As the golden hue of early morning settled over the village, the atmosphere began to buzz with quiet anticipation. It was the first day of the medical camp, and though word had only just begun to spread, a decent number of villagers had already started forming a queue, some curious, some hopeful, and many in need. Women in colorful sarees with children in tow, elderly men with walking sticks, and young boys eager to help created a soft hum of movement and chatter around the campgrounds.
From the first light of dawn, Vaidaksh, Krithvik, and their team had been working tirelessly to transform an open patch of dry land into a fully functioning medical camp. Large white tents were carefully erected, each one assigned for a different purpose, checkups, basic treatment, first aid, and medication distribution. Folding tables, chairs, and portable examination beds were methodically arranged. Equipment cases were unpacked, sterilized, and positioned with precision.
Several of the village’s young boys had enthusiastically volunteered to help, lifting supplies, spreading out mats, and running errands with eager energy. Vaidaksh made sure to thank each of them with a warm pat on the shoulder or a nod of appreciation, gaining even more admiration from the villagers.
Given the known power issues in the village, the team had also brought along a generator, which now hummed steadily in the background, ensuring an uninterrupted supply for essential medical instruments and lighting.
After nearly three straight hours of meticulous effort under the rising sun, everything was finally in place. The camp stood proudly at the center of the village like a symbol of hope and compassion.
Vaidaksh stood at the main checkup tent, now dressed in a crisp beige shirt tucked neatly into black pants. His white doctor’s coat bore the subtle embroidery of the VS Hospital insignia, and a sterile mask covered the lower half of his face. His posture was calm but alert, shoulders squared, stethoscope around his neck, sleeves rolled just above the wrist, ready to begin.
Beside him stood Krithvik, equally composed, dressed in a smart grey shirt and black trousers. His mask was already in place, and he was scribbling something on a clipboard, focused and efficient as ever. Despite the long hours and the sweat clinging to their brows, both men carried an air of purpose, driven not by duty alone, but by a deep desire to serve. Slowly, the villagers began stepping forward, one by one. The medical camp had officially begun, and with it, the quiet ripple of change had just started to move through the heart of the village.
The camp was now in full swing.
Inside the tents, the atmosphere was filled with a purposeful rhythm, patients coming in, consultations happening, prescriptions being written, and guidance being shared. Vaidaksh and Krithvik moved from one person to the next with dedication etched into their every word and gesture.
Vaidaksh was entirely in his element. He examined patients with calm precision, his stethoscope pressed gently to their backs, his eyes warm with empathy. He made a conscious effort to switch from his usual formal tone to one that resonated with the villagers. He used simple, earthy Hindi laced with metaphors and familiar analogies.
On the other side, Krithvik was doing his best, but the language barrier was visibly testing his patience. He’d begin smoothly. Krithvik was clearly struggling, every time he spoke, he would unknowingly slip into English or Punjabi, only to realize he had to translate everything again for the villagers. The constant back-and-forth left him irritated, but he couldn’t help it, and the poor guy just sighed in quiet defeat each time.
Krithvik: “You need to avoid sugar completely and...."
The village man gave Krithvik a confused, almost suspicious look. In response, Krithvik shut his eyes briefly in frustration and ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself and not make things worse.
Krithvik: "Umm… matlab… chini nahi khaani. Bilkul bhi nahi. Haan."
(You need to avoid sugar completely and yeah.)
Vaidaksh glanced at him from the corner of his eye and chuckled under his mask, shaking his head. Krithvik shot him a tired glare but couldn’t help smiling too. Despite the struggle, he never once lost his composure with a patient, no matter how many times he had to repeat himself.
Together, the two made a perfect contrast: Vaidaksh with his calm, rural-adapted manner and Krithvik with his enthusiastic, if occasionally clumsy, attempts to connect. And yet, both were equally loved and respected by the villagers, who saw beyond their language into the sincerity of their hearts.
Another villager approached Krithvik for a check-up.
Krithvik: "So now please lay… Mera matlab aap please... Kripaya karke let jaiye, aapka check up.. matlab jaach karna hai"
(I mean… kindly lie down, I need to do your check-up... I mean, examination.)
The villager lay down, ready for his checkup, while Vaidaksh, just done with a patient, chuckled softly at Krithvik’s growing frustration. Still, Krithvik composed himself and began examining the patient thoroughly. After prescribing a few necessary things, he gave a nod and said the patient could leave. With a tired sigh, Krithvik finally sank into a nearby chair, rubbing his temples, clearly drained but still managing a faint smile.
Vaidaksh: "Kya hua ab tujhe??"
(What happened to you now?)
Krithvik: "The moment we get home, I’m going to take Hindi lessons from Ruhi Mami, bhai it's so difficult yaar, Main nahi auna aggli vaar tuhade naal, main taan hospital ch hi theek haan'
(The moment we get home, I’m going to take Hindi lessons from Ruhi Mami. Bro, this is so difficult! I’m not coming with you next time. I’m better off staying at the hospital.)
Vaidaksh chuckled and placed a reassuring hand on Krithvik's shoulder. Both of them then removed their doctor masks, smiling in relief as the crowd began to thin.
Vaidaksh: "Tired??"
Krithvik: "Haa bhai, yaha toh AC bhi nahi hai"
(Yeah bro, and there’s not even an AC here!)
Vaidaksh: "Ayy hayyy bechare Humare prince ko kitni takleef ho Rahi hai na"
(Ohhh poor thing, our prince is suffering so much, isn’t he?)
Krithvik: "Haa toh aapko pata hai papa ko pata chala na I'm struggling over here, abhi aa jayenge mujhe lene, vo toh main achcha hu isiliye jaunga nahi"
(Yeah! If Dad finds out I’m struggling here, he’ll come to take me back instantly. I’m just too good to actually go with him.)
Vaidaksh: "Nautanki karta rehta hai bas din bhar"
(All you do is act dramatic all day.)
Krithvik: "Heeheee, but seriously bhai dekho na ek bajne aaya hai aur Sarpanch ji ne bola tha his daughter will get lunch for us, ab tak nahi bheja"
(Hehe, but seriously bro, it’s almost 1 o’clock and Sarpanch ji said his daughter would bring us lunch, she hasn’t come yet.)
Vaidaksh: "It's okay aate hi honge, chal thoda rest kar lete hai"
(It’s okay, she must be on the way. Let’s take a little rest.)
Krithvik: "Yes please"
Just as Krithvik stood up and both brothers were about to leave, a villager stepped into Vaidaksh’s tent, requesting a check-up. Vaidaksh paused, exchanging a brief glance with Krithvik, then turned back with a patient smile, ready to assist once again.
Vaidaksh: "Tu chal main ye ek last patient karke aata hu"
(You go ahead, I’ll just finish with one last patient.)
Krithvik: "As you say sir, main jaata hu mujhe bhabhi ko bhi toh dundhna hai"
(As you say, Sir. I’m going, I need to find Bhabhi too.)
Vaidaksh: "Krithuuuu"
Krithvik: "What “Krithu”? I’m on a mission, don’t try to distract me."
Vaidaksh shot a sharp glare at Krithvik and took a step toward him, and without wasting a second, Krithvik bolted from the spot like a mischievous child caught red-handed. Vaidaksh let out a sigh, shook his head with a hint of a smile, and turned back to attend to the waiting patient.
Krithvik strolled toward the shed area where their lunch had been arranged, a soft whistle escaping his lips as he enjoyed the calm moment. Suddenly, something caught his eye, and a wide grin spread across his face.
Ahead, Siyanshi was approaching, accompanied by a young girl. Siyanshi looked radiant in a flowing lilac ethnic dress that complemented the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees. Her steps were confident, yet warm, as she made her way toward the group.
Krithvik: "damn, lagta hai bhabhs ko bhi mujhse milne ki jaldi thi... Hayy rabba, thank you for giving me so much charm."
(Damn! Looks like Bhabhi was also eager to meet me. Thank you, God, for giving me so much charm.)
Krithvik quickly changed direction and headed straight toward Siyanshi. Standing right in front of her, he flashed a playful wave, his grin lighting up his face.
Krithvik: "Hi bha....Ramleela wali ladki"
(Hi Bha—Ramleela Girl!)
Siyanshi and Gauri exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowed in confusion. Meanwhile, Krithvik stood nearby, watching them with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the moment.
Krithvik: "Is there a problem?"
Siyanshi: "What “Ramleela wali ladki”? And who are you?"
Krithvik: "Damn dude, finally someone here who knows English!"
Siyanshi: "Excuse me??"
Gauri: "Aap dono kya baatein kar rahe hai??"
(What are you both talking about?)
Siyanshi: "Pata nahi kon hai ye??"
(No idea who he is.)
Krithvik: "Areh I'm Dr. Krithvik Khanna"
Gauri: "Achcha dactor Babu, hum dono aap hi ke liye khana la Rahi thi"
(Oh Doctor Babu, we were just bringing lunch for you two.)
Krithvik’s wide grin and excitement didn’t go unnoticed by Siyanshi, who eyed him with a suspicious gaze. Catching her look, Krithvik quickly straightened up and composed himself, masking his enthusiasm with a calm demeanor.
Krithvik: "Vaise aap dono kon hai ?? Khana toh Sarpanch Ji ki beti laane wali thi"
(By the way, who are you both? Wasn’t the Sarpanch’s daughter supposed to bring the lunch?)
Gauri: "Ji main hi hu sarpanch Ji ki beti Gauri, aur ye meri dost Siyanshi"
(I’m Gauri, Sarpanch ji’s daughter, and this is my friend Siyanshi.)
Krithvik’s eyes lit up with excitement as he learned Siyanshi’s name, but she continued to regard him with a look that clearly said, “You’re kind of weird.” Undeterred, Krithvik smiled sheepishly, knowing he’d have to win her over in time.
Krithvik: "Age kya hai aapki?? Married toh nahi hai na aap?? Bachche bachche kuch??"
(What’s your age? You’re not married, right? No kids or anything?)
Siyanshi furrowed her brows, giving Krithvik a puzzled, slightly skeptical look. Yet, Krithvik’s curiosity wouldn’t let him stay quiet, and he pressed on, eager to learn more despite her wary expression.
Krithvik: "Bataiye"
(Please tell me.)
Siyanshi: "Excuse me Dr. Whatever, main aapko ye sab kyu batau??? I don't even know you"
(Excuse me, Dr. Whatever, why should I tell you any of that? I don’t even know you.)
Krithvik: "Ahh vo I mean main doctor hu na aur yaha medical camp hai toh apne patients ki age, marital status and all pata rehna chahiye na"
(Ah, I mean I’m a doctor and we’re running a medical camp, so it’s good to know patients’ age, marital status, etc., right?)
Siyanshi: "Mujhe koi check up nahi karana hai, I'm perfectly fine"
(I don’t need any check-up. I’m perfectly fine.)
Krithvik’s smile faded instantly, as if his plan to find out Siyanshi’s age and marital status had completely backfired. Sensing the tension and thinking Siyanshi was being rude to him, Gauri quickly stepped in and spoke up on Krithvik’s behalf, trying to ease the awkwardness.
Gauri: "Dactor Babu, ye sheher se aayi hai na ye aisi hi hai iski baat ka bura maniyega"
(Doctor Babu, she’s from the city — she’s like that. Don’t take her words to heart.)
Krithvik: "Areh koi baat nahi"
(Oh, no worries.)
Gauri: "Vaise shadi nahi huyi hai iski aur na humari, aur hum dono hi 24 saal ke hai"
(By the way, neither of us is married, and we’re both 24 years old.)
Krithvik grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Krithvik: "Ohh shadii nahi huyi haiii"
(Ohhh, not married!)
Krithvik spoke excitedly, but Siyanshi narrowed her eyes at him sharply, causing him to gulp nervously.
Krithvik: "Ahh I mean to say...kaisi.. ha kaisi hai aap ab??"
(Ah, I mean… how are you feeling now?)
Siyanshi: "Kyu, mujhe kya hoga??"
(Why? What would be wrong with me?)
Krithvik: "Areh vo kal table gira tha na aap pe aur bhai pe... Toh bhai bahaut tension le rahe the aapki "
(Oh, because yesterday the table fell on you and my brother… so he’s been really worried about you.)
Gauri: "Aapke bhai Siyanshi ki tension kyu lenge??"
(Why would your brother be worried about Siyanshi?)
Krithvik: "Areh vo bhai ne hi toh kal vo baby ko aur inko bachaya tha, aur bhai ko toh bahaut buri chot bhi aayi thi unke back pe, bechare so bhi nahi paye Puri raat.. main doctor hu phir bhi unki chot nahi dekh paya batao itna bura laga unhe, khoon tak aa gaya tha"
(Because he saved the baby and her yesterday, and he got badly hurt on his back too. Poor guy couldn’t even sleep all night. Even I, being a doctor, couldn't see his injury, he was bleeding, that’s how bad it was.)
As Krithvik spoke about Vaidaksh and his injury, embellishing the details with a touch of exaggeration, he keenly observed Siyanshi’s facial expressions. Slowly, her eyes softened, and a genuine look of concern appeared, showing how deeply she cared despite the angry tone.
Gauri: "Kya vo kal wale dactor Babu aapke bhai hai?? Kaise hai ab vo??"
(What? That doctor from yesterday is your brother? How is he now??)
Krithvik: "Ab kaise hi honge, table gira tha unki back pe, phir bhi kaam pehle, vaha hi patients dekh rahe hai subah se do minute araam se baithe nahi hai"
(How would he be? He got hurt yesterday by table and still, he’s seeing patients since morning. Not a minute’s rest.)
Krithvik casually pointed toward Vaidaksh’s tent, where the young doctor was busy attending to a patient, his back turned to the group. The soft rustling of the cloth tent flaps and the quiet murmurs of the consultation filled the air.
Siyanshi’s gaze immediately fixed on Vaidaksh. There was something unfamiliar yet intense in her eyes, a mixture of curiosity, admiration, and something deeper that even she hadn’t fully acknowledged yet. Her breath hitched slightly, and her heart began to race, pounding loudly in her chest as if trying to keep pace with the sudden surge of emotions.
Krithvik’s smirk grew wider as he caught sight of the tenderness flickering in her eyes. He knew the subtle signs well, and the softness on her face told him everything he needed to know.
Gauri: "Hey bhagwan lagta hai bahaut lag gayi na dactor Babu ko, kya hum mil sakte hai unse, naam kya hai unka??"
(Oh God, he must have really gotten hurt. Can we meet him? What’s his name?)
Krithvik: "Dr. Vai..."
Krithvik paused mid-sentence, a mischievous spark lighting up his eyes as a playful thought crossed his mind. Suppressing a chuckle, he smiled to himself, amused by his own cleverness.
Krithvik: "Dr. Praanpriye Singhania"
Gauri and Siyanshi both exchanged puzzled glances, their expressions filled with confusion as they looked at Krithvik.
Siyanshi: "Seriously?? Ye kaisa naam hai??"
(Seriously?? What kind of name is that?)
Krithvik: "Excuse me, why are you guys making faces?? Kisi ke naam pe aise muh banate hai kya aap log??"
(Excuse me?! Why are you both making faces? Is that how you react to someone’s name??)
Siyanshi: "Ahh, yeah we're sorry."
Gauri: "Chal Siyanshi unse milke aate hai, vo nahi hote toh unki chot Aaj tujhe lagi hoti"
(Come on, Siyanshi, let’s go meet him. If he hadn’t saved you, that injury would’ve been yours.)
Krithvik: "Haa haa jaiye jaiye"
(Yeah, yeah go ahead.)
Gauri and Siyanshi nodded in agreement and began making their way toward Vaidaksh’s tent. Watching them go, Krithvik quickly pulled out his phone and typed a message into their group chat, aptly named "Mrs. Vaidaksh Patao Abhiyaan", grinning as he hit send.
Krithvik: "Guys, bhabhs ka naam Siyanshi hai, her eyes are blue, she's 24 and unmarried, matlab bhai ka raasta clear... Ha vo baat alag hai ki mujhe thodi chidchidi lagi but bhai ke baare me sunte hi her expressions soften, so it's fine main bura nahi manunga"
(Guys, Bhabhi’s name is Siyanshi, she has blue eyes, she’s 24, and unmarried, means bhai’s path is clear!
Okay, she did seem a little cranky but as soon as I mentioned Bhai, her expression softened, so it’s fine. I won’t mind.)
Krithvik sent the message and grinned mischievously to himself, watching Gauri and Siyanshi head toward Vaidaksh. Suddenly, a new idea sparked in his mind. Without hesitation, he broke into a run, eager to catch up with them and put his plan into action.
Krithvik: "Miss Gauri, suniye"
(Miss Gauri, excuse me?)
Gauri paused, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on Krithvik as she watched the interactions around the camp. Meanwhile, Siyanshi moved with quiet determination toward Vaidaksh’s tent, her heartbeat quickening with every step. The sounds and bustle of the camp faded into the background, eclipsed by the growing storm of emotions inside her.
At that moment, Vaidaksh had just finished attending to a patient. He reached for his water bottle, but before taking a sip, his chest tightened and his heartbeat accelerated. Slowly, almost instinctively, he turned, and there she was.
Siyanshi stood there, framed by the soft glow of the fading light, her deep blue eyes locked with his. Time seemed to slow as their gazes intertwined, a silent conversation passing between them, one neither could fully understand nor articulate.
A single tear welled up in Vaidaksh’s eyes, mirrored by one that trembled and fell from Siyanshi’s own. Their hearts swelled with an unspoken longing, and for a fleeting moment, the world held its breath around them.
Just then, a patient who had been resting on the examination bed rose and stepped down, accidentally bumping lightly into Vaidaksh. The sudden movement shattered the fragile stillness, pulling both Vaidaksh and Siyanshi back from the edge of their shared reverie.
Quickly, both wiped away their tears, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and wonder at the intensity of the moment. Neither quite understood what had passed between them, but they both knew, deep down, that something profound had just begun.
Vaidaksh: "Ye kya ho raha hai mere sath, kahi main apni sudh budh kho toh nahi baitha??"
(What’s happening to me? Am I losing my senses??)
Vaidaksh muttered quietly to himself, taking a deep breath to compose his nerves as Siyanshi approached. She smiled warmly and extended her hand confidently for a handshake, her eyes shining with friendly intent.
Siyanshi: "Hello Dr. Praanpriye"
Vaidaksh’s eyes widened suddenly, and he choked on a sharp breath, breaking into a coughing fit. Concerned, Siyanshi quickly reached out and gently patted his back, offering comfort as he struggled to catch his breath.
Vaidaksh: "Ahhh"
Vaidaksh hissed softly in pain, and Siyanshi immediately realized she had accidentally patted right on his injury. Despite the discomfort, their heartbeats steadied to a calm rhythm at the gentle touch. Quickly recovering, Siyanshi grabbed a water bottle and offered it to him, then took two careful steps back, a nervous flutter in her chest.
Siyanshi: "I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry"
Vaidaksh took a sip of water and smiled gently at her nervousness.
Vaidaksh: "That’s okay, Ms…"
Siyanshi: "Siyanshi. Siyanshi Dixit."
Vaidaksh: "Yep, Siyanshi. How are you? I hope kal aapko lagi nahi"
(Yep, Siyanshi. How are you? I hope you weren’t hurt yesterday?)
Siyanshi: "I'm fine, but aapke bhai bata rahe the aapko lag gayi bahaut, ab kaise hai aap?? Zyada dard hai kya??"
(I’m fine. But your brother said you got hurt badly. How are you now? Is it still painful?)
Vaidaksh returned her concerned smile, feeling his heart perform a joyful dance within his chest, though only he knew how hard he was working to keep his excitement in check, determined not to embarrass himself in front of her.
Vaidaksh: "ji main bilkul theek hu"
(I’m completely fine.)
Siyanshi: "Good to know."
Vaidaksh smiled softly, a warmth spreading through his chest as he stood there with Siyanshi. Neither spoke a word, yet the silence between them was far from awkward, it was a gentle, comforting hush that wrapped around them like a delicate embrace.
Their eyes held a quiet conversation, exchanging emotions too deep for words. It was as if their hearts were whispering secrets only they could understand, stirring feelings neither had ever dared to acknowledge before.
Vaidaksh found himself mesmerized by every detail of her face, the striking depth of her blue eyes that seemed to hold entire oceans, the small, enchanting mole perched just above her pulpy pink lips, and the neat braid that framed her face with effortless elegance. Each feature told a story, and in that moment, to him, she was nothing short of breathtaking.
Time seemed to slow, the world narrowing down to just the two of them standing there, connected by an invisible thread of newfound emotions, a silent promise waiting to be explored.
Even as she tried to focus on helping him, Siyanshi found herself involuntarily admiring Vaidaksh, the deep, intense black of his eyes that seemed to hold a world of unspoken emotions; the sharp, defined line of his nose; the gentle curve of his thin lips; the subtle shadow of a light beard framing his jaw; and the noticeable rise and fall of his Adam’s apple as he breathed steadily.
Her mind began to wander, tracing every detail, but before she could lose herself completely, she quickly turned her face away, forcing herself to regain control over her fluttering thoughts.
Several moments of quiet passed, filled only by the soft sounds of the village around them, before Siyanshi finally broke the silence, her voice steady but carrying a hint of the emotion she’d been holding back.
Siyanshi: "Okay so Dr. Praanpriye, vo main aur Gauri khana laaye the aap logo ke liye, it's over there"
(Okay, so Dr. Praanpriye, Gauri and I brought lunch for you both. It’s over there.)
Vaidaksh: "Aapko mera naam kaise p..."
(How do you know my name was…)
Siyanshi: "Aapke bhai Dr. Krithvik ne bataya, but don't mind mujhe thoda ajeeb laga aapka naam, like is zamane me ... Please don't mind but.."
(Your brother, Dr. Krithvik, told me. But don’t mind, your name sounded a little weird to me… like in today’s time… please don’t take offense.)
Vaidaksh: "No no it's fine, ab jo hai so hai"
(No, no, it’s fine. It is what it is.)
Siyanshi: "Okay, main chalti hu"
(Okay, I’ll take your leave.)
Vaidaksh: "Phir kab aayengi??"
(When will you come again?)
Siyanshi: "Jiii??"
(What??)
Vaidaksh: "Ahh I mean ye medical camp hai na toh aapko check up Kara Lena chahiye"
(I mean, since this is a medical camp, you should probably get a check-up.)
Siyanshi: "No thank you, I'm perfectly fine."
Siyanshi smiled warmly at him, and before Vaidaksh could say another word, she gently turned and walked away, heading toward Gauri, who was engrossed in conversation with Krithvik.
Gauri: "Dactor Babu, aap kya keh rahe hai main kuch samajh nahi paa Rahi hu, main london gayi nahi hu toh mujhe kaise pata hoga"
(Doctor Babu, what are you saying? I can’t understand anything, I’ve never been to London, so how would I know?)
Siyanshi: "Gauri chale??"
(Gauri, shall we go?)
Krithvik: "Areh bha... I mean Ramleela wali ladki tum ja rahi ho??"
(Hey Bha, I mean Ramleela Girl, you’re leaving?)
Siyanshi: "Siyanshi naam hai mera"
(My name is Siyanshi.)
Krithvik: "Ha ha vahi, bhai se mili nahi tum??"
(Yeah, yeah, that… didn’t you meet my brother?)
Siyanshi: "Mil li, aur khane ka bhi bata diya hai, aap bhi jaake ke kha lijiye, chal Gauri"
(I did. And I told him about the food. You should go eat too. Let’s go, Gauri.)
Krithvik: "Areh lekin..."
(But...)
Before Krithvik could get a word out, Siyanshi gently grabbed Gauri’s hand and quietly slipped away, leaving the spot with a soft determination in her step.
Krithvik didn’t waste a moment. He jogged over to where Vaidaksh stood, still staring intently in the direction Siyanshi had disappeared, completely lost in his own thoughts. A sly smirk spread across Krithvik’s face as he leaned in and nudged Vaidaksh playfully.
Krithvik: "Toh kaisa Raha bhabhs ke sath dusra encounter??"
(So how was your second encounter with Bhabhi?)
Vaidaksh: "Kya naam bataya tune unhe mera??"
(What name did you tell her I have??)
Krithvik: "ha toh galat kya hai, Vaidehi Aunty bhi toh Viyansh uncle ko swami kehti hai na.. toh bhabhs... Nahi mujhse choti hai toh Siyanshi... Vo aapko Praanpriye bolegi toh jayega??"
(What’s wrong with it?? Even Vaidehi Aunty calls Viyansh Uncle “Swami,” right? So Bhabhi… I mean, she’s younger than me, so Siyanshi… will she call you “Praanpriye” or not??)
Vaidaksh: "Tujhe kaise pata choti hai??"
(How do you know she’s younger?)
Krithvik: "she's 24, unmarried aur yaha bas kuch dino ke liye aayi hai vaise sheher se hi hai"
(She’s 24, unmarried, and here just for a few days. She’s from the city.)
Vaidaksh: "Itna sab pata kar bhi liya??"
(You found out all that already??)
Krithvik grinned mischievously, clearly pleased with himself, while Vaidaksh shook his head in mild exasperation. Grabbing his phone, Vaidaksh stared at Krithvik for a few tense seconds before shooting him a sharp glare, silently warning him to behave.
Krithvik: "Kya??"
(What??)
Vaidaksh: "Medical field chod ke reporting start karde.. ye kya live updates de raha hai sabko???"
(Leave the medical field and start a career in journalism. What’s with the live updates??)
Krithvik: "Bhookh lagi hai mujhe chalo jaldi, phir Mrs. Praanpriye ko patane ke ideas sochenge"
(I’m hungry, come quickly! After that, we’ll think of ideas to woo Mrs. Praanpriye!)
At the sound of those words, a rosy flush crept up Vaidaksh’s ears, painting them pink. Seizing the moment, Krithvik grinned widely and launched into playful teasing, thoroughly enjoying his brother’s bashful reaction.
Around 7 PM, the ACP Office buzzed with soft murmurs of files being flipped, phones ringing in intervals, and footsteps echoing down the hallways. This wasn’t a typical police station, it was more structured, more authoritative. Being an ACP, Kiyaansh didn’t operate from just any single police station; multiple sub-divisional stations reported to him, and he had a well-appointed office shared with other senior officers within the central complex.
Inside his glass-partitioned cabin, Kiyaansh sat on his high-backed leather chair, dressed in his crisp uniform, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veins along his forearms. In front of him sat Viyana, arms tightly crossed over her chest, her expression stormy and unrelenting. Her eyebrows were drawn close, lips pressed into a thin line, and she tapped her foot impatiently, clearly not here for a friendly visit. The contrast between his composed posture and her simmering irritation filled the cabin with a silent tension, like a storm cloud waiting to burst. Kiyaansh’s fingers rested lightly on a file, but his eyes were fixed on Viyana.
Constable: "Sir, bhabhi ji kab se wait kar rahi hai aapka"
(Sir, ma’am has been waiting for you for quite a while.)
Kiyaansh: "Stop calling her bhabhi ji Trivedi ji'
Viyana: "Haa, main yaha kab se baithi hu tab muh nahi khula aapka, lekin ek insaan kuch sahi bol raha hai usko galat batane pehle aayenge."
(Yeah! I’ve been sitting here forever and you didn’t say a word, but the moment someone says something even remotely right, you're quick to correct them.)
Kiyaansh didn’t respond, his expression unreadable, as he returned his focus to the case file in front of him. The rustle of papers was the only sound that followed, signaling he had slipped back into work mode.
Viyana: "Zyada nakhre mat dikhaiye aap praannath, aapko liye Bina nahi jaungi, akhir sasu maa ko kya muh dikhaungi main."
(Don’t act so difficult, my dear husband-to-be. I’m not leaving without you. After all, how will I face my future mother-in-law without you?)
Kiyaansh leaned back in his chair, lifting the file in front of his face, more to hide the growing smile on his lips than to read it. He peeked over the top of the folder, watching Viyana’s scowl deepen as she sat with her arms crossed like an angry teacher waiting for a student to confess.
He knew exactly why she was here. Savisha had sent her, of course, his mother’s last resort when he ignored all her calls about coming home on time and not skipping dinner. Kiyaansh also knew Viyana had just returned from a business trip, likely heading here straight from the airport. Her hair was slightly tousled, eyes tired from travel, yet she chose to come to him first.
That simple gesture didn’t go unnoticed. It warmed his heart more than he would admit. But instead of showing it, he was enjoying dragging the moment out, loving every bit of her annoyed silence.
Just as he was about to make a witty remark, the door to his cabin opened, and the Commissioner stepped in with quiet authority. Kiyaansh immediately stood up, setting the file down and straightening his posture. He saluted with crisp precision, his teasing expression instantly replaced by professional seriousness.
Commissioner: "Sorry, Officer, I just forgot my phone here. I came back to take it."
Kiyaansh: "No problem, sir."
Commissioner: "But our meeting ended an hour ago and the case is closed. So why are you still here?"
Kiyaansh’s eyes widened in shock, mirroring Viyana’s reaction. She shot him a fierce glare, clearly not holding back her frustration. Without a word, she stood up abruptly and slammed her hands on the table, the sharp sound echoing through the room, demanding his attention.
Viyana: "Ye kya praannath, aap free hai phir bhi mujhe pareshan kar rahe hai?? Ghar kyu nahi chalte??"
(What is this, my dear? You’re free and still troubling me? Let’s go home!)
The Commissioner glanced at Viyana, then shifted his gaze to Kiyaansh, observing them both closely.
Commissioner: "Officer, I didn’t know you were married."
The Commissioner turned back toward Viyana, his expression softening slightly. He extended his hand, and with a respectful nod, shook hands with her firmly, acknowledging her presence.
Commissioner: "Hello, Mrs. Khurana."
Viyana: "Hello, Sir."
Viyana turned towards Commissioner and started talking again.
Kiyaansh: "Sir, we’re not married."
Viyana: "YET.. Pura bataiye praannath, we're not married yet, aage chal ke ho jayenge sir."
(Yet. Please complete the sentence, my dear, we’re not married yet, but we will be soon, Sir.)
Kiyaansh: "Viyanaaa"
Commissioner: "Oh, that’s great, Officer. She’s a lovely girl."
Viyana: "Thank you, Commissioner Sir, and please humari shadi me aaiyega aap aapki family ke sath"
(Thank you, Commissioner Sir. And please do come to our wedding with your family.)
Commissioner: "Sure sure why not, kab hai shadi??"
(Sure, sure. Why not? When is the wedding?)
Kiyaansh: "Viyana, car layi ho??"
(Viyana, did you bring the car?)
Viyana: "Nahi Driver ke sath bhej diya"
(No, I sent it with the driver.)
Kiyaansh: "Trivedi ji meri car keys dijiye"
(Trivedi ji, please give me my car keys.)
Viyana turned to face the Commissioner and resumed speaking, her tone composed and confident.
Viyana: "Abhi socha nahi hai Sir, aapko pata hai, ye toh meri zara bhi sunte hi nahi hai, main kab se keh rahi hu..."
(We haven’t decided the date yet, Sir. You know, he never listens to me. I’ve been saying it for ages...)
Kiyaansh stepped forward and gently held Viyana’s arms.
Kiyaansh: "Viyana, chalo"
(Viyana, let’s go.)
Viyana: "Ek minute rukiye, ha toh sir main keh rahi thi ki aap zara samjhaiye inhe, jab dekho office me rehte hai, kaam kaam kaam chalta hai inka, mere bare me sochte hi nahi hai..."
(One minute, hold on. So, Sir, as I was saying, please make him understand. He’s always at work, always busy, never thinks about me...)
Viyana poured out her frustrations to the Commissioner, her voice firm and unyielding as she recounted every challenge she’d been facing. Kiyaansh watched helplessly from the side, trying his best to interject, to lighten the mood or distract her, but Viyana wasn’t having any of it. Her determination to be heard was unwavering.
The Commissioner listened attentively, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took in the dynamic between the two. He seemed amused by the silent tug-of-war playing out between the stubborn woman and the exasperated man.
Finally, with a resigned sigh, Kiyaansh realized words wouldn’t do the trick this time. Without hesitation, he reached out, gently grasped Viyana’s hand, and slipped it around his neck. Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
Viyana’s eyes went wide with surprise, a flash of shock quickly replaced by a soft smile as she looked up at him. The room seemed to hold its breath in that suspended moment, the tension melting into something warmer and more intimate.
Kiyaansh: "Sorry, Sir. Jai Hind Sir,"
Commissioner: "Jai Hind, Enjoy, Officer."
Kiyaansh felt his ears flush a deep shade of red as he carried Viyana out of his cabin, the weight of dozens of curious eyes upon them making his heart race. Viyana, sensing the attention, suddenly felt a flush creeping up her cheeks as well. Without hesitation, she tucked her face shyly into the crook of his neck, sending a subtle shiver down his spine.
He smiled softly to himself but kept his composure as he guided her to the car. Gently, he settled her into the passenger seat, careful not to rush. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he stole a quick glance her way.
Though she avoided meeting his eyes, her rosy cheeks betrayed her bashfulness. The air between them was thick with unspoken feelings, quiet and tender in the cool evening light.
Kiyaansh: 'Sorry Viyana aise utha ke laane ke liye par tum sunti hi kaha ho"
(Sorry, Viyana, for dragging you away like that, but do you ever listen?)
Viyana: "I don’t mind that."
Viyana spoke softly, a shy smile playing on her lips as she carefully avoided his gaze. He returned her smile but quickly looked away, clearing his throat nervously, the moment charged with a quiet, mutual awkwardness.
Kiyaansh: "Achcha bolo kaha jaana hai, mumma ne toh Ghar hi bulaya hoga par tum is wajah se toh aayi nahi hogi na"
(Okay, tell me where you want to go. I’m sure Mom must’ve invited you home, but I’m guessing that’s not the real reason you’re here.)
Viyana grinned and nodded, a playful sparkle in her eyes. As a few strands of hair slipped free from her face, she clumsily brushed them back, adding an endearing charm to the moment.
Viyana: "Haa vo mujhe meri dost ki shadi ke kapde... Urgghh"
(Yeah… I actually came for some wedding outfit shopping for my friend. Ughh…)
Her hair tangled as she absentmindedly pulled at it with her nails, causing a slight discomfort. Watching this, Kiyaansh shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips at her adorable clumsiness.
Kiyaansh: "is baar aap apna hair tie kaha bhuli hai madam??"
(And this time, where did you forget your hair tie, madam?)
Viyana: "Airport pe shayad"
(At the airport, probably.)
Kiyaansh shook his head with a gentle smile as she accidentally tugged her hair and let out a small hiss of pain. Without hesitation, he reached out and held her hand.
Kiyaansh: "Stop pagal ladki, kya kya karti rehti ho, Ruko"
(Stop, crazy girl. What do you even keep doing? Wait.)
Kiyaansh gently took Viyana’s hands and rested them softly on her lap before reaching up to smooth down the stray strands of hair that had escaped her loose style. With a practiced hand, he untangled the knots and then reached over to the car’s steering wheel, where he always kept an extra hair clip, just in case.
Carefully, he secured her hair with the clip, neatly tying it back. It was a small, habitual gesture born out of familiarity; Viyana had a knack for losing her hair ties everywhere, and Kiyaansh had long ago made it his mission to keep one handy for her.
Viyana’s lips curled into a bright smile at his thoughtful act. Playfully, she reached over and tugged gently at his cheek, her eyes sparkling with affection and gratitude.
Viyana: "Such a pookieee"
Kiyaansh: "Shut up"
Viyana giggled softly, buckled her seatbelt, and settled comfortably by folding her legs crosswise. As Kiyaansh started driving, she began chatting animatedly, filling the car with her lively energy.
Viyana: "Aur pata hai uske baad na sasu maa na kaha ki mujhe aapko jaldi ghar bulane aana chahiye kyuki main aapki vo...voo... Areh kya word bola tha sasu maa ne bhool gayi main"
(And you know what? After that, your mom said I should start coming home more often because I’m your... your... What was the word she used? I forgot.)
Kiyaansh: "Kyuki tum meri votti ho isiliye"
(Because you’re my wife, that’s why.)
Viyana: "Haa haa vahi kyuki main aapki vottii... Ek min, matlab aap mante hai ki main aapki...."
(Yeah, yeah, that, because I’m your wif... Wait a minute. Are you admitting that I’m your...?)
Kiyaansh quickly switched on the radio, deliberately avoiding Viyana’s playful gaze. Meanwhile, Viyana struggled to hold back her laughter, thoroughly enjoying his flustered expression.
In midnight at 1:52 AM,
Vihaan was deep in a peaceful sleep, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around him like a soft blanket. Suddenly, the sharp trill of his phone broke through the calm, slicing into his rest. His eyelids fluttered open slightly, but he didn’t fully wake, just stirred in a haze of drowsiness. The persistent ringing continued, a relentless reminder that sleep wasn’t going to come easily now.
Lazily, he reached out with one hand toward the phone resting on the side table, still half-dreaming and unaware of who was calling. Without checking the screen, he swiped to answer the call. But the moment a familiar voice reached his ears, the haze lifted completely. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight, alert and fully awake in an instant.
Vihaansh: "Betu, kya hua ro kyu Rahi hai aap?? Cramps hai kya??"
(Betu, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is it cramps?)
Rudravika: "Ansh, hume samajh hi nahi Raha hai hum brown nail paint lagaye ya red"
(Ansh, I just can’t decide whether to put on brown nail paint or red.)
Vihaansh sighed with relief, a knowing smile spreading across his face, after all, this wasn’t unfamiliar territory for him. He leaned back comfortably against the seat, letting himself relax into the moment.
Vihaansh: ,"Avika, pehle ye batao tumhe bahaut cramps aa rahe hai na?? Isiliye soyi nahi ho aur mind distract karne ke atrangi tarike nikal rahi ho na??"
(Avika, just tell me, you’re having really bad cramps, right? That’s why you haven’t slept and now you’re coming up with weird distractions?)
Rudravika pouted, realizing she was doing exactly that herself. She left her nail paints scattered on the bed and curled up comfortably, placing her phone on speaker as she settled in for a relaxed moment.
Rudravika: "Hmmm, aur hume bhookh bhi lag gayi thodi si, par kuch banane ka man nahi hai"
(Hmm… and I’m also feeling a little hungry, but I don’t feel like cooking anything.)
Vihaansh: "Umm, achcha lawn me aa sakti ho kya kuch der ke liye??"
(Ummm, okay, can you come to the lawn for a while?)
Rudravika’s eyes widened in surprise as she suddenly sat up on the bed.
Rudravika: "Abhi??"
(Right now?)
Vihaansh: "Haa 10 minutes me"
(Yeah, in 10 minutes.)
Rudravika: "Par kyu?"
(But why?)
Vihaansh: "Areh baba aao toh sahi, main wait karunga"
(Just come, okay? I’ll be waiting.)
Rudravika: "Ji theek hai hum aate hai"
(Okay fine, I’m coming.)
Vihaansh: "Aur haa, nail paints leti aana"
(And yeah, bring your nail paints with you.)
Rudravika: "Jiii"
(Okay!)
Rudravika ended the call with a soft, shy smile playing on her lips, her cheeks tinged with a delicate pink. Meanwhile, Vihaansh quickly slipped on his slippers and left his room, a determined yet gentle energy guiding him toward the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, he retrieved the pancake batter he had prepared earlier and carefully began cooking. The kitchen filled with the warm, comforting aroma of freshly made pancakes. After a short while, the golden stacks were ready. With a careful hand, Vihaansh drizzled chocolate syrup on the top pancake in the shape of a neat "R," a subtle yet heartfelt gesture. Beside it, he playfully drew a smiley face with the syrup, adding a touch of lightheartedness to the plate.
He covered the plate with a lid to keep it warm, then quietly stepped out of the house, heading toward Rudravika’s home. At the gate, the familiar guards were already stationed, but they didn’t say a word. They had known about the gentle bond between Vihaansh and Rudravika for quite some time, and their silent approval was a comforting presence.
Vihaansh rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush of embarrassment coloring his face, but he quickly pushed it aside and stepped inside.
There, in the soft glow of a single dim light hanging above the garden swing, sat Rudravika. She looked serene and lovely in her pink silk nightshirt and pajama set, the fabric catching the light and adding to her gentle glow. Her relaxed posture and quiet smile made her seem like a picture of calm amidst the night’s quiet.
Seeing her there, Vihaansh’s heart swelled with affection, and a genuine smile spread across his face. He walked over slowly and placed the plate carefully in front of her. Rudravika looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with delight, and returned his smile with a mischievous grin that said more than words ever could, a moment shared, simple and pure.
Rudravika: "Anshhhhh"
Vihaansh: "Avikaaaa"
They both giggled softly as Vihaansh sat down beside her. He gently lifted the lid off the plate, and Rudravika’s eyes sparkled with delight at the sight awaiting her.
Rudravika: "Humare pasandida pancakes"
(My favorite pancakes!)
Vihaansh: "Yes betu, only for you, chalo ab jaldi se kha lo"
(Yes, Betu. Only for you. Now hurry up and eat them.)
Rudravika: "Aaaaaaa"
Rudravika opened her mouth wide with a playful “Aaaaa,” and Vihaansh chuckled softly at her childlike gesture. Leaning forward, he gently fed her the pancakes, one by one, using his own hands.
All the while, Rudravika’s hands rested lightly on her belly, a subtle sign Vihaansh noticed immediately. He recognized the familiar tension; she was having cramps. His eyes softened with concern but he said nothing, choosing instead to focus on making her comfortable.
Once she finished the pancakes, Vihaansh reached for a tissue and carefully wiped the crumbs from the corners of her lips, his touch tender and full of affection.
Rudravika: "Dhanyawad Anshh, ye kitna achcha tha"
(Thank you, Ansh! That was so good.)
Vihaansh: "Thank you Rajkumari ji, par ab chalo batao konsi nail paint laga rahi thi"
(Thank you, Princess. Now tell me, which nail paint are you putting on?)
Vihaansh knew how much Rudravika loved talking about her makeup, skincare, and everything related, so he decided to distract her from the cramps by bringing up the topic. Rudravika’s eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly showed him various shades, her enthusiasm contagious.
Rudravika: "Bataiye konsa achcha lagega humpe??"
(Tell me, which one will look good on me?)
Vihaansh: "Umm vaise toh meri Avika pe sab achcha lagta hai, par I guess ye wala better lagega na"
(Umm… honestly, everything looks good on my Avika, but I guess this one will look better.)
Rudravika: "Theek hai phir hum yahi lagayenge"
(Okay then, I’ll apply this one.)
Rudravika reached for the nail paint to start applying it to her feet, but a sharp pang of pain made her pause. She winced slightly, trying to ignore the discomfort.
Vihaansh noticed immediately. Without a word, he gently took the nail paint from her hand, his eyes filled with concern. Then, carefully settling himself on the floor, he lifted Rudravika’s feet and placed them tenderly on his lap. His touch was gentle as he began to massage her feet softly, hoping to ease the ache and bring her some relief. The quiet closeness between them was comforting, a small moment of calm amid the pain.
Rudravika: "Anshhh ye aapp"
(Anshhh… you...)
Vihaansh: "Shhhhh betu, tum kal mujhe kuch bata rahi thi na ki tumne koi movie dekhi thi, main kal Sun nahi paaya tha ab bata do"
(Shhhh, Betu, yesterday you were telling me about a movie you watched. I couldn’t hear you properly then, tell me now.)
Rudravika: "Areh haaaaaa, aapko pata hai usme na mast maar peet thi kya kya punch maar rahe the hum toh dekhte hi reh gaye the..."
(Oh yeahhh! You know, it had amazing action scenes! The punches were insane, I couldn’t take my eyes off it!)
Vihaansh smiled warmly as Rudravika got completely engrossed, animatedly recounting the story of a movie. Meanwhile, he continued carefully applying nail polish to her feet, enjoying the simple intimacy of the moment.
Vihaansh: "Yaar betu, next time na thoda nude shade lenge, ye wala thoda na dark sa lag raha hai"
(Betu, next time let’s buy a nude shade, this one looks a bit dark.)
Rudravika: "Ansh kal case ke baad chalenge, hume aur bhi bahaut si cheezein leni hai par Viyana aur Viyakshi free nahi hai toh aap chaliyega sath me"
(Ansh, after the case tomorrow, let’s go shopping. I have so many things to buy. Viyana and Viyakshi aren’t free, so you’ll have to come with me.)
Vihaansh: "Done"
Vihaansh settled beside Rudravika once more, this time carefully applying nail paint on her hands. She chattered softly, her voice a comforting murmur, and he listened intently to every word, soaking in the sound of her presence.
But gradually, her words slowed until they stopped altogether. When he looked up, he found her asleep, still sitting on the swing, her head gently tilted, eyes closed in peaceful rest. A tender smile spread across Vihaansh’s face as he reached out to softly caress her cheeks, tracing a gentle finger along her skin, marveling at the quiet beauty of the moment.
Vihaansh: "Chalo atleast tum sukoon se so toh gayi"
(At least you’ve finally fallen asleep peacefully.)
Vihaansh pulled out his phone and dialed Ruhaansh’s number. After ten rings, Ruhaansh finally picked up, his voice greeting Vihaansh on the other end.
Ruhaansh: "Anshu bhai kitne dheeth hai aap, nahi utha Raha toh kaat dete phone"
(Anshu bhai, you’re so stubborn. When I didn’t answer, you just cut the call.)
Vihaansh: "Shut up aur jaldi se door khol aur bahar aa"
(Shut up and come outside. Open the door.)
Ruhaansh: "Main Viku nahi hu aapse milne itni raat ko aau, jaiye usko call kariye"
(I’m not Viku that I’ll come running to meet you at this hour. Go call her.)
Vihaansh: "Ruhaanshhhh"
Ruhaansh: "Aa raha hu dada giri mat karo"
(Fine, I’m coming. Stop ordering me around.)
After Ruhaansh disconnected the call, Vihaansh took a moment to admire Rudravika’s peaceful sleeping figure. Carefully, he lifted her into his arms and headed toward the entrance of her house. When Ruhaansh opened the door, his eyes were still heavy with sleep, but he managed a look at the sight before him.
Vihaansh: "Ruhaansh, Avika yahi so gayi thi, ise room me sula de na please"
(Ruhaansh, Avika fell asleep here. Please take her to her room and tuck her in.)
Ruhaansh: "Dono raat ko milte hai aur bali ka bakra mujhe banate hai, kisi din papa ko bata dunga"
(You two meet up late at night and I always end up as the scapegoat. One day, I’m going to tell Dad everything.)
Vihaansh: c"hup na nautanki Avika uth jayegi na"
(Shhh, drama king. Don’t wake up Avika.)
Ruhaansh: "Papa se pitne ka darr nahi hai par Inki Avika uth na jaye ye zyada important ho rakha hai inko"
(He’s not afraid of getting scolded by Dad but God forbid his Avika wakes up, that’s the real crisis.)
Vihaansh: "Haa hai, ab araam se le jaana mere betu ko, sula de use aur subah pareshan mat karna"
(Yes, it is. Now carefully take my Betu and let her sleep. And don’t disturb her in the morning either.)
Ruhaansh: "Hunn hor koi hukam hove taan oh vi dass do, sab kuch ikkathe kar dinda haan, apni neend kurbaan karke"
(Hmm… anything else? Just say the word and I’ll handle everything, sacrificing my sleep for you two.)
Vihaansh shot a sharp glare at Ruhaansh, but Ruhaansh simply rolled his eyes in response. Without a word, he scooped Rudravika into his arms and walked out of the room. Vihaansh closed the door behind them and quietly left, heading back to his own home.
At the airport at 4 AM,
It was nearly morning when Viyakshi stepped out of the airport terminal, pulling her small trolley behind her. The cool night air brushed against her face, a gentle contrast to the exhaustion that clung to her after the long flight. She let out a slow sigh, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she scanned the waiting area for her driver.
She had firmly denied her brothers, father, and even her overprotective uncle from coming to pick her up. She hated troubling anyone at such odd hours, and she was usually more than capable of handling herself. If only she hadn’t been so drained, she would’ve driven herself home too.
Her eyes moved across the crowd, placards, families reuniting, taxi drivers calling names, and then, they stopped.
There he was.
Aveer.
Leaning casually against the hood of his car, bouquet in hand, scrolling through his phone with his brows slightly furrowed like he was reading something important. He looked effortlessly handsome under the soft golden airport lights, wearing a navy sweatshirt over a plain white t-shirt, paired with cargo jeans and white sneakers. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd come in a rush, and his usual black watch peeked out from under his sleeve.
Viyakshi’s tiredness melted, if only for a moment. A strange yet familiar warmth bloomed in her chest, subtle but undeniably present. Her lips curled into a soft smile, instinctive, involuntary.
She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and began walking toward him, her steps light despite the weight of the day.
It wasn’t just the sight of him that lifted her spirits. It was the thought, the gesture. He didn’t need to come. She hadn’t asked anyone. Yet, he was here.
And that meant something.
Viyakshi: "Heyyy"
Aveer looked at her and grinned, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. Viyakshi stood there, expecting a warm hug, one that never came. But she didn’t feel hurt; she understood him.
Aveer had never hugged her, not because he didn’t care, but because he knew her boundaries. He understood the subtle walls she kept around herself, and he never tried to climb over them. Instead, he respected them quietly, patiently. For him, her comfort always came before his gestures.
Viyakshi raised her eyebrows playfully, teasing him in silence. In response, Aveer stepped forward and extended a bouquet of delicate white lilies toward her.
She looked at the bouquet, her expression softening, and accepted it with a smile that lingered just a second longer than usual.
Viyakshi: "Itni subah yaha kya kar rahe ho??"
(What are you doing here this early in the morning?)
Aveer: "Ahh vo actually inaayat ek dost ko drop karne aaya tha, toh socha tumhe bhi pick kar lu"
(Ahh well… Inaayat, My friend asked me to drop him, so I thought I’d pick you up too.)
Viyakshi: "Tumhe pata hai na tum jhooth bahaut bura bolte ho"
(You know you’re terrible at lying, right?)
Aveer: "Jhooth toh achcha bol leta hu, bas tumhare samne zubaan sath nahi deti hai"
(I lie well actually, just not in front of you, my tongue doesn’t cooperate.)
Viyakshi tried her best to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. She turned slightly, attempting to glare at Aveer, but the spark in her eyes betrayed her. Unable to hold the expression for long, she huffed softly, turned on her heel, and walked toward the car with quiet determination.
Aveer chuckled at her effort, shaking his head in amusement. Without missing a beat, he jogged ahead and quickly opened the car door for her like a perfect gentleman.
She slid into the seat gracefully, still refusing to look directly at him. Aveer walked around, placed her bags on the backseat and got into the driver’s seat, and reached behind. A moment later, he handed her a tiffin box.
Viyakshi: "Ye kya hai??"
(What’s this?)
Aveer: "Bhookh lagi hogi na tumhe, toh maine socha meri meethi baaton se toh pet bharega nahi isiliye ye maggie"
(You must be hungry, right? I figured my sweet words won’t fill your stomach, so I brought this Maggi.)
Viyakshi: "Kitchen me jaoge toh jala doge kitchen aisi harkatein hai tumhari, tumhare hath ki Maggie na baba na"
(If you go into the kitchen, you'll set it on fire, that’s your track record. Maggi made by you? Oh, no way.)
Aveer pouted and gave her his best puppy eyes, trying to melt her resolve.
Aveer: "Areh yaar main seekh Raha hu cooking, aur shadi se pehle puri seekh lunga, tum ye khao na ye sachchi achcha hai"
(Come on, I’m learning to cook! And before our wedding, I’ll learn it all. Just try this one it’s honestly good.)
Viyakshi’s eyes widened at Aveer’s words, the ease with which he said them, as if it was the most casual, natural thing in the world. Her heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks. Not trusting her voice to say anything in return, she simply lowered her gaze and began eating the Maggi he’d brought her, using it as a distraction… and a shield from the rising blush on her face.
Aveer, completely unfazed, started the car again with a relaxed smile. His voice filled the quiet space between them as he drove, sharing random thoughts, little stories from the day, and the kind of gentle banter that made silence feel unnecessary.
But as the road stretched on, he noticed she had stopped responding.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and there she was, fast asleep. Her head rested slightly to one side, her expression soft and calm, completely at peace.
His smile deepened, something tender blooming in his chest. Without a word, he reached forward and adjusted the AC to a slightly warmer setting, not wanting her to feel cold. Then he eased off the accelerator, slowing the car down just enough, prolonging the ride, as if unwilling to break the magic of that quiet moment.
Soon, the tall gates of Singhania Mansion came into view, and the car rolled gently to a halt in the driveway.
But Aveer didn’t move.
He rested his hand on the steering wheel, and then leaned forward, folding his arms over it and lowering his head. His gaze was fixed on her sleeping face, eyes filled with admiration and a quiet protectiveness.
A soft smile tugged at his lips, not the usual cocky one, but something gentler, more genuine. The kind of smile that comes when someone unknowingly carves a place in your heart, without trying. In that stillness, with only the quiet hum of the car between them, he could’ve watched her forever.
Aveer: "Intezar hai us shaam ka, jab ye chand mere angan me khilega"
(I’m waiting for the evening when this moon will shine in my courtyard.)
Aveer chuckled softly to himself, amused by his own thoughts.
Aveer: "Tum janti ho inaayat mere bahaut se doston ki ya toh shadi ho gayi ya date kar rahe hai, aur mujhe bhi apne sath ghaseet lete hai random girl ke sath ship karte hai.... Abhi kal shaam hi mera jhagda hua hai unse... Aakhir aise kaise main kisi aur ki taraf dekhu jab meri itni pyaari inaayat meri zindagi me hai, My stupid friends."
(You know, Inaayat, most of my friends are either married or dating, and they keep dragging me into it, trying to set me up with random girls. I had a fight with them just yesterday evening. I mean, how can I look at anyone else when someone so precious is already in my life? My stupid friends.)
Viyakshi’s hair kept falling across her cheeks, and noticing her slight discomfort, Aveer gently blew air toward her face to move the strands aside.
Aveer: "Pata hai kabhi kabhi toh man karta hai tumhe zor se gale laga ke apne seene me chupa ke, apne dil ki sari baatein bol du, phir darr jaata hu ki kahi tum durr na chali jao.. par koi baat nahi main humesha intezar karunga"
(Sometimes, I just want to pull you into a tight hug, hide you in my arms, and say everything my heart feels. But then I get scared, what if you go away from me? But it’s okay. I’ll wait forever if I have to.)
Aveer smiled to himself, then picked up his phone and called Vansh. After a few rings, Vansh finally answered.
Vansh: "Avii bhai, chod kyu nahi dete ye Akshu ka personal driver hone ka kaam"
(Avii bhai, why don’t you quit this job of being Akshu’s personal driver?)
Aveer: "Chup kar, aur niche aa Akshu car me hi so gayi hai use bina uthaye leke jaana Varna bahaut marunga"
(Shut up. Come down, Akshu fell asleep in the car. I’m warning you, don’t wake her up or I’ll beat you up.)
Vansh: "Typical big bro harkat, aa raha hu"
(Typical big brother behavior. I’m coming.)
Aveer disconnected the call and turned his gaze back to her, a soft smile still lingering on his face.
Aveer: "vaise toh main khud le jaata tumhe, par vo haq tumne Diya nahi hai mujhe, and nothing comes before my Inaayat's comfort."
(I’d have taken you myself… but you never gave me that right. And nothing comes before my Inaayat’s comfort.)
After a while, Aveer noticed Vansh stepping out of the house. At the same moment, Viyakshi stirred awake, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she took in her surroundings.
Viyakshi: "Areh ghar aa gaya, uthaya kyu nahi?"
(Hey, we’re home! Why didn’t you wake me up?)
Aveer: "Ahh just abhi aaye hai, uthane hi waala tha"
(Ahh, we just arrived. I was about to wake you.)
Viyakshi: "Ohh okay, achcha chalo bye and thank you."
(Ohh okay. Alright then, bye, and thank you.)
Aveer: "Thank you nahi yaar, tumhare liye toh kuch bhi"
(Don’t thank me, yaar. I’d do anything for you.)
Aveer bowed dramatically before her, a playful grin on his face. She shook her head with a fond smile, and chuckled softly, amused by the exchange.
Aveer: "Hayy, haso mat yaar kaano me mishri ghul jaati hai"
(Sigh, don’t laugh like that. It’s like sugar melting in my ears.)
Viyakshi: "Abhi ek thappad lagaungi toh sannnn awaaz gujegi Veer"
(If I slap you right now, the thwack will echo.)
Aveer: "phir main behra ho jaunga, phir mujhe sab samjhane ke liye koi mere sath hona chahiye, since ye tumne kiya hoga toh tum hi humesha mere sath rahogi... Chalega chalega ye lo lagao mujhe ek"
(Then I’ll go deaf. And then I’ll need someone by my side to explain everything to me. Since you’ll be the one who caused it, you’ll have to stay with me forever. It works, it works, come on, hit me.)
Aveer leaned in playfully, pressing his cheeks gently toward Viyakshi. She chuckled softly and responded by giving his cheeks a light, teasing push.
Viyakshi: "Sahi naam rakha hai maine tumhara mera sar dard ho tum"
(I really named you well, you are my headache.)
Aveer: "Aur tum mera dil"
(And you’re my heart.)
Aveer murmured something softly, but Viyakshi caught every word. Still, she pretended not to hear, a smile playing on her lips.
Viyakshi: "Achcha chalo bye"
(Alright, bye now.)
Aveer: "Bye"
Viyakshi left alongside Vansh, while Aveer waved goodbye and headed back to his own home.
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Hello Readers,
A gentle reminder to hold on to your patience, Vaidaksh and Siyanshi have just crossed paths, so their journey will take its sweet, slow-burn course. Trust me, it’ll be worth it. 💫
Meanwhile, tell me..
Did Krithvik's antics bring a smile to your face? 🌷
How adorable were Kiyaansh and Viyana this time?🌸
Isn’t Rudravika the luckiest to have someone like Vihaansh by her side?💙
And my Aveer... uff, isn’t he just the sweetest soul? 😭🤌🏻
Precap:
Rudravika fights for Vihaansh🌷
Vaidaksh teases Siyanshi🤭
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