The next day, the medical camp was running smoothly, with a steady flow of patients keeping the entire team of doctors occupied. There was a constant hum of activity, consultations, medical tests, report evaluations, and prescriptions being written. In the middle of it all, Vaidaksh was deeply engrossed, attending to a few elderly patients. With calm patience, he explained their health conditions and the precautions they needed to follow, making sure they understood each detail. His focused demeanor and gentle tone reflected both his professionalism and genuine care.
Siyanshi arrived at the medical camp with Gauri by her side, though it was clear she hadn’t come willingly. In fact, it looked more like Gauri had dragged her there while Siyanshi resisted every step. Her brows were furrowed in frustration, not because of anyone else, but at herself. She was angry for getting hurt, even if it was just a minor injury. Siyanshi had always been that way, any scratch or bruise, no matter how small, ignited a wave of irritation within her. It wasn’t the pain, but the helplessness that came with it, and she hated feeling vulnerable.
Siyanshi: "Gauri yaar kya zaroorat hai in sabki??"
(Gauri, yaar what’s the need for all this??)
Gauri: "Chup kar tu, ab toh apne baare me sochna shuru kar de"
(You just shut up now, start thinking about yourself for a change.)
Siyanshi: "Areh par ye medical camp zarurat mand logo ke liye hai, itni choti si chot ke liye nahi, aur tune haldi laga toh di thi na"
(But this medical camp is meant for people in real need, not for a tiny cut like this. And you already applied turmeric, didn’t you?)
Gauri: "Chot choti hai ya badi ye dactor Babu batayenge, chal ab"
(Whether it’s a small injury or big one, that the doctor will decide. Now come on.)
Siyanshi let out a sigh and shook her head at Gauri’s unrelenting stubbornness but followed her anyway. She knew there was no winning an argument when Gauri had made up her mind. As they stepped further into the bustling camp, Gauri’s eyes scanned the area, taking in the neatly arranged tents and the organized chaos of doctors attending to patients, nurses rushing with reports, and villagers waiting in queues. Her gaze suddenly landed on Krithvik, who was inside one of the medical tents, busy checking a patient's chart. She started walking towards him, dragging an unwilling Siyanshi behind.
Siyanshi: "Vaha kyu ja rahi hai??"
(Why are you going over there?)
Gauri: "Areh vo wale dactor Babu se kal mile the na jaante hai unko isiliye"
(Because we met that doctor yesterday, remember? I know him, that’s why.)
Siyanshi: "Umm v..vo.. vo Thode busy lag rahe hai, Dr. Praanpriye us tent me hai, vaha chalte hai"
(Umm... uh... He looks a bit busy. Dr. Praanpriye is in that other tent. Let’s go there instead.)
Gauri looked at Siyanshi, slightly puzzled by her sudden change in expression. Siyanshi was visibly nervous, her breaths turning shallow and her eyes fixed ahead. But then Gauri’s gaze shifted to Krithvik, who was indeed attending to patients and completely occupied. Understanding Siyanshi’s silent signal, she gave a light nod.
As they walked slowly towards Vaidaksh’s tent, Siyanshi’s heartbeats grew louder in her ears. It was like her body could sense his presence even before her eyes could catch him. Her steps grew more hesitant, and instinctively, she placed a hand on her chest as if trying to calm the erratic rhythm of her heart.
Siyanshi: "ye pichle kuch dino se kya ho raha hai mujhe??"
(What’s been happening to me these past few days??)
Siyanshi murmured softly to herself, lost in her thoughts. Meanwhile, across the room, Vaidaksh, who was in the middle of attending to a patient—suddenly felt his heartbeat quicken. A flicker of confusion crossed his face as he instinctively placed his hand on his chest, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of emotion.
Vaidaksh: "Damn! These palpitations again? Why?? Kahi vo phir toh aas pass nahi??"
(Damn! These palpitations again? Why?? Don’t tell me she’s nearby again...)
Vaidaksh murmured under his breath, lost in thought, unaware that Gauri and Siyanshi had just entered his tent. The moment Siyanshi stepped behind him, she didn’t even need to call out his name, as if sensing her presence, Vaidaksh immediately turned around. His eyes met hers in an instant, and the world seemed to pause.
They stood there, caught in a silent gaze, their eyes locked with an intensity that spoke volumes. No words were exchanged, but something deep stirred in that quiet moment, a connection neither of them could ignore. It was as if time stilled around them, the only sound being the soft rustling of the tent cloth in the breeze. Gauri, confused by the stillness, looked at Siyanshi, then back at Vaidaksh. She blinked and gently shook Siyanshi’s arm, breaking the trance.
Gauri: "Kya hua??"
(What happened??)
Siyanshi and Vaidaksh both snapped out of their daydreams, blinking several times to refocus on the present.
Villager: "dactor beta, ye dawaiya kitne baar leni hai??"
(Doctor Son, how many times a day should I take this medicine?)
Vaidaksh turned back toward the elderly patient he had been attending and handed him some medicines with a gentle smile.
Vaidaksh: "Ji kaka ye din me do baar khana khane ke baad lijiye, aur koi dikkat ho toh vapas aa jaiyega"
(Twice a day after meals, uncle. And if there’s any problem, please come back.)
Villager: "Ji beta dhanyawad"
(Okay son, thank you.)
Vaidaksh nodded politely, then gently helped the elderly man down from the stretcher bed before seeing him off. As he turned toward Siyanshi and Gauri, a warm smile appeared on his face, but inside, his heart was doing a full-fledged dance, pounding wildly with every step he took closer to her.
Vaidaksh: "Hello"
Siyanshi: "Hello"
Vaidaksh and Siyanshi both attempted to greet each other, but the storm of emotions swirling within them made their voices falter. What came out was a mere whisper, so soft and uncertain that it wasn’t even audible to anyone around them. Their eyes spoke more than their words ever could in that moment.
Gauri: "Kya kaha aap dono ne??"
(What did you two just say?)
Vaidaksh and Siyanshi both cleared their throats awkwardly, trying to gather themselves, but their eyes remained locked on each other. It was as if the world around them had faded into a blur, only the two of them existed in that moment, held together by a silent, unspoken pull neither could deny.
Vaidaksh: "I mean Hello, aaiye na Miss Siyanshi right??"
(I mean, hello! Please come in, Miss Siyanshi, right?)
Siyanshi: "Yes Dr. Praanpriye'
The moment Siyanshi addressed him, Vaidaksh instinctively suppressed a smile, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly. Her voice, hesitant yet soft, stirred something in him.
He had grown up hearing his mother call his father "Swami", a respectful, traditional endearment that always carried a sense of deep affection and playful reverence. And now, thanks to Krithvik’s teasing nickname and that one ridiculous line he had cracked, Vaidaksh found himself secretly enjoying it every time Siyanshi used it.
He quickly composed his expression, not wanting to give too much away. With a casual air and a warm, friendly smile, he turned to her, responding as if everything was completely normal, while his heart quietly held on to the moment.
Vaidaksh: "So how can... I mean, mera matlab bataiye kya aap dono bhi yaha che... Jaach ke liye aayi hai??"
(So how can... I mean, I mean to say, are you both here for a checkup?)
Siyanshi was still lost in thoughts of Vaidaksh, and when she finally looked up, she found him already watching her. Caught off guard, she simply nodded in response, unable to find her words.
Vaidaksh: "Ohh okay, actually gynaecologist department vaha us tent me available hai, so agar aapko gynaec related baat karni hai toh aap log vaha ja sakte hai, baaki kuch aur hai toh bataiye"
(Oh okay, actually, the gynecology department is available in that tent. So if you’re here for anything related to that, you can go there. If it’s something else, please tell me.)
Gauri stared at Vaidaksh in confusion, her brows slightly furrowed. Noticing her puzzled expression, Vaidaksh gave a small, understanding smile, realizing she was trying to figure out what was going on.
Vaidaksh: "ummm gynaecologist matlab Mahilao ki doctor"
(Umm... gynecologist means a women’s health doctor.)
Gauri: "Achcha achcha"
(Ohh, okay, I see.)
Siyanshi: "Chal"
(Let’s go.)
Gauri: "Kya chal?? Tujhe kyu jaana hai vaha??"
(Go where? Why do you need to go there?)
Siyanshi: "Abhi inhone hi toh kaha vaha jaane"
(Well, he just said to go there.)
Gauri facepalmed at Siyanshi's foolishness, shaking her head in disbelief. Meanwhile, Vaidaksh remained completely unaware of what was happening, too absorbed in quietly admiring Siyanshi to notice anything else.
Gauri: "Areh par hum toh Teri chot ke liye aaye hai na usme mahilao ki dactor ke pass kyu jaana hai?? Dekh tere jitni padhi likhi nahi hu lekin itna pata ki marham patti koi bhi dactor kar sakta hai"
(But we came here for your injury, right? Why go to a gynecologist for that? Look, I’m not as educated as you, but I do know that any doctor can do first aid.)
Siyanshi: "Haa sahi kaha"
(Yes, that’s true.)
Siyanshi absentmindedly responded to Gauri, her attention completely fixed on Vaidaksh as she gazed at him without even realizing it.
Gauri: "Kya hua hai?? Chod... vo Dactor Babu"
(What happened?? Forget it… Doctor Babu!)
Gauri glanced over at Vaidaksh, only to find his eyes already fixed on Siyanshi, who, in turn, was looking right back at him. Gauri frowned, clearly confused by the silent exchange between the two.
Gauri: "Dactor babuuu"
(Doctor)
Gauri called out Vaidaksh’s name, snapping him out of his daze. He blinked rapidly, trying to compose himself, and then turned to look at Gauri with a slightly flustered expression.
Vaidaksh: "Ahh ji...jii kahiye"
(Ahh, y-yes… tell me?)
Gauri: "Ji hum bas yaha iski chot ke liye aaye the"
(We just came here for her injury.)
Vaidaksh’s eyes widened with concern, and his gaze immediately shifted to Siyanshi, searching her face for any sign of distress.
Vaidaksh: "Kya?? Aapko chot aayi hai Siyanshi?? Kaha kaise??"
(What? You’re hurt, Siyanshi? Where? How?)
Siyanshi: "Ahh it's nothing just a minor cut but ye ladki mujhe yaha le aayi"
(Ahh, it’s nothing, just a minor cut. But she dragged me here.)
Gauri: "Chup kar angrezi me pattar pattar, dactor Babu ye iska hath pahsul se cut gaya hai, bahaut khoon aa raha tha toh maa ne haldi laga diya, par phir bhi aap dekh lijiye"
(Oh stop muttering in English. Doctor, her hand got cut by a pahasul (a sharp iron tool), there was a lot of bleeding so mother applied turmeric. But still, please take a look.)
Gauri gently extended Siyanshi’s right hand toward Vaidaksh. He instinctively stepped closer, and the moment his eyes fell on her hand, something within him shifted. The concern in his gaze was no longer just professional, it carried a softness, a tenderness that only Siyanshi could stir in him.
His brows furrowed ever so slightly as he carefully took her hand in his own. The contact was brief, but enough. Enough to still the storm inside both of them.
The moment their skin touched, the world outside paused. Neither noticed the faint sigh that escaped their lips, nor how their hearts, which were racing wildly just moments ago, now slowed to a comforting rhythm, like they were finally where they belonged.
Siyanshi, unaware of the calming effect, was too lost in watching the way his long fingers held hers, firm but gentle, assuring yet cautious.
Vaidaksh, on the other hand, was consumed by the sight of her injury. He carefully helped her sit down on the examination stretcher, his hand never leaving hers, as though letting go would somehow undo the calm that had settled between them. He slowly began to unwrap the white cotton cloth that had been loosely tied around her palm. As the layers peeled away, a faint yellow stain was revealed, turmeric. A homemade remedy.
Vaidaksh: "Ssss, kitna gehra cut aa gaya hai, kar kya Rahi thi aap Siyanshi, dekhiye kitna deep cut lag hai"
(Sss… this is a pretty deep cut! What were you doing, Siyanshi? Look at how deep this is.)
Gauri: "Dactor Babu ye haldi laga ke theek toh kiya na, kuch hua nahi hai na"
(Doctor, I did apply turmeric to help heal it, right? There’s nothing wrong now, right?)
Vaidaksh: "Nahi nahi, Haldi toh antiseptic hoti hai achcha kiya"
(No, no. Turmeric is antiseptic, that was good thinking.)
Gauri gave a small nod, stepping aside as Vaidaksh gently took a piece of cotton and began cleaning Siyanshi’s palm with delicate care. The cut wasn’t deep, but it stretched across her skin, long and noticeable. Still, to Vaidaksh, it felt far more serious than it actually was. His brows furrowed in concern as he tended to it as if it were the most important injury in the world.
Vaidaksh: "Dhyaan kaha tha aapka, itna zyada cut aa gaya hai, kitna khoon aaya hoga, dard bhi ho raha hoga"
(But where was your attention? This is a deep wound, you must’ve lost a lot of blood. It must be painful too.)
Gauri: "Main bhi ise yahi samjhati hu dactor Babu par sunti nahi hai"
(That’s what I keep telling her too, Doctor Babu. But she doesn’t listen.)
Siyanshi remained silent, her eyes quietly observing Vaidaksh as he focused on tending to her wound. She didn’t need words, her gaze spoke volumes. A small, soft smile tugged at her lips, unbidden. She could feel it, his concern wasn’t forced or out of obligation, it was real, raw, and sincere. And though she couldn’t explain it, she liked it… deeply.
For the first time, a strange warmth bloomed in her chest, a gentle flutter that made her heart feel lighter. She didn’t understand it fully, but she didn’t resist it either. As Vaidaksh carefully cleaned the wound, he reached for the antiseptic and dabbed it against her skin. Siyanshi suddenly hissed in pain, her body flinching slightly. Instantly, Vaidaksh’s hand froze. His eyes shot up to her face, wide with concern, his brows raised.
Vaidaksh: "Sorry sorry, main dhyaan se karta hu, sorry"
(Sorry, sorry, let me treat it properly. Sorry.)
Siyanshi smiled softly, watching how Vaidaksh panicked the moment she let out a small hiss. His eyes had instantly widened, brows furrowing in deep concern, as if that one moment of discomfort had shaken his very core. She had never seen anyone react to her pain with such sincerity, such intensity.
Without saying a word, Vaidaksh gently brought her hand closer and began blowing softly on the wound, trying to soothe the sting of the antiseptic. The warmth of his breath against her skin was oddly comforting. He then carefully applied the medicine, his movements slow, precise, and full of care, almost reverent, as if her wound was something sacred to him.
As he began wrapping the bandage around her palm, his fingers brushed lightly against her skin. The way he handled her hand, like it was the most precious thing in the world, made her heart flutter. To Siyanshi, it felt as though time had slowed down. And to Vaidaksh, in that moment, there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
His expression was unreadable yet intense; it was as though he could feel her pain in his own flesh. His lips were pressed in a thin line, and his gaze remained locked on her injury until the last loop of the bandage was secure.
Even then, he didn’t let go.
Her hand was still in his, resting so naturally as if it belonged there. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. But something unspoken was already shared. Something tender. Something real. Finally, Vaidaksh looked up at her with eyes full of worry and softness.
Vaidaksh: "ye kaise lagi aapko??? Aur kab lagi??"
(When exactly did this happen?)
When Siyanshi didn’t respond, still lost in her thoughts, Gauri stepped in and replied on her behalf, casting a quick glance at her friend.
Gauri: "Dactor Babu ye ise abhi kuch ek ghante pehle hi..."
(Doctor, it happened about an hour ago…)
Vaidaksh: "Kya???? Ek ghanta ho gaya aur aap ab aa rahi hai?? Kahi infection ho jaata toh?? Aise lightly nahi lena chahiye apni health Siyanshi, please be careful"
(What??? It’s been an hour and you're only now coming here? What if it got infected? You shouldn’t take your health so lightly, Siyanshi. Please be more careful!)
Siyanshi simply nodded, still a bit distracted, and Vaidaksh turned his attention toward Gauri, silently urging her to explain what happenned.
Vaidaksh: "Ji ye kaise lagi inhe???"
(And how did this happen?)
Gauri: "Ji vo pahasul se sabzi kaat te waqt iska haath cut gaya"
(While cutting vegetables with the pahasul.)
Vaidaksh looked at Gauri, his brows furrowing in confusion. Meanwhile, Siyanshi smiled softly at his puzzled expression and shook her head gently.
Vaidaksh: "Hainn?? Ye kya hota hai??"
(Huh? What’s that?)
Gauri: "Areh pahasul pahasul"
(Oh, it’s just… pahasul!)
Vaidaksh: "Koi knife hai??"
(Some kind of knife?)
Siyanshi chuckled softly, amused by Vaidaksh’s confused expression.
Siyanshi: "She means an iron cutter. It’s sharper than a knife."
Vaidaksh: "Whattt??"
Vaidaksh was seated on the stool when he stood up, gently still holding her hand in his.
Vaidaksh: "iron cutter, damnnn infection ke chances hai, wait main tetanus ka injection deta hu"
(Iron cutter?? Damn, that increases the risk of infection. Wait, I’ll give you a tetanus shot.)
Vaidaksh gently placed Siyanshi’s hand on her lap. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed nervously, clearly uneasy about injections. Unaware of her reaction, Vaidaksh turned and began searching for the tetanus injection.
Gauri: "Dactor Babu itne se ghaav ke liye suii denge??"
(Doctor Babu, you’ll give an injection for such a small wound??)
Vaidaksh: "Ji lohe se kata hai na injection mera matlab... Umm matlab ghaav bhadh jaane ka darr rehta hai "
(Yes, since it was a cut from iron. An injection, I mean, there’s a risk the wound could worsen.)
Gauri: "Achcha"
(I see.)
Gauri caught sight of Siyanshi’s anxious expression and chuckled softly to herself.
Gauri: "Tujhe kya hua, ab ye mat kehna ki suii se darr lagta hai"
(What’s wrong with you now? Don’t tell me you’re scared of injections?)
Vaidaksh glanced at Siyanshi from the corner of his eye as he noticed her nodding to Gauri. A gentle smile spread across his face at her subtle expression.
Vaidaksh: "Don’t worry, you won’t feel any pain."
Siyanshi: "Injection se pain toh hoga na Dr. Praanpriye, kya bol rahe hai aap"
(There will be pain, Dr. Praanpriye. What are you saying?)
Vaidaksh froze the moment he heard Siyanshi whisper “Praanpriye,” the tender word slipping softly from her lips. His ears flushed a deep shade of pink, a heat rising to his cheeks that caught him completely off guard. For a brief second, the steady, confident doctor inside him wavered, but he quickly masked his feelings, turning his attention back to the task at hand.
He carefully prepared the injection, his hands steady as always. Yet when his eyes met Siyanshi’s, filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability, his heart clenched. The thought of causing her any pain was unbearable. His fingers trembled ever so slightly as he held her hand gently, and she closed her eyes in quiet trust.
Vaidaksh was one of the most renowned cardiologists in India, a man who had faced countless life-and-death surgeries without hesitation. But now, standing so close to Siyanshi, watching her fragile expression, the usual certainty inside him faltered. His hand shook, betraying the calm exterior he so carefully maintained.
He leaned in closer, the injection still poised, but the courage to proceed escaped him completely. The moment stretched between them, heavy and charged. Finally, with a deep, resigned sigh, Vaidaksh pulled back and reached for his phone. Siyanshi looked up at him, confusion flickering across her face as he dialed Krithvik's number.
Vaidaksh: "Haa Krithu, jaldi se mere tent me aa"
(Yeah, Krithu, come to my tent quickly!)
Krithvik: "Abhi aaya bhai"
(Coming, bro.)
Vaidaksh ended the call.
Gauri: "Ji aap suii kyu nahi laga rahe hai Dactor Babu??"
(Doctor Babu, why aren’t you giving the injection?)
Vaidaksh: "Ahh vo... Vo.. areh vo Krithu, vo mujhse behtar injection deta hai isiliye, unhe dard na ho isiliye"
(Ahh, uh… Krithu is better at giving injections. I just don’t want her to feel pain, that’s all.)
Siyanshi and Gauri exchanged confused glances as they looked at Vaidaksh, who responded with a sheepish smile. Just then, Krithvik entered the tent, his infectious energy filling the space.
Krithvik: "Yes Bhai kya hua"
(Yes, bro? What’s up?)
Krithvik asked his question, then glanced over at Gauri and Siyanshi, waiting for their response.
Krithvik: "Areh bh.. Ramleela wali ladki tum yaha??"
(Ohh! Ramleela girl, you’re here??)
Siyanshi: "Siyanshi Naam hai mera"
(My name is Siyanshi.)
Siyanshi shot a sharp glare at Krithvik, while Vaidaksh smiled warmly at her. Krithvik chuckled, clearly amused by the exchange.
Gauri: "Namaste Dactor Babu"
(Greetings, Doctor)
Krithvik: "Hello miss, how are you"
Gauri’s smile faded, worn out from Krithvik’s constant English chatter. Yesterday, he had irritated her enough to keep her distracted so Siyanshi and Vaidaksh could spend time together, and now she was growing just as fed up.
Krithvik: "Areh Ramleela wali ladki, ye kya hua?? Hath kyu kaat liya?? Aaj khane me apne khoon ki gravy dene wali thi??"
(Whoa, Ramleela girl, what’s this? You cut your hand? Were you planning to serve blood curry today??)
Krithvik giggled at his own silly joke, while Siyanshi, Vaidaksh, and Gauri all shot him sharp glances, clearly unimpressed.
Siyanshi: "Haa maine socha ki ab Vampires ko toh blood hi serve karna chahiye na??"
(Yup, figured I might as well serve blood to the vampires now.)
Krithvik: "Ohho Ramleela wali ladki tum toh takkar ki nikli yaar"
(Ohho, you’re quite a compitetive for me, aren’t you?)
Siyanshi was shooting daggers at Krithvik, but he remained completely unfazed. Vaidaksh crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Krithvik with quiet authority, prompting Krithvik to immediately shut down his nonsense.
Krithvik: "Oppss, Sorry bhai, kahiye kyu bulaya??"
(Oops! Sorry, bro. What did you call me for?)
Vaidaksh: "Tu injection achcha lagata hai na, so Please give Siyanshi the tetanus shot."
(You’re good at giving injections, right? Please give Siyanshi the tetanus shot.)
Krithvik frowned at Vaidaksh, clearly confused.
Krithvik: "But bhai, even you’re good at…"
Vaidaksh widened his eyes and shook his head at Krithvik. Understanding the message, Krithvik smirked in response.
Krithvik: "I mean, yes, I’ll do it."
Vaidaksh carefully passed the prepared injection to Krithvik, who accepted it with a calm nod. Without hesitation, Krithvik stepped forward toward Siyanshi, his movements steady and practiced. Vaidaksh moved to stand on the other side of her, his presence a quiet pillar of support.
As Krithvik approached with the syringe, Siyanshi’s eyes fluttered shut and, in a small but meaningful gesture, she reached out to clasp Vaidaksh’s hand tightly. The warmth of her grip sent a whirlwind of emotions crashing through Vaidaksh’s chest, concern, protectiveness, and a deep, unspoken tenderness. Suppressing the storm inside him, Vaidaksh focused entirely on her well-being. With gentle, soothing strokes, he began caressing the back of her palm with his free hand, offering silent comfort and reassurance.
Krithvik, seasoned and steady, administered the injection with expert precision. The moment was quiet except for the soft sounds of breath and the subtle click of the syringe. Siyanshi remained still, trusting both men completely, surrounded by the unspoken care that held the room together.
Krithvik: "Aakhein kholo Ramleela wali ladki, laga diya injection"
(Open your eyes, Ramleela girl. I’ve already given the injection.)
Siyanshi glanced down at her hand and gently withdrew it from Vaidaksh’s grasp. Feeling the sudden loss of warmth, he pouted briefly before breaking into a small, affectionate smile.
Siyanshi: "Areh ye toh sach me pata nahi chala"
(Whoa, I didn’t even feel it!)
Krithvik: "I know, I’m the best."
Siyanshi: "Delusional much?"
Krithvik: "Whatever. aur ye batao ye kaha maar pit kar ke aayi ho?? Kaise laga ye"
(Whatever. Now tell me, where’d you get beat up? How’d you get this?)
Siyanshi: "Agli baar tumse hi lad lungi tab pata chalega"
(Next time, I’ll fight you, then you’ll know.)
Krithvik shot her a sharp glare, but she just smirked back confidently. Vaidaksh shook his head at their playful exchange, while Gauri, confused by the situation, stayed silent.
Vaidaksh: "Achcha Siyanshi, aap please khayal rakhiye aur koi kaam mat kariyega bahaut gehra cut hai toh bas araam kijiyega"
(Alright Siyanshi, please take care of yourself and avoid doing any chores. It’s a deep cut, so just rest.)
Siyanshi smiled and nodded as Krithvik shot a teasing glance at Vaidaksh, which he deliberately ignored. Just as Siyanshi was about to step down from the stretcher bed, Vaidaksh gently held her hand and helped her down.
Krithvik: "Umm hmmm"
Vaidaksh shot Krithvik a sharp glare, and Krithvik quickly suppressed a chuckle.
Siyanshi: "Thank you Praanpriye"
Vaidaksh’s neck and ears flushed bright red as Krithvik struggled to hold back his laughter. Just then, a villager in his forties entered the tent.
Villager: "Dactor Babu"
(Doctor)
Vaidaksh and Krithvik both turned to look at the person, noticing his hand was bleeding. Without hesitation, Vaidaksh stepped forward to attend to him.
Villager: "Dactor Babu, ye humra hath cut gava, khet me fasal kaatte samay"
(Doctor Babu, I cut my hand while harvesting crops.)
Vaidaksh gently held the man’s hand, noticing that it was bleeding heavily.
Vaidaksh: "Areh kaka, aap aaiye, itna bhi gehra ghaav nahi hai abhi Patti kar deta hu kal tak aap bilkul theek ho jayenge"
(Oh uncle, come in. It’s not that deep, I’ll bandage it and you’ll be fine by tomorrow.)
Gauri and Siyanshi exchanged shocked glances, their eyes flickering back to Vaidaksh with disbelief. Just moments ago, Vaidaksh had been so tender and worried over Siyanshi’s relatively minor wound, his concern evident in every careful motion. Yet now, when a stranger with a bleeding hand was brought in, Vaidaksh’s demeanor shifted entirely, there was no trace of hesitation or worry.
Without missing a beat, he guided the injured man to sit on the stretcher with calm authority. His hands moved with practiced skill as he cleaned the wound thoroughly, applied antiseptic, and wrapped it carefully with a bandage. Then, without so much as a second thought, he administered the injection swiftly and confidently.
Afterward, he calmly advised the man on precautions and care before the man nodded gratefully and left. Throughout the entire process, Vaidaksh’s professionalism and focus never wavered. Siyanshi and Gauri looked at each other, silently acknowledging the contrast. Then their gaze returned to Vaidaksh, who met their eyes with a gentle smile, an unspoken reassurance that, no matter the situation, he would always give his best to those in need.
Gauri: "Dactor Babu, abhi toh aap Siyanshi ko keh rahe the ki itna gehra ghaav hai aur suii bhi aapne nahi lagayi par us aadmi ko toh... Matlab kaise??"
(Doctor Babu, just now you told Siyanshi it’s a deep wound and gave her an injection. But for this man you’re saying it’s fine? I mean, how??)
Vaidaksh: "Ahh, vo... Voo ab aapko kaise bolu inme aur unme farak tha"
(Ahh... well... how do I say this… her case and his were different.)
Vaidaksh murmured quietly, but Siyanshi caught his words. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink.
Gauri: "Achcha ab hum chalte hai"
(Alright, we’ll get going now.)
Vaidaksh: "Ahh vo.... Shaam ko aayengi na aap ... I mean aap dono"
(Ahh... will you be coming in the evening... I mean, both of you?)
Krithvik: "Ha haa, chai nashta leke, kal ka nashta kitna tasty tha"
(Oh yes! With tea and snacks please. Yesterday’s breakfast was so tasty!)
Gauri: "Ji aayenge"
(Yes, we’ll come.)
Vaidaksh: "ahh, vo aap please kaam mat kijiyega dhyaan rakhiyega Siyanshi"
(And please, take care and don’t do any work, Siyanshi.)
Siyanshi smiled softly and nodded in response. She and Gauri then left, walking away while Vaidaksh continued to watch them, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he rubbed the back of his head. Just then, Krithvik placed a reassuring hand on Vaidaksh’s shoulder.
Krithvik: "Ohho bhai, abhi se Praanpriye ji ko unki ardhangini ka dard mehsus hone laga haa??"
(Ohho bro, you can already feel the pain of your other half?)
Vaidaksh: "zyada hindi nahi Sikh Li tune ek din me"
(How come you’ve learned so much Hindi in just a day?)
Krithvik: "baat mat badlo"
(Don’t change the topic!)
Vaidaksh: "Chup kar"
(Shut up.)
Vaidaksh turned and carefully peeled off his surgical gloves, with Krithvik following suit shortly after.
Vaidaksh: "Aur ye pareshan kyu karta hai unhe tu??"
(Why do you keep irritating her?)
Krithvik: "Achcha achcha abhi se itni fikr waah bhai, anyways I love messing up with her, chidh jaati hai jaldi se just like Viku"
(Oh come on bro, already so worried about her? Anyway, I just love messing with her, she gets annoyed so quickly, just like Viku.)
Vaidaksh: "Nautanki kara lo bas isse"
(He’s such a drama queen.)
"Dactor Babu"
(Doctor)
Krithvik’s eyes widened in panic at the mention of the name, while Vaidaksh frowned, clearly confused of his reaction.
Krithvik: "Bhai, please hide me somewhere!"
Vaidaksh: "Now what have you done?"
Krithvik: "Areh yaar Bhai ye uncle hai koi, check up ke liye aaye aur mujhe keh rahe hai ki main chichore kapde pehenta hu, seriously I have the most best and unique dressing sense and this man..urrgghh... Kehte hai Mujhe vo dh... Dhoti kurta pehenna chahiye"
(Oh man, some uncle came for a checkup and told me I dress indecently. I swear I have the most unique and amazing fashion sense, and he says I should wear a dhoti-kurta!)
Vaidaksh: "What??"
"Dactor Babu"
(Doctor)
They heard the man call out to Krithvik again, and this time, Krithvik panicked and bolted from the spot. Vaidaksh burst into laughter, shaking his head in amusement at his brother’s dramatic escape.
In Mumbai,
The sun gleamed over the towering structure of the High Court, its steps buzzing with excitement and murmurs of a high-profile victory. The heavy wooden doors swung open and out walked Vihaansh Singhania and Rudravika Malhotra, both clad in their black court coats, their faces reflecting quiet pride and composed triumph. They had just won a crucial case that had gripped the attention of not only legal circles but also the media.
As soon as the duo descended the first few steps, the media wave surged forward, cameras flashing, mics being pushed forward, and a barrage of questions erupting all at once.
“Ma’am, what do you want to say about the verdict?”
“Mr. Singhania, how did you manage to turn the case in your client’s favor?”
“Was this a personal battle for either of you?”
The chaos grew overwhelming in seconds. Vihaansh instinctively reached for Rudravika’s hand, his grip firm and protective as the crowd around them pressed closer. Startled at first, Rudravika looked up at him, and their eyes met briefly, a flicker of silent understanding passing between them. He gently tugged her closer to shield her from the overwhelming press of reporters and flashing lights. She didn’t pull her hand back, instead, she allowed herself to stay close, trusting his lead.
Reporter: "Advocate Singhania, this was one of the highest-profile cases of your career. How are you feeling? How did you win the case?"
Vihaansh: "Firstly, there’s no such thing as high-profile or low-profile, a case is a case, and a criminal is a criminal, regardless of their background. So, for me, this was just another case, and I was responsible for getting justice for my client, which I did. Secondly, I didn’t win the case alone. We won the case, my colleague Rudravika Malhotra and I worked on this together, and she played a major role in it."
Rudravika looked at Vihaansh, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. He’s giving all the credit to me? she thought, her heart fluttering in her chest. She had merely assisted him, taken notes, handled some paperwork, and supported the arguments he crafted so powerfully in court. It was his case, his strategy, his courtroom brilliance that won the trial.
Yet there he was, standing confidently before the media, telling the cameras with conviction, that the credit goes to his associate, Advocate Rudravika Malhotra. Her dedication and sharp insights played a crucial role in today’s verdict. She stood beside him, speechless for a moment, unsure whether to interject or just melt in awe. When she finally looked up at him, he turned his head and caught her gaze. With a soft, knowing smile, he blinked his eyes at her in quiet reassurance.
Rudravika’s lips curved into a smile, warmth flooding her heart. This wasn’t just Vihaansh being generous, this was him believing in her, trusting her with the same pride he held for himself. And that meant more to her than any courtroom victory. The moment was interrupted when a commotion stirred behind them. The police were leading the convicted man out, handcuffed, as cameras flashed and mics were shoved forward. Some media personnel followed, eager to catch a statement.
As the criminal passed by, he slowed and subtly gestured toward one of the reporters. The movement was quick, almost unnoticeable, but Vihaansh caught it. His eyes narrowed slightly. The reporter, taking the cue, broke away from the pack and approached Vihaansh with a too-casual smile and a notepad in hand.
Reporter 2: "Singhania sahab, suna hai bahaut se cases aap court ke bahar hi suljha dete hai, kahi isme bhi toh aapka kuch hath nahi hai?? Bahaut se vakeelon ne koshish ki par case jeet nahi paye aur aap bas 3 hearing me Jeet Gaye??"
(Mr. Singhania, we’ve heard you settle a lot of cases outside the courtroom. Are you sure you didn’t do the same with this one? Many lawyers tried and failed, but you won it in just three hearings?)
Vihaansh: "I’m a lawyer, sir. If you're claiming that I settle cases outside of court, then please provide some evidence, only then will I respond to such an accusation."
Reporter: "Pata hi tha tum jaise lawyers yahi karte hai dhokebaazi se jeetna case ko"
(We knew it. Lawyers like you win cases by deceit.)
The reporter shoved Vihaansh, causing him to stumble slightly before he regained his balance. Vihaansh shot him a sharp glare, but the reporter simply smirked in response, unfazed.
Reporter: "Dekha aap sab...."
(See everyone...)
Before the reporter could utter another word, Rudravika stepped forward and shoved him with such force that he stumbled and fell hard onto the floor. The entire crowd fell into stunned silence, all eyes wide with shock. Vihaansh stared at Rudravika, clearly surprised by her sudden outburst. Just as she was about to charge at the reporter again, Vihaansh swiftly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to calm her down before things escalated further.
Rudravika: 'Hath kaise lagya humare Ansh ko?? How dare you?? Yahi hath Tod ke rakh denge abhi"
(How dare you touch our Ansh?! How dare you?! I’ll break that hand right now!)
The reporter stood up and began walking toward Rudravika, a determined look on his face.
Reporter: "Mujhe dhakka degi Teri itni himmat"
(You dare push me? How dare you?!)
The reporter’s hand shot up, aiming to strike Rudravika, but before it could land, Vihaansh moved with lightning speed. He grabbed Rudravika gently, pulling her back behind him, then stepped forward and seized the reporter’s wrist with a vice-like grip.
Rage burned fiercely in Vihaansh’s eyes as he twisted the reporter’s hand sharply. The man’s face contorted in pain, a desperate cry escaping his lips. Without mercy, Vihaansh increased the pressure, wrenching the hand backward until a sickening crack echoed through the room. The reporter collapsed, clutching his injured wrist, tears of agony streaming down his face as Vihaansh stood unwavering, a silent warning in his glare.
Vihaansh: "Don’t you dare raise your hand on her and now Be ready to face the consequences."
Vihaansh leaned in and whispered everything into the reporter's ear, his voice low and firm. As soon as he finished, he gave the reporter a hard shove, sending him stumbling to the floor.
Vihaansh: "Officers, take him away."
Some officers arrived and firmly restrained the reporter, who was still crying out in pain after Vihaansh had nearly broken his bone. As they took the reporter away, Vihaansh turned around, the fierce intensity in his eyes softening completely. He gently cupped Rudravika’s face, his touch tender and full of quiet reassurance.
Vihaansh: "Betu, aap theek hai??"
(Sweetheart, are you okay?)
Rudravika’s lips pressed into a stubborn pout, her eyes blazing with anger as she watched the police escort the reporter away. Her gaze remained fixed on him, silently daring him to say or do anything more.
Without a word, Vihaansh pulled her gently closer, hiding her face against his chest as he wrapped his arms securely around her. The warmth of his embrace was a shield against the chaos swirling around them.
Slowly, they began to move away from the scene, the tension palpable as cameras continued to roll and broadcast live across news channels. Reporters shouted questions, their voices rising over the hum of the crowd, while police officers struggled to maintain order. In that moment, Vihaansh and Rudravika found a small sanctuary in each other amid the storm.
Vihaansh: "No more questions, please. Step aside."
Vihaansh gently guided Rudravika away from the commotion, his hand steady and reassuring on her back. When they reached the car, he helped her settle into the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before slipping into the driver’s seat himself.
Rudravika tossed her blazer onto the backseat with a casual flick of her wrist, then crossed her arms, her expression guarded yet thoughtful. Vihaansh glanced at her with a warm smile, mirroring her gesture by placing his own blazer on the backseat. He then rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, ready to take control of the road and whatever challenges lay ahead.
Rudravika: "Ansh hum gusse me hai toh aap apni asteen mat modiye, humara dhyaan bhatak jaata hai"
(Ansh, we’re angry, so please don’t roll up your sleeves. It distracts us.)
Vihaansh chuckled quietly, while Rudravika shot him a sharp glare.
Vihaansh: "Sorry Ma'am"
Rudravika pouted, clearly irritated, and fixed her gaze straight ahead, refusing to meet Vihaansh’s eyes. Vihaansh, amused by her stubbornness, shook his head with a soft smile. He leaned forward just enough to maintain a respectful distance and gently fastened her seatbelt. Then, with a calm precision, he buckled his own seatbelt before starting the engine.
Despite her efforts to focus on the road, Rudravika found her attention irresistibly drawn to Vihaansh’s hands resting on the steering wheel. His veins stood out prominently beneath smooth skin, and the silver watch wrapped around his wrist caught the light just right, adding a striking touch of elegance.
Vihaansh was fully aware of her lingering gaze. A subtle smile played on his lips, but he quickly lowered his eyes, cheeks flushing with warmth as a gentle heat spread across his face. The quiet moment between them was charged with unspoken feelings, each silently acknowledging the magnetic pull they shared.
Rudravika: "Hume ghar nahi jaana hai, humara dimaag bahaut garam hai abhi"
(I don’t want to go home. I am still angry.)
Vihaansh: "Ji Avika ji, usi dimaag ko thanda karne hi Jaa rahe hai"
(Yes, Avika ji. That’s exactly why we’re going, to cool your mind down.)
Rudravika didn’t argue, there was no need to. She trusted Vihaansh completely and knew, deep down, that he would do something to ease the storm of anger simmering inside her. The car glided smoothly through the streets until they arrived at her favorite restaurant, its warm lights glowing invitingly in the afternoon sun. Vihaansh skillfully parked the car and turned to open the door for her.
Stepping out, he extended his hand with a gentle smile. Rudravika accepted it without hesitation, their fingers intertwining naturally. Side by side, they walked toward the entrance, their steps in quiet harmony as they left the tension behind and stepped into the comforting ambiance of the restaurant.
The restaurant exuded a warm, inviting charm with its thoughtfully arranged seating, there were clusters of tables surrounded by elegant chairs, plush sofas that beckoned comfort, and even swing sofas that added a playful touch to the ambiance. The decor was a tasteful blend of crisp white and soothing blue hues, creating an aesthetic balance that was both refreshing and calming.
In one cozy corner sat a small table for two, tucked away just enough to offer a sense of privacy and intimacy. This was Rudravika’s favorite spot, her little sanctuary amid the bustle, where she could retreat and gather her thoughts.
Vihaansh led her there with a quiet confidence, gently pulling out the chair to help her sit before taking his own seat across from her. He called over the waiter and, with a calm, steady voice, placed their order: two iced coffees, carefully made with less sugar and an extra generous dusting of coffee powder, their unspoken ritual.
Throughout the moment, Rudravika sat with her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her cheeks flushed with the unmistakable glow of anger. Her gaze was fixed outside the window, avoiding Vihaansh’s eyes as if the storm within her was too fierce to face.
A soft sigh escaped Vihaansh’s lips. With deliberate calm, he slid his chair closer to hers, then gently turned her chair around so that they were now directly facing each other, close enough that their knees brushed lightly. The proximity shifted the air between them, turning tension into a fragile tenderness.
Reaching out, Vihaansh took her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. His thumb caressed the back of her palm in slow, soothing circles, silently telling her without words that he was there, that he cared, and that whatever storm she faced, she wouldn’t have to face it alone.
Vihaansh: "Chodo bhi na gussa betu, jaane do jo hua so hua"
(Come on now, betu. Let it go. Whatever happened, happened.)
Rudravika: "Aise kaise chod de hum?? Aapne roka kyu hume Ansh? Hum uska hath Tod hi dete nahi nahi hum toh uska muh bhi Tod dete aur sare daant bhi aur .... Aur aakhein bhi noch lete ... Aise kaise usne aapko dhakka diya, aapko accuse kiya, kiwi bhai ko bolenge usko khoob maare"
(How can I let it go just like that? Why did you stop me, Ansh? I would’ve broken his hand, no, his face! All his teeth! And even scratched his eyes out! How dare he push you and accuse you? I’m going to tell Kiwi bhai to beat him up properly!)
Vihaansh smiled warmly at her tender care, his fingers gently brushing back strands of her hair. Slowly, he cupped her delicate face in his large palm, his touch soft and filled with affection.
Vihaansh: "I know meri Avika bahaut strong hai aur use gussa bhi bahaut aata hai, par betu aap agar aise har jagah hyper hone lagengi toh ye aapko bhi musibat me daal sakta hai"
(I know my Avika is very strong and gets really angry, but betu, if you react like this everywhere, it could get you in trouble too.)
Rudravika: "Hum nahi jante vo sab, koi aapko kuch kahega toh hum nahi chodenge use"
(I don’t care. If anyone says anything to you, I won’t spare them.)
Vihaansh: "I know betu, par kabhi kabhi na shanti se hi kaam lena theek hota hai, if we would have faught with him at that moment toh uske sare allegations toh partially correct ho jate, aur vo toh Jeet jaata vo toh hume provoke hi karna chah raha tha, hai na."
(I know, betu. But sometimes it's better to stay calm. If we had fought back at that moment, his allegations would’ve seemed partially true, and he would’ve won. That’s exactly what he wanted, to provoke us.)
Rudravika met his gaze with a look full of understanding. Slowly, she nodded, her eyes softening as the anger melted away, replaced by quiet acceptance and warmth.
Vihaansh: "Aur use dhakka deke aapne mujhe toh bacha hi liya na??"
(And by pushing him, you already saved me, didn’t you?)
Rudravika grinned warmly and nodded in agreement.
Vihaansh: "Haa toh apni baaki taakat na mujhe dikhaiye mujhse ladayi kijiye, baaki aap kitni strong hai ye na courtroom me fight karke duniya ko dikhana okay??"
(So now, save your remaining strength for me. Argue with me instead. Show the world how strong you are by fighting inside the courtroom, okay?)
Rudravika giggled softly and gave a nod.
Rudravika: "Theek hai hum kitne strong hai hum aapko batate hai pehle humse panja ladaiye"
(Fine, I’ll show you how strong I am. Arm wrestle with me first!)
Vihaansh: "What??"
Rudravika: "Haa haa ladaiye, hum dikhate hai humme aapse zyada taakat hai, papa bhi kehte hai hum khoob strong hai"
(Yes, yes! Come on! Let’s see. I’m stronger than you, even Papa says so!)
Vihaansh: "Achcha ji chaliye dekhte hai, par pehle tum order kardo kya khaana hai"
(Alright then, let’s see. But first, why don’t you order something to eat?)
Vihaansh rose smoothly from his seat and moved to sit opposite Rudravika once again. As she took charge of ordering their meal, the waiter soon arrived with their iced coffees, dark, rich, and precisely how they liked them. The clinking of glasses and the gentle hum of the restaurant faded into the background as a new game began to unfold between the two.
Without warning, Vihaansh reached out and grabbed Rudravika’s palm, initiating an impromptu arm wrestling match. He leaned back slightly, effortlessly sipping his coffee with one hand, clearly enjoying the moment. Rudravika, on the other hand, summoned every ounce of strength she had, her brow furrowing in determination as she pushed against his steady grip.
But no matter how hard she tried, Vihaansh held firm, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he watched the flicker of frustration and irritation cross her face. Her cheeks flushed deeper, and a playful fire lit in her eyes, a fire that only made him enjoy the challenge more.
Finishing his coffee with a casual sip, Vihaansh finally loosened his grip, giving just enough slack to let her wrest the victory. With a triumphant grin, Rudravika pressed his hand down onto the table, giggling in delight at her hard-won win. Their laughter mingled softly, the tension from earlier melting away into a shared moment of warmth and playful affection, two souls connecting over a simple, silly game.
Rudravika: "Ansh, aap toh humari chuuii muuiii nikle, pata nahi hum nahi honge toh aapka kya hoga, haar gaye na aap"
(Ansh, you’re such a softie. I don’t know what’ll happen to you without me. You lost, didn’t you?)
Rudravika took a sip of her coffee, her eyes fixed on him, while he simply smiled, admiring her quietly.
Vihaansh: "tumse jeet ke haar jaane se behtar hai tumse haar ke jeet jau"
(It’s better to lose to you and win your heart, than to win and lose you.)
Rudravika gazed deeply into his eyes, sensing the emotions hidden behind his words. A warm blush spread across her cheeks as she lowered her head shyly, touched by the unspoken feelings between them.
Rudravika: "jante hai na kya keh rahe hai??"
(Do you even realize what you’re saying?)
Vihaansh: "bilkul jaanta hu"
(I absolutely do.)
Rudravika: "phir toh kuch aur bhi kehna hoga aapko hai na??"
(Then you must have something more to say, right?)
Rudravika asked softly, her voice tinged with hope, silently wishing he would propose. She knew exactly what she longed to hear, yet sensed that he wasn’t ready to say it just like that. Looking up at him expectantly, her eyes searched his face for any sign of his feelings.
Vihaansh: "hmm kehna toh bahaut kuch hai, par abhi nahi.. and I guess you know the reason"
(Hmm, I do want to say a lot... but not right now. And I think you know why.)
Rudravika smiled shyly and nodded, her heart fluttering in a way it hadn’t before. This was probably the first time Vihaansh was speaking to her about this, and she found herself struggling to contain the sudden rush of emotions and the quickened beat of her heart.
Vihaansh’s own feelings mirrored hers, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, betraying the calm exterior he usually maintained. In that moment, he was all too aware of how close he was to losing control, imagining himself pulling her into an embrace as if his very life depended on it.
Sensing the intensity rising between them, Vihaansh quietly excused himself, needing a moment to collect his swirling emotions. He stepped away, leaving Rudravika with a lingering sense of something tender and unspoken hanging in the air between them.
Vihaansh: "I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be back, betu."
Rudravika still avoided meeting Vihaansh’s gaze, her eyes lowered as she gave a small nod in acknowledgment. Understanding her need for space, Vihaansh quietly excused himself and headed to the washroom to compose his thoughts. After a few moments, feeling more centered, he stepped back into the restaurant. The table was already set, their food neatly arranged on the plates, steam still rising from the dishes.
Rudravika was engrossed in capturing the moment, snapping pictures of the food, then quickly switching to selfies, her phone angled just right as she smiled softly for the camera.
Leaning casually against the wall nearby, Vihaansh watched her with a fond smile. There was something endearing about the way she lost herself in simple joys, and he admired her quietly from afar, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.
Vihaansh: "I know tum kya sunna chahti ho betu, but I don't believe in dating Avika, it's for people who are not sure about their relationship and wanna give a chance... Par main sure hu betu, meri zindagi me sirf tum ho aur tum hi rahogi.. Dakshu bhai bade hai mujhse, ek baar vo settle ho jaye, phir pure haq se Rudra uncle se tumhara hath mangunga, chahe vo kuch bhi test le le mera, tumhare liye I'm selfish, kuch bhi kar jaunga."
(I know what you want to hear, betu... but I don’t believe in dating, Avika. That’s for people who are unsure and just want to try things out. But I’m sure, you are my life, and always will be. Dakshu bhai is older than me. Once he’s settled, I’ll formally ask Rudra uncle for your hand, even if he tests me in every way possible. For you, I’m selfish. I’ll do anything.)
Vihaansh smiled softly to himself, amused by the playful expressions Rudravika was making for her selfies. There was something effortlessly charming about the way she lost herself in those little moments, and he found himself admiring her more with every passing second.
He quietly approached the table and took his seat across from her. Rudravika glanced up, returning his smile, though her attention quickly shifted back to capturing the perfect shot of the food spread before them.
Reaching into his pocket, Vihaansh pulled out his phone and began taking pictures too, not just of the dishes, but of her as well. His gallery was already overflowing with candid snaps of Rudravika, filled with moments she probably didn’t even know he had captured. As for pictures of himself? They were rare, usually taken only when she insisted, and even then, he preferred the ones where she was in the frame.
Rudravika: "Ansh, zara humari bhi pictures lij.."
(Ansh, take a few pictures of me, too...)
Rudravika asked Vihaansh to take her pictures, but when she glanced at him, she caught him already snapping photos of her. The unexpected moment caught her off guard, and a rosy blush spread across her cheeks.
Vihaansh: "Ma'am ma'am ek photo please ma'am smile please."
(Ma’am, ma’am, one photo, please! Smile, please!)
Rudravika giggled softly, clearly amused by how Vihaansh was acting like one of her biggest fans, snapping picture after picture of her every little expression. She playfully pouted, stuck out her tongue, and made a series of funny yet adorable faces, each one met with a click from Vihaansh’s camera.
After her mini photo session, she slid closer to him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Pulling out her phone, she started taking selfies of the two of them, capturing the moments as Vihaansh fed her a bite, and then himself, both laughing softly as they shared the simple joy of the meal together.
Their laughter blended with the warm restaurant ambiance, a perfect snapshot of the comfort and happiness they found in each other’s company.
In the college,
Vyanav was already a star in the world of sports, a national-level champion who had been featured in headlines more than once for his outstanding performances. At just 21, he had achieved more than most could even dream of. Yet, beneath the limelight and the medals, he was still a grounded young man determined to complete his education.
His rigorous training and match schedules often kept him away from regular college classes, but he never let that be an excuse. He ensured all his assignments were completed and submitted on time, and although he rarely had the luxury of attending lectures, he stayed connected to the academic flow through online resources and friends.
Today was one such rare day when Vyanav managed to come to college in person, not for classes, but to personally submit his assignments and catch up with a few friends. He wore a plain white hoodie over his black t-shirt, jeans, and his signature sneakers. A cap and a black face mask shielded his identity, not because he was ashamed of who he was, but because walking around the college without one often led to a crowd of admirers and unwanted attention, especially from fangirls.
Vyanav preferred a quiet presence. Fame had its perks, but he valued his space, his normalcy. That’s also why, on college visits, he didn’t bring his bodyguards, he wanted to feel like a regular student, if only for a few hours.
As he walked into the campus, duffle bag slung casually over his shoulder, his eyes scanned the familiar grounds. Despite his understated arrival, he still caught a few curious glances. But Vyanav kept his head low and walked towards the admin block, his usual confident yet calm stride. He was here to do what he always did, balance his two worlds, the one on the field and the one in books, both with equal sincerity.
After submitting his assignments, exchanging a few quick words with some of his professors and even a brief conversation with the Principal, Vyanav made his way out of the academic block. He greeted a few classmates on the way, keeping things casual, his mask still on and cap pulled slightly lower to avoid unnecessary attention. As he walked across the courtyard, the sun dipping lower in the sky, he twirled his car keys effortlessly around his fingers. But just as he reached the parking lot, a familiar voice called out behind him.
A smile tugged beneath his mask, there was only one person who calls him "Mr. Handsome". He halted mid-step and slowly turned around. And there she was, Riyanaah, jogging toward him, her smile as radiant as ever. She was dressed in a white ribbed tank top tucked into pastel pink shorts, a loose matching shirt worn open over it. Her sneakers crunched lightly against the gravel as she rushed to him, her hair bouncing slightly with each step. By the time she reached him, she was slightly out of breath. Without a word, Vyanav instinctively placed his hands gently on her shoulders to steady her. Riyanaah huffed, dramatically placing her hand over her heart.
Riyanaah: 'Mr. Hands..ome vo..."
Vyanav: "Shhh shant pehle"
(Shhh, calm down first.)
Vyanav pulled out her pink water bottle from the side of his bag and let out a small chuckle, shaking his head at the colour. Without saying a word, he gently held Riyanaah’s chin and brought the bottle to her lips. She looked at him briefly but drank the water quietly. Once she was done, he capped it and carefully placed it back into her bag, all while she quietly watched him, her heart just a little louder than before.
Vyanav: "Ab bolo kya hua?"
(Now tell me, what happened?)
Riyanaah: "Main bhi aapke sath chalunga, matlab chalungi"
(I’ll come with you too, I mean, I want to come with you.)
Vyanav: "Areh par tumhari class?? Abhi toh ek aur lecture baaki hoga na??"
(But what about your class? Don’t you still have one more lecture left?)
Riyanaah: "vo toh IT ka lecture hai aur main toh pehle se hi expert hu usme"
(It’s just an IT lecture, and I’m already an expert in that.)
Vyanav: "This is so wrong Riyanaah, over confidence achcha nahi hota hai"
(That’s not right, Riyanaah. Overconfidence isn’t good.)
Riyanaah pouted softly and lowered her head, her expression tinged with disappointment.
Riyanaah: "Main roz lecture attend karta hu, matlab karti hu, aur pura din college aur studies me chala jata hai mera, abhi thoda sa time aapke sath mila toh aapko usme bhi issue hai"
(I attend lectures every day, I mean regularly, and my entire day goes into college and studies. Now I got a little time to spend with you and you have an issue with that too?)
Vyanav smiled, shaking his head in amusement, and gently placed his hand on Riyanaah’s shoulders. She looked up at him and grinned brightly.
Vyanav: "Mera picha chod kyu nahi deti tum??"
(Why don’t you just leave me alone?)
Riyanaah: "mujhse durr jaake toh dikhaiye, bahaut marunga main, matlab marungi main"
(Try staying away from me and see what happens, I’ll hit you a lot, I mean, I will!)
Riyanaah let out a small whine, frustrated at her habit of talking like a boy, especially when she tried so hard to sound more graceful and girly in front of Vyanav, only to mess it up every time. Vyanav burst into laughter at her adorably dramatic reaction. He took her bag and the two walked toward his car. Gently placing her bag on the backseat, he then opened the passenger door for her like a true gentleman. She slid inside with a shy smile, and he moved to the driver’s seat. Once settled, he removed his mask, revealing a warm, amused grin still lingering on his face.
Vyanav: "Kaha jaana hai??"
(Where do you want to go?)
Riyanaah: "Movie dekhne"
(To watch a movie.)
Vyanav: "Okay, let me book the tickets."
Riyanaah nodded softly, still watching him. Vyanav turned to look for his phone but frowned when he didn’t find it where he usually kept it. With a slightly annoyed sigh, he started searching around the car, checking the seat beside him, under the dashboard, and then leaned forward to open the glove compartment in front of Riyanaah’s seat.
Vyanav: "Ms. Dhamaka, zara help kardo yaar, phone nahi mil raha hai"
(Ms. Dhamaka, can you help me out? I can’t find my phone.)
Riyanaah: "Okay one second."
Riyanaah grabbed her phone and, after a couple of minutes, turned around to spot Viyanav’s phone lying in the far corner of the backseat. She stretched out her hand to reach it, but it was just out of reach, leaving her momentarily frustrated.
Riyanaah: "Vyanav piche hai aapka phone udr dekhiye"
(Vyanav, your phone is behind you, look over there.)
Viyanav glanced toward the backseat and noticed Riyanaah struggling to reach the phone. He stretched out his hand, easily grabbing the phone.
Vyanav: "Ye itna corner me kaise gaya?? Aur tumhe kaise dikh Gaya"
(How did it even get so far in the corner? And how did you see it?)
Vyanav asked as he opened the app to book the tickets.
Riyanaah: "Maine hack kiya na aapka phone"
(I hacked your phone.)
Vyanav’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at her, while she grinned mischievously.
Vyanav: "Bas phone dudhne ke liye tumne phone hack Kiya??"
(You hacked my phone just to find it??)
Riyanaah: "Haa toh aise hi toh dundhte hai"
(Yeah, that’s how you find things, right?)
Vyanav: "Riyanaah, you could have simply called me, phone yahi tha ring karta tha vo"
(Riyanaah, you could’ve just called on the phone, it would’ve rung— it was right here!)
Riyanaah: "Areeh haa na, Maine toh socha hi nahi ye"
(Ohh right! I didn’t even think of that.)
Vyanav chuckled softly and shook his head with a smile.
Vyanav: "Kaha se aate hai tumhare dimaag me ye sab ideas"
(Where do you even get these ideas from?)
Riyanaah: "unique ideas aate hai kyuki main apne papa ka bachcha hu na"
(I get such unique ideas because I’m my dad’s kid, after all.)
Vyanav: "Yeah yeah the great Riyanaah Rishwik Malhotra"
Riyanaah grinned brightly as Viyanav started the car right after booking their movie tickets. Together, they set off, enjoying the movie side by side, sharing laughter over lunch, and having a blast at the game zone in the mall. By evening, tired but happy, they headed back home, their day filled with memories to cherish.
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