft, affectionate smile curved on his lips as he lifted his hand, his fingers grazing her cheek ever so gently.

“Bahot pyaari lag rahi ho.” He murmured, his thumb caressing her warm skin. His voice was low, filled with admiration, filled with emotions he didn’t always say out loud.

Amrit felt heat crawl up her neck, settling into her cheeks. His intense gaze, the way his touch lingered on her skin—it was enough to make her heartbeat unsteady.

She bit her lip, looking down for a second before whispering back, “Aap bhi.”

His lips curled into a smirk.

“Main bhi?” He teased, tilting his head slightly.

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Haan toh kya.” She said playfully and reached forward, gently pulling his cheek, making him chuckle.

He shook his head, amused by her antics, and held her wrist lightly before bringing her hand down.

And then, his expression softened.

His eyes darkened, but not with teasing—with something deeper.

“I miss you.” He confessed, his voice holding a certain vulnerability.

Amrit felt her heart clench. She knew what he meant. She felt the same way.

“Mai bhi.” She whispered, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his hand.

His gaze didn’t waver, didn’t move from her face.

“Neend nahi aati tumhare bina.” He admitted, his thumb now slowly tracing the outline of her fingers.

Her breath hitched.

“Mujhe bhi.” She admitted just as softly.

His lips parted slightly, as if debating whether to say the next words or not. But then, his eyes flickered down to her lips for a fraction of a second before locking back with hers.

“And when I saw you... I wanted to kiss you.” He whispered, his voice dropping to a deep, husky timbre.

Amrit didn’t even realize she had spoken before the words had already slipped from her lips—

“Mai bhi.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Akshat’s smirk slowly returned, and this time, it was even more smug, more teasing.

“Tum bhi?” He asked, cocking a brow, his voice dripping with mischief.

It took her exactly two seconds to realize what she had just admitted.

Her eyes widened in horror, her lips parting slightly as she gasped in realization.

“Aapne jaan ke kiya.” She accused, her voice flustered, her cheeks burning furiously.

He grinned.

“Kya? Tumne apni wish batai na, and it’s my duty to fulfill my fiancée’s wish.” He said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement.

Before she could retort, his fingers curled under her jaw, tilting her face up towards him.

Her breath stilled.

His touch was firm yet delicate, as if she were something precious, something fragile.

“If you don’t mind?” He whispered, his eyes searching hers for any hesitation.

She lifted her hands, cupping his face gently, her fingers grazing over his stubble.

And then,she leaned in. But then, his grip on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her in.

Their lips met.

It was slow at first—a soft press of lips, testing the waters, feeling the unfamiliar yet addictive sensation. But within seconds, the hesitation melted, and the kiss deepened.

Akshat tilted his head, capturing her lips more firmly, his fingers digging into her waist. He groaned lowly as Amrit responded with equal fervor, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

His tongue swept against her lower lip, teasing, seeking permission. A soft gasp left her, and he took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside, tasting her.

A shiver ran down her spine as their tongues met—the sensation was hot, electrifying, making her toes curl.

The way he kissed her—deep, thorough, as if he wanted to consume her—it left her breathless. She clung onto him, her fingers tangling into his hair, tugging slightly, making him groan into her mouth.

Their bodies pressed together, no space left in between. His hands roamed up her back, tracing her spine over the fabric of her dupatta, as his lips continued their assault on hers.

Amrit felt dizzy, lost in the heat of the moment.

When they finally parted for air, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips, breaking as he leaned in again, peppering soft, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.

Her breath stuttered.

“Akshat…” she whispered, her voice unsteady, her hands gripping his shoulders.

But he didn’t stop.

His lips traveled down, placing hot, lingering kisses along the column of her neck. He reached the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, making her whimper.

His hands slid lower, gripping her waist tightly before pulling her even closer, making her chest press against his.

Akshat’s breath was uneven as he traced his lips along her neck, his fingers skimming the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin burning through the fabric. His touch grew bolder, his palm brushing against her ribs—

And then, it happened.

His fingers trembled.

His breath hitched.

A wave of something dark, suffocating, and utterly paralyzing crashed over him. His entire body stiffened as a memory—a shadow from his past—gripped him without warning.

His hands faltered, freezing mid-air near her ribs. His eyes clenched shut as if trying to erase something, his legs suddenly feeling weak beneath him. A cold sweat formed on his brow, and his fingers, which had been firm against her, curled into a fist as if in panic.

He wasn’t here anymore.

For a second, he was lost in something else—something he didn’t want to remember.

Amrit felt the sudden shift.

She had been drowning in his touch, lost in the passion, but now—now he was shaking.

Her brows furrowed as she lifted her gaze to his face. He looked pale, distant, his jaw clenched tightly as if trying to suppress something painful.

"Akshat…?" she called softly, cupping his face with both hands.

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he shook his head, eyes still closed, his breathing ragged.

A pang of worry shot through her.

She didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t need to. All she knew was that he needed her.

Without a second thought, she pulled him into a tight hug.

Akshat let out a shaky sigh the moment her arms wrapped around him. He clung to her, burying his face into the crook of her neck, holding on as if she was the only thing keeping him grounded. His breathing was heavy, but as she stroked his back gently, murmuring soft, comforting words, his body slowly began to relax.

Neither of them spoke.

She didn’t ask.

She just held him.

After a long moment, he finally pulled back, his forehead still resting against hers. His eyes searched hers, something unreadable flickering within them.

Amrit reached up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently.

Akshat swallowed and gave a small nod, though his grip on her hand remained firm, as if reluctant to let go.

She didn’t push for answers.

She simply smiled—a silent reassurance, a promise that she was here.

Just then, the sound of her phone vibrating broke the moment.

She pulled back, fishing her phone out of her pocket. Vaibhav's name flashed on the screen.

“Vaibhav uncle,” she mumbled, picking up the call.

“Beta, where are you? Sab nikal rahe hain, neeche aao.”

Her heart sank a little, knowing she had to leave.

She glanced at Akshat, who was still watching her, his expression unreadable.

“I’ll be right there, uncle,” she said before hanging up.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned back to him. Their moment had ended too soon, yet something had changed between them.

She squeezed his hand lightly. “I have to go…”

Akshat nodded, his lips pressing into a small, almost reluctant smile.

But before she could move, he pulled her back for one last hug.

“Take care, okay?” His voice was low, but it carried so much warmth that her chest ached.

She smiled against his shoulder. “You too.”

It was a usual morning at College. The corridors buzzed with students chatting, books in hand, as they rushed to their lectures. Amrit entered the classroom.

“Vidya ki tabiyat aaj hi kharab honi thi mai bore ho jaungi.” She thought.

She took her usual seat in the third row, just close enough to observe him but far enough to not raise suspicion. Akshat entered the lecture hall, he placed his books on the table.

"Good morning, everyone," his deep voice echoed through the room.

"Good morning, sir," the students responded in unison.

As Akshat started explaining about some topic, his gaze flickered to Amrit for a second. She was writing something in her notebook, her fingers twirling the pen absentmindedly. A smirk played on his lips.

"Mrs…uhmmm Miss Amrit Tripathi. " he called, making her jolt slightly.

She looked up, her eyes widening as everyone turned to her. "Haan aks….Y-Yes, sir?"

"Did you understand what I just explained, or were you too busy thinking about something else?" His tone was strict, but his eyes held mischief only she could read.

Amrit gulped. She knew this teasing was only for her. "I-I understood, sir," she replied, trying to sound confident.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then come and explain it to everyone."

Murmurs filled the classroom as Amrit stood up, sending him a glare that he conveniently ignored. She walked to the stage. As she took the book, and started reading but Akshat’s constant gaze on her making her nervous. Akshat stepped closer under the guise of checking her work. “What happened Amrit? Kuch samjh nahi aa raha kya ? Let me explain!!” His voice dropped to a whisper, meant only for her ears.

"You looked cute while daydreaming, but you should at least pretend to focus on your professor, Mrs. Akshat," he murmured, pretending that he was explaining the words to her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She dared not turn to look at him, knowing her face was already heating up.

"Shhh!!" she whispered back.

"What shhh?" he asked innocently, standing just behind her. His warm breath fanned over her shoulder, making her grip the book tighter.

"Sir, is this the correct way to read this line?" she asked louder, trying to get out of this situation.

Akshat smirked and straightened up. "Hmm... acceptable," he said, loud enough for the class. "Go back to your seat."

As she walked past him, he brushed his fingers lightly over hers. It was barely noticeable, but to Amrit, it sent a jolt of warmth through her. She clenched her jaw, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

After sometime Akshat checked the timing. “Ok class is over for now.” He said before leaving.

Amrit was still lost in her thoughts when her phone vibrated.

Akshat: "Library ke back section mein milo class."

Her heart skipped a beat. She looked around to make sure no one was watching before slipping away toward the library. As soon as she reached the secluded back section, a strong grip pulled her inside between the towering bookshelves.

She gasped. "Akshat!"

He smirked, his hands caging her against the shelf. "Shh... koi sun lega."

She swallowed hard, her back pressing against the wooden shelf. "Yeh kya kar rahe hain? Koi sun ye wo nahi chalega par koi dekh lega toh wo chalega aapko?"

He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Toh kya hoga, Mrs. Akshat singhania?" he murmured, his lips just inches from hers. "Sabko bata du ki tum meri ho?"

Her breath hitched. "Pagal hain bilkul aap."

She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist and gently interlocked their fingers. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

“Yaar ye rasam rivaz mujhe samajh nahi aate matlab itne din ham sath me the phir shadi aate hi alag kyun aur ham to already married hain to ye sab kyun karna hai.” Akshat said, making a grumpy face.

“Ab jo hai nibhana padega ham kya kar sakte hain.” Amrit said pinching his nose.

Akshat’s expression changed, softening as he leaned in, brushing his nose against hers. "Bas thode din aur... phir sabke saamne poore gharwalon ke samne mera haq hoga tumpe."

Her cheeks burned. "Aur abhi?"

He smirked. "Abhi?" He leaned closer, his lips grazing her cheek. "Abhi bas tum meri ho, bina kisi rivaaz ke, bina kisi shart ke."

Amrit’s fingers curled into his shirt. "Mujhe jaana chahiye," she whispered, though she made no move to leave.

Akshat chuckled. "Par tum rukna chahti ho, hai na?"

She bit her lip, unable to deny it. His fingers traced her jawline, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. Her breath came out in shaky sighs as he tilted her chin up.

"Acha jaane se pehle mujhe 5 din ki kiss chahiye," he murmured.

“Stop behaving like desperate pati.” Amrit said, shaking her head shyly.

“Desperate hun to aise hi behave karunga na.” Akshat said, shrugging his shoulders. “Chalo, I am ready.” Akshat said, bringing his cheeks near her face.

She cupped his cheek, But just as her lips were about to touch his cheek, a voice disturbed them

"Kaun hai wahan?"

They froze. Amrit's eyes widened in panic, and Akshat immediately pulled away, stepping back just in time as a librarian’s footsteps approached.

Amrit sat down to hide.

“Mai hun Akshat!! Is there any problem?” Akshat asked in a strict tone.

“Ohh Good evening sir, wo bas awaz aayi to isliye mujhe laga…sorry sir.!!” Librarian said

“Jaaiye aur mere cabin se meri table pe jo book rakhi hai usse vapas library me rakh dijiye.” Akshat ordered.

“Ok sir.” Librarian said before leaving.

As soon as she was gone, Amrit glared at Akshat. "Dekha? Maine kaha tha na, koi pakad lega! Aaj to bach gaye"

Akshat grinned shamelessly. "Kiss do na."

She blushed furiously. "Aapse baat karna bekar hai!" She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist one last time.

"Ruko," he whispered. "Baat poori nahi hui."

She turned, her heart hammering in her chest. Before she could protest, he leaned in, his lips barely brushing her ear.

"Cabin me aao." He winked at her. Amrit gasped, pushing him away, but he only chuckled as she stormed out of the library, her heart still racing.

Amrit, however, found herself inside Akshat’s cabin.

“Kya hua boliye jaldi koi aa jayega?” she whispered, glancing nervously at the door.

Akshat smirked, casually locking it behind him. “Arre bol to aise rahi ho jaise tumhe pata bhi nahi?.”

She crossed her arms, trying to look stern. “Aur kisi ne dekh liya to aap hi baat karna mai bhag jaungi?”

He took slow steps toward her, his eyes locked onto hers. “First of all this is My cabin Mrs singhania, Agar kisi ne dekh liya toh kya? Log sochenge ki ek mai apni student ki query clear kar raha hun.” he said shrugging his shoulder.

Her cheeks flushed.

She closed her eyes for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, but when she opened them, she found him staring at her lips. Her heartbeat skyrocketed.

His hand slowly slid to her waist, pulling her closer. “To chalo complete your classwork and i will let you go.”

She didn’t respond, but her fingers clutched his shirt tightly.

He smirked and leaned in, her lips barely brushing his cheeks when,

The cabin door suddenly opened.

Both of them jerked apart instantly. Amrit grabbed the nearest book, and Akshat swiftly stepped back, rubbing his temple as if deep in thought.

A junior student stood at the door, looking hesitant. “Good morning sir?”

Akshat cleared his throat, putting on a serious expression. “Good…morning…Is there any problem?”

The student glanced at Amrit, who was pretending to read the book as if her life depended on it. “Woh… aap se ek topic samajhna tha, sir.”

Akshat nodded, picking up a pen and pointing at the papers on the table. “Haan, dekho… ye jo concept hai…” He glanced at Amrit, who was still nervously fidgeting with the book, then smirked.

“Amrit, tum samjha do,” he said smoothly.

She snapped her head up, eyes widening. “Main?”

“Haan. Maine abhi abhi tumhe yahi toh samjhaya tha, hai na?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this.

Amrit glared at him but quickly turned to the student, trying to act normal. “Uh… haan… ye concept…” She fumbled for words, her cheeks still flushed.

The student frowned. “Par sir ye kaise matlb ye bhi to abhi padh rahi hain na?”

Akshat immediately jumped in, keeping a straight face. “Haan, but she is one of my brightest students. Tumse zyada samajhti hai.”

The student nodded slowly. “Ohh… acha, phir mujhe bhi samjha dijiye ,ma’am.”

She clenched her jaw, knowing well he was having too much fun at her expense. She quickly picked up a book and began explaining the topic, her voice slightly shaky.

Akshat folded his arms, watching her with amusement.

As soon as the student left, Amrit exhaled in relief. "Bas, ab mujhe bhi jaana chahiye," she muttered, turning toward the door.

But just as she took a step forward, a firm grip wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back. She gasped slightly as her back nearly collided with Akshat’s chest.

"Akshat!" she whispered sharply, looking at the door nervously. "Chhoriye mujhe, koi aa gaya toh?"

He smirked, his grip tightening playfully. "Phir se wahi bahana bana denge?"

She rolled her eyes. “Abhi koi aa jayega, aur aise dekh lega na sara chumma nikal aayega," she said, shaking her head dramatically.

Akshat chuckled, finally letting go of her wrist. "Theek hai, jao." He sat back in his chair, grabbing a random book from the desk. "Mujhe waise bhi kaam hai."

Amrit turned to leave but paused at the door. A mischievous smile curled on her lips as she glanced back at him. "Acha... jaane se pehle ek topic toh samjha dijiye."

Akshat leaned back slightly. "Hmmm, bolo kya samajhna hai?"

She smirked, bending a little toward him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Page number 68 open kariye..."

He frowned slightly but did as she said, flipping through the pages. "Ye lo, 68—"

Before he could finish, Amrit quickly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

His breath hitched, and before his mind could register what just happened, she tilted her head slightly and pecked his lips.

Akshat’s eyes widened in shock, his fingers tightening around the book. But before he could even react, she planted another quick kiss on his other cheek and darted away, giggling.

His entire body froze, his lips slightly parted in astonishment. He could still feel the warmth of her lips lingering on his skin.

His heart skipped a beat as he slowly brought his fingers to his cheek, where her lips had just touched. His ears burned, his breath hitched, and a slow smirk played on his lips.

Just then, the door peeked open slightly, and Amrit popped her head back in.

She grinned. "Byyyy!!" She playfully ran away.

Akshat chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

Krishiv rushed into Singhania Industries, his phone clutched in one hand, his tie slightly loosened, and his breath uneven. He was late—again. The weight of his sleep deprivation and habit of snoozing alarms a little too much was finally catching up to him.

Pushing the doors of the meeting room open, he stopped abruptly.

Empty.

Except for one person.

Kavya.

She was seated near the far end, skimming through some documents. As soon as he entered, her gaze lifted, her expression unreadable.

Krishiv exhaled in relief. "Meeting shuru nahi huyi? Thank God!"

Kavya arched a brow, her lips twitching in mild amusement before she leaned back in her chair.

“Meeting postpone ho gayi, because you were late.”

His eyes widened at her words, and he instantly rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish.

“Ohh… I am sorry… aaj kal neend hi nahi khulti.” He mumbled, trying to play it off with a casual shrug.

Kavya, however, wasn't amused.

"This is not the first time, sir. Do din pehle bhi the meeting was almost postponed because you were late… kal bhi late the aap." Her voice was sharp, laced with mild exasperation.

Krishiv sighed, knowing she was right. He rubbed his forehead tiredly.

“Yeah, I know…”

"You know, still aapki aadat nahi thik huyi? Itna late aana hota hai??" Kavya snapped, rising to her feet. “Boss hi late aate hain, and you expect others to come on time.”

Krishiv leaned against the table, crossing his arms.

“But I never scolded anyone for getting late.” He pointed out with a smug smile.

Kavya let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head. "Of course."

She grabbed her files and turned towards the door.

Krishiv blinked, realizing she was actually pissed. He hurried after her.

“Arre, aap gussa kyun ho rahi ho? I said na I’m sorry, Bulbul ki mummy.”

Kavya rolled her eyes, walking ahead without slowing down. “Parso bhi aap late aaye the…”

Krishiv sighed, speeding up to match her pace.

“Haan, I know… aage se nahi hoga.”

Kavya scoffed, not bothering to look at him.

“Har baar ka hai.” She muttered under her breath, still clearly annoyed.

Krishiv trailed behind Kavya like a guilty schoolboy following an angry teacher. His normally charming smirk had faded into an apologetic expression, but Kavya? She walked ahead with a purpose, exuding authority, her face set in annoyance.

The contrast was amusing—the elegant, composed businesswoman leading the way, while the usually confident CEO looked like a scolded child trying to calm her down.

As they strode through the main corridor of Singhania Industries, heads turned. Employees exchanged amused glances, suppressing their chuckles.

And then, suddenly—

A small group of staff stepped forward, blocking their path.

Krishiv and Kavya halted in sync.

“Congratulations, sir, ma’am, for your engagement!” One of the employees grinned, extending a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses toward them.

For the first time in the last fifteen minutes, Kavya’s irritation softened as she blinked at the unexpected gesture.

Krishiv, on the other hand, immediately grinned.

“Thank you, thank you!” He said, a little too enthusiastically, clearly hoping this moment would diffuse the tension.

Kavya gave a polite smile and murmured, “Thank you.”

Before they could move ahead, another employee piped up with a playful smile.

“You both look so cute together!”

That did it.

Both Krishiv and Kavya froze, their gazes meeting for a brief second before they quickly looked away.

Kavya’s grip on the bouquet tightened as she composed herself, giving the employee a small nod.

Kavya, refusing to let him get too pleased, shoved the bouquet into his hands.

“Hold this.” She said sharply, pushing it into his chest and resuming her brisk walk.

Krishiv stumbled slightly at the force before glancing down at the bouquet in his hands.

Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he hurried after her once again.

The moment Krishiv and Kavya stepped into Vihaan’s office, Vihaan’s eyes lifted from his laptop screen.

One look at them, and he immediately sensed the tension. Kavya’s lips were pressed in a thin line, her movements sharp and precise as she went straight to the files, completely ignoring Krishiv.

Krishiv, on the other hand, rolled his eyes dramatically before looking at Vihaan with an exaggerated sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Vihaan asked, leaning back in his chair, already expecting some drama.

“Kuch nahi.” Kavya muttered, flipping through the documents, clearly pretending Krishiv wasn’t in the room.

Krishiv scoffed.

“Arre, kya ‘kuch nahi’? Jhansi ki Rani mode mein wapas aa chuki hai!” He threw his hands up and turned to Vihaan.

“Please ask her to calm down before she declares a war.”

Kavya snapped her head up, shooting him a glare.

“Sir, ask him to stop calling me that!” She said to Vihaan, folding her arms across her chest.

“And it’s his fault. He’s been late continuously—third time this week!”

Krishiv sighed.

“Arre toh I said na sorry… ab aur kya karun? Vihaan, tell her!” He turned to his friend for support.

But Vihaan held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Bhai, aap dono apas mein nipta lo. Miya-biwi ke beech mujhe nahi fasna. Bye.” He said, grabbing his phone and making a quick exit.

Krishiv’s mouth fell open.

“Arre Vihaan—” But the door had already shut behind him.

Krishiv sighed, rubbing his forehead, before turning back to Kavya.

She was still fixated on her files, ignoring him with impressive determination.

Krishiv smirked, leaning against the table with his arms crossed.

“Choti si baat hai, Bulbul ki mummy… itna kya bhadakna?” He said in a light tone, teasing her.

Kavya stiffened. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, her eyes narrowing.

“Mai bhadak rahi hoon?” She asked, her voice dangerously calm.

Krishiv instantly straightened up.

“Ahm… nahi toh! Aap toh kitni sweet hain. Bilkul gulkand jaise.” He grinned sheepishly.

“That’s why I’m saying, gussa thook dijiye.”

“This is not the way, sir. You can't be late every time. Aapki aadat bahut kharab ho rahi hai. Even Bulbul is better than you.” She said, her frustration clear.

She turned on her heels, intending to walk away, but before she could take another step, his hand wrapped around her wrist.

Her breath hitched.

The sudden touch sent an unexplainable warmth up her arm, her heart skipping a beat.

Krishiv, however, remained oblivious to the effect he was having on her.

He gently pulled her closer, his grip light yet firm. His eyes, filled with a teasing glint, locked onto hers as he spoke, his voice softer than before.

“Ab aap rahengi na, toh aap sudhar dijiyega meri aadat.”

His words melted something inside her.

Her heart betrayed her for a second, but she quickly composed herself, pressing her lips together to hide any sign of weakness.

“Aap nahi sudhrenge.” She said, her voice holding a mix of irritation and something else—something she refused to name.

Krishiv smirked.

“Toh? You can kick me out of the house.”

Kavya tried to remain serious, but his words, mixed with his boyish grin, caught her off guard.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Krishiv’s eyes lit up.

Victory.

“This is the last time.” She warned, trying to keep her tone stern.

“Pakka.” He grinned, nodding dramatically.

She finally smiled, shaking her head at his antics, and he felt his own smile widen, watching her.

But before either could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.

Kavya instantly took a step back, snapping out of the moment.

Krishiv, however, let go of her hand casually, as if nothing had happened, and turned toward the door, completely unaffected.

Kavya, on the other hand, looked down, biting her lip to hide her blush.

Please check out the NOTE before this chapter.

And I am sorry for causing this trouble.

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