"Sahiba, tu hi mera aayina,
Hathon mein bhi mere haan,
Tera hi naseeb aata hai."
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I was standing in front my Misha.She was smiling and speaking but, suddenly that smile vanished and there was tears in her eyes.
And suddenly she just disappeared and I heard someone's voice "Vihaannn!!".
Hearing that I got up in a jerk and that's when I realised that I it was just a dream. While I was busy in my thoughts I felt someone's legs on mine. I moved my eyes towards my leg and found Ayaan's leg on mine.
I moved his leg from mine, and stood up. For a while I stared at Ayaan's face and walked out to the balcony.
I leaned forward to the railing of the balcony and huffed looking at the sky.
The sky was clear but dark there was not a single star in the sky just like how there is no shine in my heart's face . I am sorry Mishu, after what I did I know I don't deserve you.
The past was moving in front of my eyes like time lapse.
The tears and innocent face of my Misha, why am calling her mine I was the one who pushed her far from me.
Until that bastard dies I can't tell Misha the truth. What if he does something to her I can't see her in danger. I hates that day when I received that black envelope.
"Mr. Vikram Agarwal I am not going to leave you. I will torture you till your last breath. I am going to make your life a living hell", I whispered
"Bhai, itni raat ko aap yaha kya kar rahe ho", I heard someone speaking. I turned and found Rida standing near the door frame rubbing her eyes.
(Brother, what are you doing here this late)
"Tum dono yaha itni raat ko yaha kya gossip kar rahe", a sleepy figure spoke staring at us with sleepy eyes. "Shivansh bhai aap kya kar rahe ho", Rida asked.
(What are you both gossiping at this late)
"Maine tum dono ko baat karthe suna toh main agaya".
(I heard you two speaking so i came)
"Acha teek hai chalo tum dono ko, sona hai na", I spoke and walked inside with Rida and Shivansh.
(Ok now, let's go in, you two have to sleep )
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The next day, I was sitting on the couch when I heard some footsteps and someone laughing. I turned and saw Misha, she was walking down the stairs with Saira and Rida.
She was wearing a beautiful white dress which reach till her ankle. I want to hug her and tell how pretty she is looking but I can't.
"Bhai, kaise lag rahi hun", Saira asked.
(Brother, how am I looking)
"Bohat sundar lag rahi ho", I replied and Saira gave a sharp smile.
(Your look so pretty)
I was busy looking at Misha when I heard Shivansh talking to someone on the phone. I turned to him and gave a questioning look to him but he just said "nothing bhai, kaam ka tension".
(Nothing brother, I have tension about the work)
I nodded and I was about to turn my head to other side when my eyes fell on Shivansh's phone. There was a girl's photo. I wanted to ask but I shrugged the thought thinking it's just some random person.
After a while Aakarsh was about to introduce his girlfriend to all of us. So we drove off to the restaurant and I driving the car and beside me Shivansh was sitting and at the back Ayaan and Karthik were sitting.
The car was filled with Ayaan's useless jokes. After a while he took my phone and started playing songs. I shook my head at his behaviour and continued driving.
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The journey was punctuated by the playful, familiar sound of teasing. Misha and Rithika were laughing in the back seat, directing their good-natured ribbing at Aakarsh, who was driving.
"Acha, yeh batao ki kitne din ho gaye apko Akshu se nahi mile hue," Misha prompted, her tone sweet but laced with mischief.
("Okay, so, tell me, how many days has it been since you last met Akshu?")
Rithika scoffed dramatically. "Kya, kitne din hogaye? Yeh pucho ke kitne ghante hoge aapko nahi mile hue!" ("What, how many days? You should be asking how many hours it's been since you both last met!")
Aakarsh's face immediately turned a deep, embarrassed red at the blatant spotlight on his devotion to his girlfriend.
With their arrival marked by this lively bickering, they finally reached the restaurant, where the rest of their large friend circle was already waiting to join them.
As they entered, Ayaan, full of restless energy, detached himself from Vihaan and quickly moved to walk beside Misha.
They were deeply engrossed in a discussion about trivial matters, but Misha suddenly felt a specific, intense gaze focused on them.
It was a pressure that felt oddly familiar, yet she chose to dismiss it, keeping her attention firmly on Ayaan.
Inside, Aakarsh scanned the room and pointed toward a table where two girls were seated. One was absorbed in her phone, clad in a stunning white saree.
Her face, though bearing a few faint acne spots, was radiant; her skin literally glowed under the warm restaurant lighting, drawing the eye.
"Oyy, white saree wali hain kya?" Ayaan whispered to Aakarsh, ever the sharp observer.
("Oy, is she the one in the white Aakarsh shook his head, a soft, possessive smile appearing on his lips. "Nahi, uske pass jo baiti hai na, woh hai Akshara, meri Akshu," he clarified, indicating the other girl.
("No, the person sitting next to her is Akshara, my Akshu.")
Akshara presented a different, equally captivating picture. She was wearing a graceful blue kurta and traditional jhumka earrings that caught the light with every slight movement.
Her skin was perfectly flawless and shone brightly. A beautiful, intricate bracelet circled her hand, completing an ensemble that seemed effortlessly elegant on her.
The girl beside Akshara, Noor, looked up from her phone as the group approached and offered a welcoming smile. They all walked over and pulled up chairs, settling across the table from the two women.
Aakarsh, eager to introduce his partner, began, "Guys, this is my Akshu and—"
Ayaan rudely cut him off mid-sentence, his cheekiness unchecked. "Arey, bhabhi toh hume pata hai, par yeh widva kon hai?"
("Hey, we know our sister-in-law, but who is that widow?")
Misha, mortified, swiftly smacked the back of Ayaan's head and immediately turned to the insulted girl. "My name is Noor, and I. AM. Not. A. Widow," Noor stated with cold, blazing fury, her eyes glaring daggers at Ayaan.
Ayaan's confidence evaporated. He managed a strained, awkward chuckle, realizing his crass Hindi comment had been perfectly understood. Saira, desperate to change the subject, picked up the laminated menu.
"Acha guys, toh kya order karna hai lunch ke liye?" ("Okay guys, what should we order for lunch?")
Then came the unexpected moment. "Rithika, how about you decide what to eat?" Vihaan suggested, his voice low and measured, passing the menu to Aakarsh's sister.
Ayaan froze, actually choking on nothing but air upon hearing the sound of Vihaan's voice—a voice rarely used in group settings.
"Di, agar aap nahi kar rahe ho, tho please woh menu pass karo na," he sputtered to Rithika. ("Sister, if you aren't ordering, please pass me the Rithika's, equally taken aback by Vihaan's unprecedented contribution, simply nodded, took the menu, and passed it along.
"Wait, what just happened? Was that Vihaan bhai who just spoke now?" Ayaan thought, momentarily forgetting his hunger in his astonishment.
"Bhai, mujhe toh laga ki aapki voice chala gaya," Aakarsh chimed in, echoing everyone's shock with a surprised look.
("Brother, I thought you had lost your voice.")
A moment later, Noor leaned in and whispered to Misha, "Umm, blue colour di, can you please introduce everyone?" Misha was, indeed, wearing a blue kurti.
Ayaan, already on the defensive, jumped in. "Oi, she is not blue colour di; she has a name, and her name is Misha," he corrected Noor with unnecessary aggression.
Misha offered a small, appreciative smile and began the formal introductions. "Okay, so this is Ayaan, Shivansh, Saira, and Rida. This is Rithika and Karthik; they are Aakarsh's sister and brother-in-law.
I am Misha, and that is... Vihaan." Her voice, which had been bright and clear throughout, dropped noticeably on Vihaan's name, concluding on a heavy, unspoken note of sadness.
Vihaan's intense gaze remained fixed on Misha. He watched the flicker of pain in her eyes. The silent plea for him to acknowledge their strained connection was almost visible, yet the words he needed to speak were trapped painfully in his throat.
As the food was served, a fresh wave of hunger seized the table, and Ayaan was the first to plunge in. "Arey, kitne dino tak buke rahe ho?" Noor asked him dryly, watching him devour the food.
("Hey, for how many days have you been hungry?")
"Aap ko kya hai?" Ayaan shot back with his mouth full. ("What's it to you?")
Noor shook her head, murmuring just loud enough, "Kumbhakarn." The ancient Hindu mythological figure, known for his prodigious appetite and long sleep, was an apt comparison for Ayaan.
"Oii, I am not a Kumbhakarna, but you are looking like Ravana's sister—wait, what was her name?" Ayaan said, trying to recall the antagonist.
"Shurpanakha," Akshara supplied quickly, interrupting Ayaan's thoughts. Ayaan nodded enthusiastically, confirming the insult, and Noor's nostrils flared in anger at both of them.
"Excuse me," Noor demanded sharply.
"You're excused, Miss Shurpanakha," Ayaan replied with a smug, dismissive shrug.
Rithika, concerned by the silence from one corner, leaned toward Rida. "Rida, kya hua, tum kuch nahi bol rahe ho?"
("Rida, what happened? Why aren't you speaking?")
"Kuch nahi, Di," Rida mumbled, offering no further explanation. ("Nothing, Sister.")
Misha intervened, turning her attention to the new girl. "Okay Akshara, tell us something about yourself na," she encouraged.
"Haan, mujhe bhi aapne bhabhi ke bhare mein janana hai," Rithika insisted, keen to learn more about her future sister-in-law.
("Yes, I also want to know about our sister-in-law.")
"Umm, I am Akshara Anand. I am a student. I love singing and playing the guitar. It is an instrument that I am passionately devoted to. There are four members in my family: my mom, dad, and my brother," Akshara replied, her voice soft and cheerful.
"If you don't mind, can I ask you something?" Saira inquired politely, and Akshara nodded.
At that moment, Karthik stood up. "Guys, we have some work, so we three are gonna be at the opposite table of this one," he announced, pulling Shivansh and Vihaan away, ostensibly for work, but also to give the girls some space.
"Yeah, what's your age, Akshara?" Saira asked, continuing her line of questioning.
"I am 20."
"What about you, Shurpanakha?" Ayaan asked Noor, refusing to let the insult go.
"Stop calling me that," Noor warned through gritted
teeth.
"Okay, I won't call you that, but I have a new name: Chandh," Ayaan replied, offering the poetic name which means Moon.
"Chandh, kyu?" Akshara asked Ayaan, confused by the sudden change in epithets.
("Moon? Why?")
"If I call her Shurpanakha, then she will become my sister, and I don't want her as my sister," Ayaan explained, his casual rejection of a familial relationship with Noor eliciting shocked looks from the table.
"Oh, so you accepted that you are Kumbhakarna," Akshara teased, turning his logic against him. Ayaan could only respond with a tight, defeated smile.
Noor's face visibly fell upon hearing the word Chandh from Ayaan. Misha, observing the genuine hurt, gently interjected, "But I guess Noor didn't like it."
Ayaan realized the name had triggered a deeper, personal memory. He quickly sobered. "I am sorry, Ms. Noor," he apologized sincerely.
"No, it's fine," Noor replied, wiping a quick, faint tear from her eye. "Just after my dad, you are the second man who called me Chandh."
To immediately lift the sudden melancholy, Noor forced a cheerful tone. "If you want to call me Chandh, then I'm gonna call you Kumbhakarn. Deal?" Ayaan readily nodded in agreement, finally forging a truce through
shared, rude nicknames.
"What do you do?" Saira asked Noor, changing the subject back to career.
"I am still a student, and I have a small cafe in Koramangala. It is for people who love books. I opened it in the name of my best friend," Noor disclosed, leaving everyone in stunned silence, except for Akshara and Aakarsh.
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Hey readers,
The cafe is an imaginary one. So please don't try to search it.
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Ohh, nice," Ayaan remarked, a genuine smile on his face, while Noor simply offered a gracious smile to the whole group.
After they finished their meal, they all strolled out of the restaurant, the air buzzing with their
chatter.
Akshara and Saira were engrossed in a discussion of random, light-hearted things when their eyes simultaneously landed on a brightly lit ice cream parlour.
"Akshara, do you like ice cream?" Saira's eyes sparkled with excitement. Before Akshara could fully reply, both girls sprinted towards the parlour, their laughter echoing.
Akshara simply nodded to confirm her eagerness, and the rest of the group, resigned and amused, followed them inside.
"Bhaiya, one scoop of vanilla ice cream, please," Misha requested from the vendor with a sweet smile. She took the cup and immediately passed it to Akshara, along with two small spoons.
"Why two spoons?" Akshara inquired, looking puzzled.
Misha just offered a knowing smile and subtly pointed toward Aakarsh, who was standing nearby. Akshara's cheeks flushed a delightful pink as she understood the silent gesture for them to share.
"Rida, which flavour ice cream do you want?" Noor asked softly, but Rida, ever reserved, simply shook her head, content just to watch.
Suddenly, Ayaan rushed in from outside and announced, "Di, Rithika Bhabhi and Karthik Bhai are going to meet us directly at the mall. Vihaan and Shivansh Bhai are outside waiting for us."
Misha nodded in acknowledgement, her attention already drawn to the colorful assortment of ice cream flavours.
Ayaan, now at the counter, made a rather unusual request: "Bhaiya, please give me a mixed ice cream: chocolate, pista, vanilla, and strawberry flavour."
Noor, watching the vendor prepare the bizarre concoction, stared at the cup in Ayaan's hands with an expression of pure disbelief and disgust.
"Are you human or some alien?" Noor challenged, pointing to the chaotic swirl of flavours.
"What about it? It's my wish!" Ayaan countered playfully, licking the scoop. "And if you're jealous, you can try it too!" He held the mixed ice cream towards her.
Noor recoiled, shaking her head firmly, and continued to enjoy the sensible flavour of her own cup.
Misha accepted a simple chocolate ice cream from the vendor. Instead of eating it, she became lost in thought, standing there and sweetly admiring Aakarsh and Akshara sharing their vanilla scoop.
She was so deep in her own world that the chocolate ice cream in her hand began to melt, slowly dripping down the cone.
Shivansh, who was standing just outside the parlour, noticed the disaster unfolding in Misha's hand. Seeing the melting mess, he hurried inside and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her slightly.
Misha snapped out of her trance, looking down at the completely melted ice cream.
"Mishu, do you want another scoop?" Shivansh asked with concern.
"No, let's just go," Misha replied, suddenly a bit embarrassed. With that, everyone turned and headed toward the bustling mall.
Upon reaching the mall, Aakarsh and Akshara immediately drifted away from the group, hands brushing, leaving the others smiling knowingly behind them.
Rithika, ever the fashion enthusiast, quickly took charge and pulled Misha, Saira, Noor, and Rida toward a chic ethnic wear boutique. The boys followed obediently, trailing behind them with a collective sigh.
"Noor, look at this!" Misha exclaimed, holding up a strikingly beautiful blue kurti. Noor gave an approving nod and immediately took it, heading into the trial room.
Rithika settled comfortably onto a plush chair, assigning Karthik the task of fetching different sizes and styles.
Misha, meanwhile, began wandering leisurely around the store. Her attention was suddenly captured by a magnificent, deep red saree. She walked over and reached out to touch the soft fabric, but as her hand rested on the saree, she realized there was another hand there as well.
She looked up, startled, and found Vihaan staring intently at her. Their eyes met, locking together, and in that moment, the noise and bustle of the mall simply melted away, leaving only the two of them in a hushed, private world.
"I love you, Misha," Vihaan whispered, the words barely audible.
Misha, however, was so captivated by the intensity in Vihaan's eyes that she didn't hear a single word he had spoken.
"Di, yeh kaisa hai?" Saira's voice broke the spell, as she held up an off-white kurta embroidered with pink flowers.
(Sister, how is this?)
Saira's question immediately brought Misha and Vihaan crashing back to reality. Vihaan quickly withdrew his hand from the saree, composed himself, and walked over to stand next to Karthik.
Misha, her heart still racing, took the red saree and joined Saira, moving into the trial room.
A while later, all three girls emerged, each wearing their chosen outfit. They stood proudly in front of Rithika, bright, hopeful smiles on their faces.
"Di, how am I looking?" Noor asked, posing dramatically in the blue kurti.
Before Rithika could offer a compliment, Ayaan jumped in with a cheeky grin: "You look like a blue monkey!”
Noor, not missing a beat, responded in Kannada, her smile mocking: "Nevu bili kathe thara idira!"
(You look like a white donkey)
"Huh? Translation, please!" Ayaan asked, a genuinely puzzled expression on his face.
"Nothing!" Noor stated flatly, the secret of calling him a 'white donkey' safely kept, and with a toss of her head, she returned to the trial room.
Misha's dress
Noor's dress
Saira's dress
"Oh,yeh chudel inssan mein badal Sakthi hai!" Shivansh quipped, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at Saira, who was trying on a kurta.
(Oh, this ghost can turn into human also)
Saira immediately glared at him. "Vihaan Bhai, look at him!" she complained, seeking his protection.
Vihaan responded by sending a sharp, silent glare at Shivansh, signaling his disapproval of the teasing, before he simply turned and moved out of the store altogether. Misha and Saira just shook their heads at the childish exchange and stepped back into the trial room to change out of the clothes.
A moment later, Shivansh approached Karthik. "Bhai, mujhe kuch kaam hai, main nikhal tha hu," he said, looking slightly uneasy after Vihaan's departure.
"Bhai, wait! I'm coming too," Rida spoke up quickly, walking right behind Shivansh. She preferred his quiet company to the crowded store.
After the girls were finished, they emerged from the trial room, carrying their clothes to the counter. Misha placed the striking red saree on the billing counter.
"Bhai,main bohat thak gayi hun, mujhe ghar jaana hai," she told Karthik, her exhaustion evident in her voice and posture.
"Oh, alright, that makes sense," Karthik replied, considering the logistics. "Shivansh isn't here, so you can go with Vihaan."
"But he's not here either," Misha pointed out, looking around the nearly empty store.
Karthik explained, "He's outside the mall. And take Ayaan with you, he has no work here except to fight with Noor," he added with a chuckle.
Misha accepted the arrangement with a sigh of relief, a tired but grateful expression on her face, and walked out of the store. Ayaan, who had been listening quietly, followed her without a fuss.
As Misha and Ayaan reached the main entrance, they found Vihaan leaning casually against his car, checking his phone.
Seeing them approach, Vihaan quickly opened the driver's door and slid into his seat, waiting for them to get in.
Ayaan walked straight to the back door and hopped into the back seat, giving Misha the front passenger seat.
Misha walked around, got in, and immediately settled back, staring out the side window, lost in her thoughts.
Vihaan started the engine and smoothly drove off. After a few minutes of silence, he turned the radio on, filling the car with music.
The song that started playing was rhythmic and suggestive,
"It's been about a month and 20 days And we're goin' 'round and 'round, playin' silly games Now you're sayin', 'Slow it down, not right now'..."
Hearing the lyrics, Ayaan immediately leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips, and stared pointedly at Vihaan's profile.
"Bhai,aapko yeh song patha hai kya?" Ayaan asked, his tone dripping with playful innuendo.
(Brother, do you know this song?)
"No, I don't listen to songs," Vihaan replied curtly, focusing on the road, but the lyrics just kept coming:
"...Then you wink at me and walk away But let it be, let it be, let it be known Hold on, don't go Touchin' and teasin' me, tellin' me no But this time I need to feel you We're all alone..."
As the full meaning of the suggestive lyrics finally registered, Vihaan's face flushed with deep embarrassment.
He slammed his hand onto the radio, abruptly silencing the music. He gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white, and spoke in a very low, strained voice.
"I am sorry, I didn't know what that song was," he apologized sincerely.
Ayaan, thoroughly entertained, leaned back in his seat and burst into laughter. "Kya yar bhai aapko yeh song nahi patha", he teased mercilessly.
Vihaan turned his head slightly toward Misha, but instead of finding her awake, he saw that she had fallen asleep, her head resting peacefully against the window. His lips curved up into a tender smile, and he pulled the car safely to the side of the road.
"What happened, Bhai? Is there a problem?" Ayaan asked, instantly concerned.
Vihaan just shook his head, offering no explanation. He got out of the car, moved to the trunk, opened it, and pulled out a soft blanket. He closed the trunk and walked over to the passenger side.
He opened the door carefully and gently adjusted Misha's seat back to a more comfortable reclining position.
He then tenderly covered Misha with the blanket, ensuring she was cozy, before quietly closing the door.
Meanwhile, Ayaan watched the entire loving display from the back seat, his mouth wide open in silent astonishment.
Vihaan returned to the driver's seat, sat down, and simply gazed at Misha for a peaceful, unhurried moment before finally resuming the drive to Rithika's home.
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In Shivansh's car, the atmosphere was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the engine.
"Rida, what happened? You've been so quiet since morning," Shivansh asked, noticing her unusual silence.
Rida turned to him, her expression serious. "Bhai, if I ask you something, will you promise to tell me the truth?"
Shivansh hummed an affirmative, his attention now completely on her.
"Yesterday, did you overhear Vihaan Bhai talking...?" Rida paused, hesitant to finish the sentence.
Hearing that, Shivansh instantly recalled the previous night's intense conversation. "Ha, maine sab sun liya," he confirmed with a sigh.
(Yes, I heard everything)
"Bhai, leave alone being together, Misha Di and Vihaan Bhai aren't even talking to each other properly," Rida observed sadly.
"I don't know, but ever since Bhai returned from London, there's definitely been some kind of problem between them," Shivansh mused, his brow furrowed.
"And Bhai, did you also notice that Misha Di didn't even come to the airport when Vihaan Bhai was leaving for London?" Rida finished, linking their observations.
Shivansh sighed deeply. "And ever since we all met up again, Misha's smile has been looking... fake."
Rida nodded in agreement. "I don't know when we'll see our Vihaan Bhai and Misha Di happy together again," she lamented.
The car was filled with their concerned conversation about Misha and Vihaan until Anushka's voice interrupted them.
"Hello, beta, where are you? Come home soon!" Anushka, Shivansh's mother, spoke urgently over the phone.
"Yes, Ma, we are on our way," Shivansh reassured her before hanging up, ending their shared moment of worry.
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