A knock echoed through the room, and before Vanshika could respond, the door creaked open. A man filled the doorway, his presence commanding immediate attention. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark T-shirt straining slightly against his frame. Jet-black curls framed his ruggedly handsome face, while a neatly trimmed beard accentuated the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes, deep and unyielding as fresh-brewed coffee, carried a calm intensity—an aura of quiet strength tinged with danger.

“I hope you missed me… Zubair,” Vanshika said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Of course, Miss Sharma, I did,” Zubair replied, his voice a low, steady rumble.

“Well, you have a job now,” she said, her tone shifting to businesslike seriousness.

“Just give the order, ma’am,” he responded, his posture tightening.

Before Vanshika could continue, Abhiman interjected, baffled. “Wait, wait—who is this guy?!”

“Yeah, who is he, Vanshi?” Navya asked, glancing between her friend and the imposing newcomer.

“This,” Ishana supplied with a smirk, “is Zubair. Vanshika’s personal bodyguard—and her right hand.”

“Uncle specially appointed him to her,” Vihaan added, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Zubair’s gaze flicked toward the group, amusement softening his otherwise stoic demeanor. “It’s a demanding job,” he said dryly. “She has a talent for finding trouble.”

“And you,” Ishana quipped, “seem to have a talent for finding her in it. Perfect balance, don’t you think?”

Vanshika rolled her eyes at their banter. “Zubair, I need you to track down the man behind the attack on me. He also sent me a threatening message. I’m certain it’s the same person. Find him quickly—and don’t you dare tell my papa. You know what he’ll do if he finds out.”

A smirk curved Zubair’s lips as he arched a brow. “Still afraid of Mr. Sharma, ma’am?”

“Shut up, Zubair! Just do what I said—or else…” Vanshika trailed off, glaring at him.

“Alright, alright, Sherni ma’am, no need to get angry!” he teased, grinning.

“You’re the one being irritating—what choice do I have?”

“Huh! I thought Mumbai might have cooled your temper, but no. It’s still perched right on the tip of your nose,” Zubair said, chuckling.

“He’s right, Vanshi—it’s practically a personality trait,” Vihaan remarked, fighting back laughter.

“A very cute one, though,” Ishana added with a wink. “Besides, I think Zubair just enjoys riling you up.”

Zubair’s smirk widened. “It’s part of the service package, Miss.”

“Shut up, all of you!” Vanshika snapped, though the smile threatening to break through betrayed her.

His tone turned professional again. “Consider it done, ma’am. I’ll have information on this man soon—and your father will hear nothing of it from me.”

“Good,” Vanshika said softly, her resolve firm.

With a nod, Zubair exited. His towering figure vanished as the door clicked shut, leaving the room in silence. Raghav, Navya, and Abhiman stared after him, still stunned. Ishana only shook her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The tension that had thickened the air moments before slowly gave way to a sense of resolve. They had gained a powerful ally, and the hunt had officially begun.

“Alright, everyone, you can go. We’ll handle this tomorrow,” Vanshika said firmly.

“She’s right—you need rest. We’ll regroup tomorrow,” Raghav added.

One by one, the group dispersed. Vanshika exhaled deeply and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool evening breeze brushed against her face, easing the turmoil within. She closed her eyes, allowing herself a rare moment of calm—until she sensed a presence at her side.

“You didn’t leave?” she asked, turning to see Raghav beside her.

“Dad and Uncle are caught up in business talk,” he said casually, leaning against the railing. “So I thought I’d join you.”

Vanshika mirrored his posture, her sigh slipping into the night air.

“So,” Raghav began, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Zubair—your personal bodyguard and right-hand man.”

“Yeah,” Vanshika chuckled softly.

“Since when?”

She hesitated before answering. “Since I was thirteen. One of my father’s rivals attacked me. Papa, being as protective as he is, assigned Zubair to me. He’s the son of my father’s PA, a little older than me. I’ve always seen him as a brother. To the world, he’s a beast. But to his close ones… he’s just a big softie.”

Raghav’s smirk softened into genuine warmth. “A beast, huh? Honestly, he seemed more like a teddy bear—with a killer instinct.”

Vanshika laughed. “Exactly. He’s the only one who can infuriate me and calm me down in the same breath.”

“It’s good you have someone like that,” Raghav said, sincerity in his voice. “Someone who always has your back.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, eyes drifting toward the glowing city below. “I’m lucky. Between my family and all of you—I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Raghav’s chest tightened at her words. He reached for her hand, brushing his thumb against her knuckles. “You’ll never have to find out.”

A comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the hum of the city and the whisper of the breeze. For the first time in days, Vanshika felt a glimmer of peace. With Zubair on the trail and Raghav by her side, she wasn’t alone. This wasn’t just her battle anymore—it was theirs. And together, they would win.

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The Next Morning

The university campus buzzed with energy. Students hurried across manicured lawns, voices rising in laughter and anticipation as news spread.

Inside the classroom, however, Vanshika and her friends sat immersed in their books, their focus unshaken by the commotion outside.

The professor entered with a broad smile. “Good news, everyone! Our university is arranging a trip to New York. We’ll be staying for a week. Full details will be in your inboxes tomorrow. So, get ready!”

The room erupted in cheers and chatter. Ishana, Navya, and Vihaan instantly launched into planning their dream itinerary, while Abhiman and Raghav exchanged celebratory high-fives. Vanshika, however, barely looked up from her book, her thoughts still tangled in the events of the past week.

“Vanshika!” Ishana nudged her. “We’re going. And you’re coming with us. No arguments.”

Vanshika opened her mouth to protest, but Raghav cut her off. “She’s right. It’ll be good for you, Vanshika. A change of scenery.”

“Exactly,” Abhiman chimed in. “You’ve been under so much stress—it’s time to clear your head. Come with us.”

“Come on, Vanshi,” Navya added with pleading eyes. “It’s New York. Shopping, sightseeing, the works!”

Vanshika sighed, but seeing their hopeful faces, a small smile tugged at her lips. “Alright… I’ll come.”

Ishana squealed and hugged her tightly. “Good girl!”

“Okay, okay—let me breathe!” Vanshika laughed.

Raghav’s voice softened. “Seriously, Vanshika—it’ll be good for you. Exactly what you need right now.”

“And besides,” Vihaan teased, smirking, “Raghav will be there to protect you from all the scary New Yorkers.”

Vanshika rolled her eyes, but her genuine smile lingered. “Fine. I guess I could use a vacation.”

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Vanshika strolled down the university corridor, her attention fixed on the glowing screen of her phone. Absorbed in her messages, she nearly walked past the principal’s office when a familiar voice caught her eye.

There, in quiet conversation with the principal, stood Rajeev.

The moment his gaze landed on her, he raised a hand subtly, signaling the principal to excuse him. With a polite nod, the principal stepped away, leaving Rajeev alone. His stern expression softened instantly, replaced by a warm smile as he walked toward her.

“Namaste, Uncle,” Vanshika greeted, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

Rajeev’s eyes softened. He reached out, patting her head affectionately. “Khush raho, baccha.”

She tilted her head slightly, curiosity lacing her tone. “Aap yaha kaise?”

Rajeev exhaled slowly, his shoulders easing. “Bas, mujhe yahan kuch kaam tha. Socha, aa jaun.” Then, after a pause, his voice grew more tender, almost searching. “Ab kaisi ho, baccha?”

“I’m fine, Uncle,” Vanshika replied, her smile steady, though her eyes carried traces of the storm she had weathered.

Rajeev studied her quietly before asking, his tone dropping lower, more serious, “Kuch pata chala… kisne kiya yeh sab?”

Her smile faltered just slightly. “Nahi, Uncle. Abhi pata lagaya jaa raha hai.”

“Hmmm…” Rajeev murmured, his expression unreadable.

Rajeev, then said with a smile, “Well, I almost forgot to tell you. Your aunt has invited you to our house for the Janmashtami celebrations. She made it very clear that if I don’t pass on the message, she won’t let me enter the house.”

Vanshika laughed at his playful tone.

“And also,” Rajeev added, his voice softening, “she wanted to thank you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “Thank me? For what?”

He let out a quiet sigh. “That day… whatever you did for the kids. For that.”

A shadow flickered across her expression. “Kar diya na paraya, Uncle,” she said, her arms folding across her chest. “First your son, and now you and Aunty too.”

Rajeev shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. “Isme paraya karne wali baat hi nahi hai, baccha. It truly meant a lot, and—”

“Uncle,” Vanshika interrupted, her voice steady, “woh mere bhi bhai-behen hain. Aur mere bhai-behen ko koi pareshan nahi kar sakta.”

For a long moment, Rajeev studied her with quiet pride before smiling. “Alright, I won’t argue. But tell me, how will you convince your aunty? Because trust me, baccha, she won’t take no for an answer.”

Vanshika’s expression softened into a smile. “Don’t worry, Uncle. Aunty is very sweet—she’ll definitely listen to me.”

“Sirf Aunty hi sweet hai? Uncle nahi?” Rajeev teased, raising an eyebrow.

Vanshika chuckled. “Of course, you’re sweet too, Uncle.”

His smile widened, eyes crinkling with delight. “That’s my girl.”

She returned his smile warmly.

Just then, a voice broke the moment.

“Dad?”

Both of them turned. Standing a few steps away was Raghav, his eyes shifting between his father and Vanshika.

“Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai, Papa?” Raghav asked, his brows lifting slightly.

“Kisi kaam se aaya tha,” Rajeev replied smoothly. “Aur phir Vanshika mil gayi… toh bas, dono milke thodi baatein kar rahe the.”

“Accha,” Raghav murmured, his tone unreadable.

Rajeev turned back to Vanshika with a warm smile. “Alright, baccha, I’ll leave now. Your aunty and I will be waiting for you all at the Janmashtami celebrations.”

“Of course, Uncle. Don’t worry—we’ll be there,” Vanshika assured him, her smile gentle.

Rajeev pulled her into a brief hug, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. Vanshika hugged him back with equal warmth before he finally turned and walked away.

As soon as he disappeared down the corridor, Vanshika noticed Raghav’s gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable.

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” he said with a faint smirk. “I just didn’t know you and Dad shared such a comfortable bond.”

“He’s always been sweet to me,” Vanshika replied simply. “Bas, thoda zyada protective hain.”

Raghav chuckled. “Protective is an understatement.” He shook his head lightly, then glanced at his watch. “Chalo, we’re getting late.”

Vanshika nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

They had barely taken a few steps when someone bumped into Raghav. The girl stumbled, about to hit the floor, but Raghav instinctively caught her. His grip steadied her, and for a brief second, their eyes met.

“Reet,” Raghav muttered, recognizing her.

At the sight of her, Vanshika’s jaw tightened. Her fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into her palm. But when Raghav abruptly released his hold, letting Reet fall hard onto the ground, Vanshika had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Reet winced in pain, looking up at him with wounded eyes. “Owww..., baby? How can you just leave me like that?”

Raghav’s expression turned to stone. “First of all, don’t call me that. And second—already giri hui ho… aur kitna girogi?”

Reet’s face drained of color. She scrambled to her feet, her voice trembling. “Baby, how can you say this? You were never like this to me.” Her gaze flickered toward Vanshika, narrowing in accusation. “This is because of her, isn’t it? She’s the reason you’re talking to me this way.”

The temperature in Raghav’s voice dropped dangerously, his words sharp as blades. “Dare you say one more word against her, and I promise you—you’ll regret it.”

Vanshika stepped forward then, her eyes blazing. Her voice rang out strong and unyielding.

“Careful, Reet. The next time you try to use me as an excuse for your pitiful drama, make sure you’re ready to face me directly. Don’t think you can hide behind his name.”

Reet stiffened, but Vanshika continued, her tone cutting like steel.

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles. If you dare cross the line again, you’ll find out very quickly that Vanshika Sharma doesn’t forgive—and she definitely doesn’t forget.”

Raghav’s lips curved into the faintest smirk at her boldness, though his eyes never left Reet. Vanshika, on the other hand, stood tall, her glare unwavering, radiating a strength that left Reet speechless.

Raghav’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer to Reet, his voice low and edged with steel.

“Make one thing very clear, Reet—Vanshika is my girlfriend. So you’d better stay away from her.”

Reet’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. "How can she be your girlfriend? I was supposed to be!” Her voice cracked, half anger, half desperation. “I don’t know what she did to you, Raghav—what kind of trick she played—”

Before she could finish, Vanshika’s laughter cut through the air. It wasn’t mocking, but cold, almost dangerous.

“Trick?” Vanshika stepped forward, her chin raised high, eyes locking onto Reet’s with unflinching confidence. “Reet, let me clear something up—you were never supposed to be anything. Raghav is not some trophy you can claim because you think you’re entitled to him.”

Reet’s face flushed. “Don’t act so smart, Vanshika. He was mine before you—”

“Correction,” Vanshika interrupted sharply. “He was never yours. And don’t you dare reduce his choices to your delusions. Raghav is with me because he chose me—not because of some scheme you’re trying to dream up in that head of yours.”

Reet’s lips trembled as she tried to retort, but Vanshika wasn’t finished. Her voice dropped, firm and unyielding.

“And let me give you some advice—stop blaming me for what you couldn’t be. If you couldn’t hold on to him, that’s on you. Not me.”

For a moment, silence hung between them. Reet’s expression faltered, caught between anger and humiliation, while Raghav stood unwaveringly at Vanshika’s side, his hand subtly brushing hers in reassurance.

Vanshika’s gaze didn’t waver for a second. Her voice was sharp, commanding, leaving no room for argument.

“Now, if your little drama is over, move aside.”

Without waiting for a response, she reached for Raghav’s hand. Their fingers intertwined, and together, they walked away, leaving Reet rooted to the spot.

Reet’s chest heaved as she watched them disappear. Her jaw tightened, eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of anger and obsession.

"Raghav was mine—and he always will be. I will claim him, no matter the cost."

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Vanshika entered her room, tossing her bag onto the sofa before collapsing into the chair. She closed her eyes, but the memories of that night flashed relentlessly in her mind—the anger, the chaos, the sheer helplessness. For a week now, she had been trying to track down the man who had attacked her, yet there was still no trace. Anger bubbled within her, threatening to spill over.

Her phone screen lit up, breaking her spiraling thoughts. Without hesitation, she swiped to answer.

“Yes, Zubair?”

“Ma’am, I… I didn’t get any information. I’m really sorry,” Zubair’s voice came through, steady but apologetic.

Vanshika’s eyes snapped open, disbelief and fury flaring. “What do you mean, Zubair? You didn’t get any information? Seriously?”

“I tried, ma’am. I really did,” Zubair replied, his tone calm but firm. “But this guy… he’s like a shadow. Every lead I follow turns into a dead end. He’s careful, calculating… he knows how to cover his tracks.”

Vanshika’s hands clenched into fists. “A shadow? Calculating? Zubair, that’s exactly why I need you on this! I can’t let him get away with this!”

“I understand, ma’am. I’m pushing every contact, every angle. But this guy isn’t ordinary. Whoever he is, he’s smart, and he’s dangerous,” Zubair said.

Her jaw tightened, voice dropping into a hiss. “Dangerous or not, he’s not going to get away with what he did to me. Not while I’m breathing. Not while I—”

She cut herself off abruptly, a rush of frustration taking over. She ended the call without another word and, in a surge of anger, flung a side vessel across the room. It clattered loudly against the wall, but she barely noticed, her chest heaving as the heat of helpless rage consumed her.

Vanshika’s eyes blazed with fury, her voice low but deadly as she spoke to the empty room, as if daring the unseen culprit to hear her.

“Whoever you are… I will find you. And when I do, you will regret the day you ever decided to mess with me. You have no idea who you’ve gotten into a fight with.”

Her fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms. The room seemed to echo with the weight of her promise, a silent vow of vengeance that left no room for compromise.

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The Sharma Mansion was alive with festive spirit, glowing in the warmth of Janmashtami celebrations. Strings of marigold and jasmine flowers adorned the pillars and doorways, while tiny clay pots hung from the ceilings, each painted in bright colors and tied with shimmering ribbons. The air was fragrant with the scent of sandalwood and incense, and the soft strains of devotional music floated in the background, mingling with the cheerful laughter of children. Diyas lined the courtyard, their golden flames flickering like stars brought down to earth.

The mansion buzzed with energy—relatives, family friends, and children dressed in vibrant traditional attire moved about excitedly. Women in colorful sarees were busy arranging offerings of fruits and sweets before the idol of Lord Krishna, which was beautifully decorated with peacock feathers, fresh flowers, and jewels that shimmered under the lights.

From the staircase, Raghav descended, drawing more than a few admiring glances. He wore a bright yellow silk kurta, its fabric catching the light with every step. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate golden threadwork, adding elegance without being ostentatious. Paired with a crisp white churidar, his attire carried both charm and tradition. His neatly styled hair and confident posture made him appear no less than a prince himself.

He spotted Parvati, who was engrossed in making sure the flower arrangements were perfect. Walking toward her with a smile, he said warmly, “Looking so gorgeous, Maa.”

Parvati turned, her face softening into a radiant smile as her eyes rested on her son. “You too are looking so handsome, my dear. Aaj toh Vanshika tujhpé fida ho hi jaayegi.”

Raghav chuckled, shaking his head lightly, though the hint of a smile betrayed his amusement.

Just then, the peaceful air was interrupted by loud noises echoing through the hall. Three voices rose in playful yet heated argument. Shaurya, Aditya, and Darsh stood in the center of the room, each dressed in colorful attire, bickering loudly.

“I’m going to be Krishna!” Shaurya declared, folding his arms stubbornly. “I already have the best bansuri, see?” He held up a wooden flute triumphantly.

Aditya scowled, stamping his foot. “No! I look more like Krishna. Mumma said I have the cutest smile. And Krishna is supposed to be the cutest!”

Darsh jumped in, his hands clutching a peacock feather. “Arrey, both of you stop it! I got the mor-pankh first, so obviously I’m Krishna. Tum dono mere saath gopiyaan ban jao.”

Shaurya’s eyes widened. “Gopiyaan?! Main gopi banunga? No way! You be the gopi, Darsh!”

Aditya burst into laughter. “Haan haan, Darsh will make a very pretty gopi!”

“Shut up!” Darsh shouted, chasing after Aditya, while Shaurya gleefully joined in the chase. The three of them ran around, their playful fight filling the mansion with even more liveliness.

Parvati placed a hand on her forehead, sighing with mock exasperation. “Ye ladke,… har festival mein ek naya drama.”

Raghav laughed softly, watching the chaos unfold. “Well, Maa, looks like tonight Krishna will have three forms.”

Parvati shook her head, smiling despite herself, as the joyous energy of Janmashtami filled every corner of the Sharma mansion.

Just then, the large carved wooden doors of the Sharma Mansion opened, and in walked Vanshika, Ishana, Vihaan, Abhimanyu, and Akash. Their arrival immediately drew the attention of many guests, as laughter and chatter softened into curious admiration.

But for Raghav, the entire world seemed to pause. His gaze fell instantly upon Vanshika, and he forgot to blink for a moment.

She was dressed in a stunning pink lehenga, its fabric a soft blush silk adorned with intricate golden zari embroidery that shimmered under the warm glow of the chandeliers. The dupatta was delicately draped over her shoulder, its border lined with pearls and tiny sequins that caught the light with every step. Her jewelry was minimal yet elegant—a pair of dangling jhumkas, a delicate gold chain around her neck, and bangles that chimed softly as she moved. Her hair was styled in loose curls, with a tiny gajra tucked behind one ear, adding a touch of grace and tradition. The glow on her face, accentuated with a light pink blush, made her look radiant—like a goddess who had just stepped out of a painting.

Raghav’s lips curved unconsciously into a smile, his eyes refusing to leave her even for a second.

Vanshika, however, oblivious to his intense gaze, gracefully walked toward Madhav and Ragini, who were seated comfortably on the grand sofa, watching the festivities unfold with content smiles.

“Namaste, Dadu. Namaste, Dadi,” Vanshika said sweetly, bowing her head with respect.

Ragini’s face lit up instantly. She cupped Vanshika’s cheeks and placed a loving kiss on her forehead. “Khush raho, meri gudiya. Bahut pyaari lag rahi ho. Bilkul Radha jaisi.”

Vanshika giggled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Dadi, aap bhi na…”

Madhav chuckled, his deep voice warm. “Sach keh rahi hai Ragini. Tum toh aaj ghar ki roshni lag rahi ho, beta.”

“Aap log bas taareef karte ho,” Vanshika said, lowering her gaze shyly, though her smile betrayed her happiness.

Ragini shook her head fondly. “Arey, taareef karne ki zarurat hi nahi hai, tumhari khud ki roshni hi sabko kheench leti hai.”

Ishana, standing beside Vanshika, couldn’t resist teasing. “Exactly, Dadi. That’s why someone hasn’t taken his eyes off her since she entered.”

Her mischievous glance flicked toward Raghav, who quickly looked away, pretending to adjust his kurta. Vihaan smirked, nudging Abhiman, who chuckled quietly.

Vanshika narrowed her eyes at Ishana. “Ishu…” she warned under her breath, but her cheeks betrayed her, heating up in the faintest blush.

Ragini noticed and chuckled knowingly, patting Vanshika’s hand. “Bas, bas, ab chhodo. Aaj toh khushiyon ka din hai. Tum sab aaye ho, bas wahi mere liye sabse badi baat hai.”

As Vanshika finished speaking with Madhav and Ragini, she turned slightly—only to find Raghav standing a few steps away, his gaze still lingering on her. Their eyes met briefly, and for a moment, the world around them faded.

“Pink suits you,” Raghav said finally, his voice calm but carrying a warmth that only she caught.

Vanshika arched an eyebrow, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Bas? Sirf pink suit karta hai mujhe?”

Before Raghav could reply, Ishana jumped in with a laugh. “Arey Raghav, compliment toh poora de! Aaj toh meri Vanshi bilkul heroine lag rahi hai.”

“Correction,” Vihaan added dramatically, “Radha lag rahi hai. Bhai toh pehle se hi Krishna ban gaya yellow kurte mein. Bas bansuri ki kami hai.”

Everyone burst out laughing, and Raghav shook his head, trying not to smile. “Very funny, Vihaan.”

“Arrey, I’m serious!” Vihaan grinned. “Dekh le, Radha aur Krishna dono saath hi aa gaye hain celebration mein.”

Vanshika’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she rolled her eyes. “Tum log na… maar khaoge.”

Just then, Abhiman folded his arms and smirked. “Honestly, Vanshi, mujhe toh lagta hai yeh tum dono ka couple entry tha. Bas background music hi bajna reh gaya.”

“Perfect!” Ishana clapped her hands. “Next time se hum dhol waale ready rakhenge.”

Vanshika glared at her friends, though her lips betrayed a smile. “Tum sab ko toh main baad mein dekh lungi.”

“Tab tak…” Navya’s voice chimed in as she walked up with a wide grin, “hum enjoy karenge tum dono ki chemistry ka free show dekh ke.”

“Exactly!” Vihaan laughed. “Aur audience ke tickets main bechunga. Puri demand hai.”

Everyone burst into laughter again, while Vanshika shook her head, trying to keep her composure. She turned back toward Raghav, who was still watching her with a faint smirk.

“You’re not going to say anything?” she asked him quietly, almost challenging.

Raghav leaned slightly closer, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “What’s the need, Vanshika? Tumhe already pata hai main kya sochta hoon.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a fleeting second, her playful mask slipped, replaced by a softness in her eyes.

But before the moment could stretch, Vihaan shouted dramatically, “Oh ho! Secret baatein? Humse chhupke?”

Everyone laughed again, breaking the intensity, while Vanshika quickly looked away, biting back a smile.

“Alright, baccho, come on—it’s time for the pooja,” Parvati’s voice rang out warmly across the hall, instantly silencing the chatter and playful arguments.

The youngsters—Shaurya, Aditya, and Darsh—who had been fighting over who would be Krishna, immediately stopped mid-squabble and ran towards the mandir area, their excitement overpowering their quarrel. Their colorful dhotis and crowns made them look like cutest versions of Krishna, earning affectionate smiles from the elders.

The family and guests began gathering near the beautifully decorated mandir in the center of the mansion’s main hall. The idol of Lord Krishna, adorned with fresh flowers, jewels, and a delicate mor-pankh crown, shone brilliantly under the glow of oil lamps and strings of fairy lights. The air smelled of rose petals and incense, creating a divine aura.

Parvati began distributing thalis with flowers, rice, and diya to everyone. Madhav and Ragini sat at the front, ready to start the rituals, while the younger ones gathered around curiously.

Raghav walked over and stood beside Vanshika, handing her a diya from the tray. Their fingers brushed slightly as he passed it, and for a second, both looked at each other, their eyes silently speaking more than words could. Vanshika quickly looked away, steadying the flame in her hand.

Ishana, noticing it, whispered into Vanshika’s ear, “Careful, Vanshi…warna log toh keh denge Radha-Krishna ek saath aarti kar rahe hain.”

Vanshika shot her a glare. “Ishu!” she hissed softly, though her lips curved into a smile despite herself.

Meanwhile, Shaurya tugged at Abhiman’s kurta. “Bhaiya, aap mere side mein khade raho. Main Krishna hoon.”

Aditya quickly interrupted, “Nahi, main Krishna hoon. Bhaiya, aap mere side mein aao.”

Darsh pouted, clutching his peacock feather. “Sabko bata do main Krishna hoon. Bas! Aur Vanshi didi meri gopi hogi.”

The whole group burst into laughter. Vanshika nearly choked on air while Ishana laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.

Raghav raised an eyebrow, “Oh really, Darsh? Tumhari gopi Vanshika hogi?”

“Of course!” Darsh said innocently, puffing his chest out. “Aap toh bade Krishna ho, bhaiya. Vanshi didi meri hogi.”

Everyone roared with laughter again, while Vanshika blushed furiously. “Bas karo tum sab!” she muttered, hiding her face behind her dupatta.

“Arrey, ab chhodo mazaak-masti,” Parvati said fondly, though her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Chalo, sab aarti mein dhyaan lagao.”

The conch shell blew, and the pooja began. The soft chanting of mantras filled the hall as the family stood together in unity. Vanshika and Raghav stood side by side, holding diyas, their flames flickering in sync. For a brief moment, amidst the chants and bells, they exchanged a quiet glance—one filled with unspoken promises and strength.

As the aarti ended, flower petals showered from above, and the sound of clapping and singing filled the mansion. The entire hall radiated joy, devotion, and togetherness.

“Ok baccho, ab shuru karo tum log apna program,” Sanjana said, clapping her hands together with encouragement.

“Haan chachi, let’s go!” Sakshi replied enthusiastically, tugging at Shaurya’s hand.

All the children quickly gathered in the center of the decorated hall. The floor had been cleared for them, and the soft carpet of rose petals spread across it gave the perfect festive touch. The youngsters were dressed in bright traditional outfits—gopis in colorful lehengas, Krishnas with flutes and crowns, and even some dressed as cows and peacocks to complete the scene.

The music began—sweet bhajans accompanied by dholaks and manjiras. The kids started their Radha-Krishna dance drama, moving in sync with surprising coordination. Shaurya, dressed as Krishna, twirled his flute dramatically, while Sakshi, playing Radha, matched his expressions with grace well beyond her years. Aditya and Darsh joined in with playful gestures, earning laughter from the audience.

“Arrey wah!” Ragini exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. “Bilkul asli Radha-Krishna lag rahe hain.”

Parvati’s eyes shone with pride as she whispered to Madhav, “Bachchon mein kitni energy hai… dekh kar hi mann khush ho gaya.”

Meanwhile, Ishana leaned toward Vanshika with a teasing grin. “Dekha? Even the kids are showing what perfect Radha-Krishna jodi looks like.”

Vanshika shot her a sharp look, whispering back, “Bas kar na, Ishu!” but her lips curved in a helpless smile.

Raghav, standing nearby, smirked faintly. His gaze flickered to Vanshika, then back to the stage, as if silently agreeing with Ishana.

The performance went on, full of adorable mischief and innocence. The children pretended to steal butter, hide from Yashoda Maa, and chase one another, drawing cheers and laughter from everyone. When the act ended with all the kids folding their hands and chanting “Radhe Radhe!,” the entire hall erupted into applause.

Madhav stood and blessed them, “Jeete raho, baccho. Tum sab ne toh hamara dil jeet liya.”

The children bowed their heads shyly, while Sakshi called out proudly, “Chachi, did you see? We didn’t forget even a single step!”

Sanjana rushed forward, hugging her. “Arrey, meri bacchi! Sabne toh kamaal kar diya.”

When their performance ended, Ishana turned to Vanshika with a mischievous smile. “Now it’s your turn, Miss Radha-in-disguise. Go and dance!”

Vanshika’s eyes widened. “Are you mad? Main? Sabke saamne? No way!”

But Ishana wasn’t the only one. Vihaan joined in, smirking. “Arrey haan, bhai. Jab Vanshi dance karti hai na, sab bas use hi dekhte reh jaate hain. Aaj poora mansion dekhna chahiye.”

Navya clapped her hands in excitement. “Yes, yes! Come on, Vanshi. Do it for us!”

Even Parvati smiled warmly. “Beta, ek performance tumhaare bina adhura hai. Bas ek gaana…”

“Arrey bas karo sab!” Vanshika protested, her cheeks heating up. “I’m not going to embarrass myself. Tum log na…” She crossed her arms, refusing to budge.

Just then, Raghav—who had been watching silently with a faint smirk—stepped closer, his voice calm but tinged with playful challenge.

“It’s okay, Vanshika. Agar tumhe confidence nahi hai, toh rehne do.”

Vanshika’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?!”

Raghav shrugged casually, the smirk still tugging at his lips. “I mean… dancing in front of everyone needs guts. Shayad tumhari bas ki baat nahi.”

Gasps and muffled chuckles erupted from their friends. Ishana covered her mouth to hide her laughter, while Vihaan whispered, “Bhai, ab toh gayi Vanshi phas.”

Vanshika’s jaw tightened, her pride flaring instantly. She stepped forward, glaring at Raghav. “Challenge accepted. Ab main dance karungi. Aur sabse achha dance karungi, samjhe?”

Raghav tilted his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Good. Prove me wrong, Vanshika.”

The family clapped in encouragement, the hall buzzing with excitement as Vanshika moved toward the center. A hush fell over the room as the music began, anticipation rising.

Music filled the air, and Vanshika stepped into the center of the hall. The opening beats of “Radha” began, and the crowd clapped in rhythm.

Aaaaaaa....

Gopiyon sang ghoome Kanhaiya

Raas rachaiya Raha na jaaye re

Abb saanwra na bhaaye

Her voice rang sweet and confident as her feet moved in perfect rhythm. The tassels of her pink lehenga shimmered under the golden light, the delicate embroidery catching every sparkle. Her bangles chimed as she twirled, her silver anklets marking each beat.

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

Gasps of delight echoed through the hall. Vanshika’s eyes sparkled with mischief; her movements were playful, full of life.

Panghat pe aake saiyyan

marode baiyaan

And everybody crazy on Radha

Chhedde hai humka daiyaan

bairi Kanhaiya

And everybody crazy on Radha

Hoga woh lakhon dil ka chor

Humka toh laage bore

Hua hai aise baawla jo kehta jaaye

At that cue, Darsh, Shaurya, and Aditya ran onto the dance floor, laughing, and began singing the next lines with her, spinning around her as she danced.

O Radha teri Chunri

O Radha tera Jhalla

O Radha teri natkhat najariya

O Radha tera jhumka

O Radha tera thumka

O peechhe peechhe saari nagariya

The hall erupted into cheers as the three boys danced in sync with her. Ishana and Navya joined in next, their colorful dupattas swirling in the air.

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

The girls danced together, laughter echoing, while Raghav stood near the pillar, his gaze fixed solely on Vanshika — admiration and pride softening his eyes.

Maathe pe pankh more

Kehte hain makhan-chor

Bajaye bansuri Bada aaya chitt-chor (But Radha wants more)

Dhoondungi charon aur milega koi aur

Dungi main haathon me mere dil ki ye dor (Cuz Radha wants more)

Vanshika’s voice flowed perfectly with the rhythm as she danced with effortless grace, teasing expressions lighting her face.

O Radha Radha bholi deewani hai

O Radha Radha do pal jawani hai

O Radha ko sambhalo

koi isey bata do Ki milega na koi Sanwariya

Abhiman and Vihaan joined her mid-verse, both grinning, matching her steps as they sang together.The crowd clapped to the rhythm, cheering louder.

O Radha teri Chunri

O Radha tera Jhalla

O Radha teri natkhat najariya

O Radha tera jhumka

O Radha tera thumka

O peechhe peechhe saari nagariya

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a single spotlight flickered from the staircase — the dramatic Bollywood-style entry moment everyone knew. The beats turned deeper, heavier, and Raghav walked down the steps, his yellow kurta glowing faintly under the lights, the confidence in his eyes sharp as his smile.

Hey Radha Radha kaahe itna guroor bhala

Chhodo bhi nakhre ye kaisi ada

Tune kya socha ek tu hi mashoor yahaan

Laakhon hain Gopiyan bhi humpe fida

Ho saari hi duniya ye vaari hai

Shuru humse teri kahaani hai

His voice was smooth, teasing, directed only at her. Vanshika met his gaze mid-spin, smirking back, refusing to look away.

O rehne de re Kanha

Bhoolega tu sataana

Jo girungi main ban ke Bijuria

She stepped closer, matching his challenge, and sang back with playful defiance:

O Radha teri Chunri

O Radha tera Jhalla

O Radha teri natkhat najariya

O Radha tera jhumka

O Radha tera thumka

O peechhe peechhe saari nagariya

The crowd burst into applause as they circled each other, their movements mirroring Radha and Krishna — playful yet electric.

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

The chorus rose again, everyone joining in. Vanshika twirled, the lehenga flaring like a flower, while Raghav matched her beat for beat.

Panghat pe aake saiyyan

marode baiyaan

And everybody crazy on Radha

Chhedde hai humka daiyaan

bairi Kanhaiya

And everybody crazy on Radha

Hoga woh lakhon dil ka chor

Humka toh laage bore

Hua hai aise baawla jo kehta jaaye

Then came the dhol beats — deep, loud, and festive. Everyone turned to see Rajeev at the corner, playing the dafli with practiced ease, smiling wide. The rhythm shook the floor as Vanshika ran toward him, joining his beat with graceful footwork.

Dafali wale dafali bajaa

Mere ghoongaroo bulate hai tu aaa

Main nachu tu nacha aa..

Rajeev laughed as Vanshika danced around him, her expressions full of life and joy. Then, in a sudden move, he turned to Parvati, who was blushing yet smiling from ear to ear.

Holding out his hand, Rajeev said warmly, “Krishna ke saath Radha bhi toh naachti hai.”

O radha teri chunri

O radha tera challa

O radha teri natkhat najariya

O radha tera jhumka

O radha tera thumka

O peechhe peechhe saari nagariya

Cheers erupted as he took her hand and led her to the floor. Parvati laughed, her cheeks pink, and soon the entire family — kids, elders, everyone — joined the dance. The hall glowed with movement, color, and love, the night alive with laughter and music.

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

Radha on the dance floor

Radha likes to party

Radha likes to move that desi Radha body

And in the middle of it all, Vanshika and Raghav’s eyes met again — two smiles colliding, like Krishna and Radha in the rhythm of celebration.

As the final beats of the song echoed through the hall, the applause grew deafening. The children cheered, clapping and jumping with excitement, while the adults stood smiling, thoroughly entertained. Vanshika, slightly out of breath but glowing, twirled one last time, letting her pink lehenga flare around her. Her bangles jingled, and her eyes sparkled with triumph.

“Wah, beta! Kya performance hai!” Parvati exclaimed, her hands pressed together in delight. “Tumne toh sabko nacha diya, aur itni confidence ke saath!”

Vanshika giggled, slightly bowing. “Thank you aunty. But well, Raghav ne bhi thoda challenge diya…” She threw a playful glance at him.

Raghav smirked, his eyes softening as he took a step closer. “And you clearly… proved me wrong,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Vanshika rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Hmph… I just didn’t want to let you think I couldn’t do it.”

Ishana nudged Vihaan and whispered loudly enough for Vanshika to hear, “Dekha? Radha ne sabko mesmerize kar diya. And bhai Raghav, don’t even think about looking away!”

Vihaan chuckled, adding, “Seriously, Vanshi, even the kids are still talking about your moves. Radha on the dance floor indeed!”

Abhiman laughed and gave Vanshika a playful shove. “And don’t even think you’re getting out of the next performance. Now everyone expects a sequel!”

Vanshika crossed her arms, pretending to scold them, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. “Bas karo, yaar. Ab main rest karungi… thodi der ke liye.”

Meanwhile, Raghav stayed a step behind her, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Thodi der ke liye?” he teased gently. “Itni energy ke baad, ab main tumhe relax karwaunga.”

Vanshika glanced at him, smiling faintly. “Hmm… okay, maybe. But only if you stop teasing me.”

Raghav raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Not a chance.”

Parvati clapped her hands and called out to everyone, “Chalo, ab sab milke thoda refreshments lete hain. Beta, tum sabse pehle wash your hands, and Vanshika, come sit with me.”

Vanshika walked over, her hand brushing briefly against Raghav’s. The warmth of his presence beside her was comforting, yet exciting at the same time. She sat near Parvati.

Parvati looked at her lovingly, her eyes glimmering with maternal affection.

“Thank you so much, baccha, for whatever you did for the kids,” she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth. “They haven’t stopped talking about you since that day. You don’t know how happy you made them.”

Vanshika shook her head gently, a modest smile gracing her face. “Arey nahi, aunty, please don’t thank me. They’re like my own siblings. Unki khushi dekh ke mujhe bhi sukoon milta hai.”

Parvati reached out and placed her hand on Vanshika’s cheek, her touch tender and comforting. “You’re such a pure soul, beta. No wonder the children adore you so much. You’ve filled this house with your light since the day you stepped in.”

Vanshika smiled, her eyes softening. “Aunty, itna mat boliye… warna main emotional ho jaungi.”

Parvati chuckled. “Emotional toh main hoon, Vanshika. You remind me of how Radha must’ve been — full of love, courage, and mischief.”

Vanshika giggled, lowering her gaze shyly. “Radha sirf tab tak mischievous thi jab tak Kanha saamne nahi aaye the,” she teased lightly, her tone playful.

Parvati raised an eyebrow, catching the hidden meaning in her words. “Acha? Toh tumhara Kanha kaun hai, hmm?”

Vanshika’s cheeks flushed instantly, and she fumbled for words. “Aunty… aap bhi na…” she murmured, trying to hide her smile.

Parvati’s smile softened as she studied Vanshika’s face — the traces of exhaustion still visible beneath her calm exterior. She gently took her hand and asked, her voice full of concern,

“Ab kaisi ho, baccha?”

Vanshika exhaled slowly, forcing a small smile. “I’m alright, aunty. Don’t worry about me.”

Parvati, however, could sense the heaviness behind her words. “Did you get any information about that guy?” she asked quietly, her tone laced with both curiosity and worry.

Vanshika shook her head, her eyes hardening slightly. “No, aunty. Not yet… but soon I will.” Her voice carried a quiet determination, the kind that made Parvati’s heart tighten.

For a moment, silence filled the space between them — the festive noise from the hall fading into the background. The gentle flicker of diyas cast golden shadows on Vanshika’s face, highlighting the fire in her eyes.

Parvati placed her hand gently over Vanshika’s. “Bas dhyaan rakhna, beta. Kuch bhi ho, you don’t have to face it alone. We’re all with you.”

Vanshika’s expression softened at her words, and she nodded gratefully. “I know, aunty. And that’s exactly why I’ll make sure he’s caught. For everyone’s sake.”

Parvati smiled faintly, pride glimmering in her eyes. “That’s my brave girl.”

Before Parvati could say anything more, a familiar voice came from behind them.

“For everyone’s sake… or for your own peace, Vanshika?”

Both Parvati and Vanshika turned to see Raghav standing near the doorway, his expression unreadable. His yellow kurta shimmered faintly in the warm light, but his eyes — deep and steady — were fixed only on her.

Parvati smiled knowingly. “You two talk. I’ll go check on the kids,” she said gently, patting Vanshika’s shoulder before walking away.

As soon as she left, an uneasy silence settled between them. Vanshika looked away, pretending to adjust her dupatta, but Raghav’s gaze didn’t waver.

“You shouldn’t be worrying about this tonight,” he said finally, his tone calm but edged with concern. “It’s Janmashtami… you should be smiling, not plotting revenge.”

Vanshika crossed her arms, her voice firm. “This isn’t revenge, Raghav. It’s justice. Whoever that man is — he hurt people, and he’s still out there. I can’t rest knowing that.”

Raghav stepped closer, his brows drawing together. “And what if going after him puts you in danger again? Have you thought about that?”

Vanshika met his gaze squarely, her eyes unwavering. “I’m not afraid of danger anymore. It already came for me once. This time, I’ll face it head-on.”

For a moment, Raghav said nothing. He simply looked at her — at the quiet fire in her eyes, the determination etched into every word she spoke. Finally, he sighed and said softly,

“You don’t have to do this alone, Vanshika. If you’re going after him, I’m coming with you.”

Her eyes softened, surprise flickering for just a second before she looked away. “Raghav, this isn’t your fight.”

He smiled faintly, stepping closer until they were just a breath apart. “Anything that hurts you automatically becomes my fight.”

Vanshika’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For the first time that night, her heart skipped — not from fear or anger, but from the weight of his sincerity.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “But on one condition.”

Raghav tilted his head. “And that is?”

“You do exactly as I say,” she said, a teasing glint returning to her eyes. “No heroics, no impulsive stunts. Understood?”

Raghav chuckled softly. “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”

She smiled — the first genuine one in hours. “Yes. That’s exactly why I had to say it.”

He shook his head with a grin. “You really don’t make things easy for me, do you?”

“Would you like me if I did?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Raghav’s smile deepened. “Not a chance.”

The moment lingered — the sound of distant laughter, the shimmer of lights, and the faint melody of Krishna bhajans echoing from the courtyard. Amid the chaos of the celebration, they stood together — two souls bound by fire, courage, and unspoken trust.

The children ran around, sharing sweets, while the adults laughed and exchanged compliments about the dance. Ishana whispered to Vanshika, “Next time, I’m filming it. The world needs to see this performance!”

Vanshika chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh please, Ishu… don’t immortalize my embarrassing moments!”

Raghav’s eyes softened as he caught her laughter, and he muttered under his breath just loud enough for her to hear, “Embarrassing? Not at all. You were… perfect.”

Vanshika looked at him, her smile widening, cheeks tinged with pink. “Maybe just this once, I’ll allow you to say that.”

The music continued softly in the background, the golden glow of the lights making the hall shimmer. The Sharma Mansion was alive with joy, music, and laughter, and for a moment, Vanshika felt completely at peace. Surrounded by family, friends, and Raghav by her side, she realized that this celebration was not just about Janmashtami—it was about togetherness, love, and the little victories that made life truly beautiful.

It was quite late by the time the music, laughter, and dhol beats faded into the calm hum of the night. The house glowed softly under the fairy lights, and the aroma of sweets and incense still lingered in the air.

Parvati clapped her hands lightly and said, smiling, “Alright, baccho… it’s quite late now. I think it’s better if you all stay here tonight. No one is going home at this hour.”

Ishana looked up, slightly startled. “Oh no, Aunty, it’s okay! We’ll manage. It’s not that late—”

Before she could finish, Vanshika nodded in agreement. “Yes, really, Aunty. We’ll go together.”

But Parvati gave them that motherly don’t-you-dare-argue look. “No, no. You all are not going anywhere tonight. You’ll stay, and that’s final. I’ll have your clothes sent to your respective rooms.”

The trio exchanged amused glances before nodding obediently. “Okay, Aunty,” they chorused together.

“Good,” Parvati said, pleased. “Now, off you go. Get some rest.”

Sakshi came running over with a bright grin. “Vanshika di, Ishana di — come, I’ll show you your room!” she said, slipping her tiny hands into theirs.

Vanshika laughed softly and bent down to ruffle Sakshi’s hair. “Alright, chalo, lead the way, Miss Guide.”

Sakshi giggled and tugged them along the corridor, while Ishana rolled her eyes playfully. “This girl is becoming too smart,” she muttered, making Sakshi giggle louder.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Raghav threw his arm around Vihaan’s neck. “Come on, mister party animal,” he teased. “Let’s go to my room. Abhiman, you too — we’ll have some late-night fun.”

Abhiman smirked. “Only if you’re treating us to snacks.”

Raghav grinned. “Deal.”

And with that, the boys headed upstairs, still laughing and nudging each other.

A while later, after everyone had changed into more comfortable clothes and the mansion had settled into quiet, Vanshika stepped out onto the balcony.

The night air was cool and gentle, brushing against her skin. The stars shimmered faintly, and the faint sound of crickets filled the silence. The lights from the pooja still flickered below — soft, golden, peaceful.

She leaned on the railing, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the breeze play with her hair.

“You really have a habit of showing up whenever I try to think,” she said suddenly, without looking back.

A low chuckle came from behind her. “And you have a habit of pretending you don’t want me to.”

She turned slightly, and there he was — Raghav, leaning casually against the doorway, his expression calm yet teasing.

“You should be resting,” he said, walking over to her. “You danced, helped with the pooja, handled the kids… and now you’re out here thinking again. Quite an eventful Janmashtami, Ms. Vanshika.”

She smiled faintly. “Some habits die hard, Mr. Raghav.”

He leaned beside her, arms crossed. “Like overthinking?”

“Like caring too much,” she replied softly, her voice carrying a mix of pride and exhaustion.

Raghav looked at her for a long moment before saying quietly, “You know… you don’t always have to be the strong one.”

Vanshika lowered her gaze. “If I stop being strong, everything will fall apart.”

“Or maybe,” he said gently, stepping a little closer, “someone will finally get the chance to hold it together for you.”

Her breath caught slightly at his words. She looked up, meeting his eyes — steady, sincere, and unexpectedly warm.

For a few moments, neither spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy; it was comforting, filled with something unspoken yet understood.

Finally, Raghav said, “You’re not alone in this, Vanshika. Not anymore. Whatever’s coming — we’ll face it together.”

Vanshika blinked, her lips curving into a small, vulnerable smile. “You really mean that?”

He nodded, his voice steady. “Always.”

The wind rustled through her hair again, and somewhere a diya flickered. The world seemed to pause for just a heartbeat — two souls standing under the silver moonlight, finding calm after chaos.

“Alright, partner,” Vanshika said finally, breaking the silence with a teasing glint in her eyes. “But don’t blame me when things get messy.”

Raghav chuckled. “With you, Vanshika, things are already messy.”

They both laughed softly, and the tension between them melted into easy warmth.

As they stood side by side, the faint glow of diyas reflecting in their eyes, Vanshika whispered, almost to herself,

“Maybe tonight wasn’t just Janmashtami… maybe it was a new beginning.”

Raghav smiled, his gaze fixed on her. “Then let’s make sure this beginning never ends.”

Raghav smiled faintly and said, “Alright, let’s go to my room — everyone’s waiting.”

Vanshika nodded, still smiling softly. “Okay, lead the way, Mr. Host.”

“Of course,” he said with a playful bow, and they both headed down the hallway toward his room.

As soon as they entered, the cozy space was filled with laughter and noise. The room looked lively — fairy lights twinkling, a bowl of chips already half-eaten, music playing softly in the background.

Vihaan was lying upside down on the couch, holding a game controller, while Abhiman was arguing with Shaurya about who cheated in the last round. Ishana sat cross-legged on the carpet with Sakshi and Divya, trying to paint their nails while the two younger girls giggled uncontrollably.

“Finally!” Abhiman said dramatically as Raghav and Vanshika walked in. “The stars of the evening decided to bless us with their presence.”

Raghav rolled his eyes. “Shut up, drama king.”

Vanshika laughed and sat down beside Ishana. “You guys started the fun without us?”

Sakshi, grinning wide, said, “Of course! Bhai told us you take hours to get ready!”

Vanshika gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? That’s not true!”

Raghav smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh really? Who spent fifteen minutes deciding between two ponytails?”

She gave him a sharp look. “I was fixing my hair, not deciding world peace!”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Vihaan, still half-lying on the couch, said, “Guys, please! Less drama, more fun. Let’s play something!”

Shaurya jumped up instantly. “Yes! Truth or dare!”

Aditya groaned. “Again? You always make me do stupid dares.”

“Because you always pick ‘truth’!” Darsh teased.

Abhiman grinned mischievously. “Truth or dare it is then.”

The circle in Raghav’s room was buzzing with energy. Fairy lights twinkled, chips and sweets were scattered across the table, and the music set the perfect playful mood.

“Alright, spin the bottle, first one to go!” Ishana said, grinning.

Vanshika adjusted hem of her shirt nervously. “I hope it doesn’t land on me first. I’m not in the mood for embarrassment.”

“Too late,” Raghav said, winking at her, “it already did.”

Vanshika rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine, I'll choose Truth."she said firmly.

Raghav leaned forward, pretending to think hard. “Okay… who here is the most annoying in this room?”

Vanshika smirked. “That’s easy. You.”

Raghav gasped dramatically. “What? Me?”

“Absolutely. Moody, dramatic, and acts like the world revolves around him.”

Everyone laughed, even Vihaan, nudging Navya. “See, Raghav? Already roasted by your fake girlfriend… uh, future girlfriend,” he whispered.

Raghav shot him a sharp look.

The bottle spun again, landing on Abhiman.

“Truth or dare, Mister Grumpy?” Shaurya teased.

“Dare,” Abhiman said, cheeks slightly pink.

“I dare you to… text the last person you liked a cheesy love quote. Right now.” Ishana said, smirking.

Abhiman froze for a moment, then typed quickly. “Done.”

Ishana read it silently, a tiny smile forming. “Not bad,” she whispered.

Next spin — Navya.

“Truth or dare?” Darsh asked, barely holding back a laugh.

“Dare!” Navya said confidently.

“Do your best dramatic Bollywood confession to Vihaan,” Darsh dared.

Navya squealed. “Darsh! Stop!”

Vihaan laughed. “Go on, I can handle it.”

Navya, in full Bollywood exaggeration: “Oh Vihaan, my heart… it’s burning for you!”

Vihaan grabbed his chest. “Aah! Too much! The pain!”

Everyone, including the younger kids, burst out laughing.

The bottle spun to Vanshika.

“Truth or dare?” Raghav asked, teasing.

“Dare,” she said firmly.

“I dare you to… hug the person you secretly think about most in this room,” Raghav said smoothly.

Vanshika paused, then smiled softly and hugged Ishana.

Ishana hugged her back.

Navya nudged Abhiman. “Someone’s enjoying herself.”

The bottle landed on Raghav.

“Truth or dare?” Vanshika asked.

“Truth,” he said.

“Who’s the most stubborn person here?” Vanshika asked.

Raghav raised an eyebrow. “You mean besides me?”

Vanshika laughed, everyone joining in.

Next spin — Sakshi.

“Dare!”

“Dance with the person next to you for the next two songs,” Abhiman said mischievously.

Sakshi giggled and grabbed Vanshika’s hand. “Come on, di!”

Vanshika laughed, letting herself be dragged along.

Then it was Abhimanyu’s turn.

“Truth or dare, Ayu?” Ishana asked.

“Dare!” Abhimanyu said boldly.

“Sing the silliest song you know, in front of everyone,” Navya teased.

Abhimanyu cleared his throat and began singing a random Bollywood song loudly, while Akash joined him with extra silly dance moves. Everyone laughed so hard that the younger girls, Preeti and Divya, doubled over, clapping their hands.

Preeti jumped in. “Okay, my turn! I dare Divya to spin around five times and then try to walk straight!”

Divya squealed but did it, wobbling and almost falling — only to be saved by Sakshi, who caught her just in time.

Raghav laughed. “This is chaos. I love it.”

The bottle landed on Akash next.

“Truth or dare?” Vanshika asked, grinning.

“Truth,” Akash said confidently.

“Who’s your favorite person here?” Vanshika asked, eyes sparkling mischievously.

Akash pretended to think hard. “Ofcourse Vanshika di!”

Vanshika laughed, “Aww, I knew it!”

Preeti spun the bottle next, and it landed on Abhiman again.

“Dare!” Preeti said. “Go hug Ishana di!”

Abhiman froze but Ishana just rolled her eyes and stepped forward. “Fine, fine. But no embarrassing dares next time.”

He hugged her quickly, causing Ishana to giggle, while Vanshika and Raghav exchanged amused glances.

The younger siblings, Akash, Preeti, Divya, and even Sakshi, were squealing and cheering for everyone. They were actively participating, laughing at everything, and adding their own hilarious comments:

“Bhaiya, don’t cheat!” Preeti shouted.

“Di, your dance is so funny!” Divya giggled.

“Come on, Shaurya bhai, show us a real move!” Akash yelled.

The older ones laughed, teasing them back:

“Okay, okay, calm down, mini critics,” Raghav said with a smirk.

“Seriously, bhaiya, your turn!” Sakshi added, tugging at Abhiman’s sleeve.

And so the game continued — spinning, laughing, teasing, dares, mini performances, and plenty of playful chaos. Hints of subtle tension and crushes were scattered across the room:

Vanshika stealing glances at Raghav.

Raghav watching her with soft, lingering attention.

Abhiman quietly helping Ishana in dares.

Vanshika cheering Abhiman on while Ishana remained oblivious.

Navya and Vihaan teasing each other like childhood best friends.

The room was alive with laughter, energy, and warmth, the perfect mix of childhood nostalgia and growing bonds, all under one roof.

Raghav claps his hands dramatically. “Alright people! Truth or Dare is done — now, level two!”

Vihaan grins. “Uh oh, what’s level two?”

“Never Have I Ever!” Vanshika says, eyes sparkling. “My favourite!”

“Same!” Ishana squeals. “Let’s see who’s the most innocent here.”

“Definitely not you,” Abhiman mutters under his breath.

“What did you say?” Ishana narrows her eyes.

“Nothing, ma’am. Please continue,” he replies with a tiny smile.

Everyone laughs.

Raghav passes out small paper cups filled with cola. “Okay, whoever’s done the thing — takes a sip.”

“Bro, we’re literally drinking Coke, not shots,” Shaurya says, shaking his head.

“Still counts!” Navya laughs. “Okay, I’ll start — Never have I ever… bunked a class!”

Almost everyone drinks, except Sakshi, Divya, and Preeti.

Preeti gasps, “You guys bunk classes??”

Vanshika laughs, “Relax, it was only once! That too for pani puri!”

Raghav chuckles. “Once? You mean once every week.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Topper, you were the one who gave me the idea,” she fires back.

Raghav smirks. “I don’t recall.”

“Of course you don’t. You were too busy eating extra sev puri.”

Everyone bursts out laughing again.

Akash jumps in, “My turn! Never have I ever stolen something from my sibling!”

All the younger ones — Sakshi, Preeti, Divya, and Akash — take a sip immediately.

“Confession time,” Sakshi says proudly. “I took Raghav bhaiya’s hoodie last winter.”

Raghav gasps. “That’s where it went!”

Divya giggles, “I took Navya di’s eyeliner once.”

Navya laughs, “And that’s why it was dry the next day!”

Vihaan teases, “These girls are dangerous.”

“Dangerous? You literally borrowed my gaming headphones and never returned them!” Abhiman points out.

“Borrowed is a strong word,” Vihaan says casually. “I call it long-term testing.”

The group roars with laughter.

Now it’s Raghav’s turn.

“Never have I ever… accidentally said something nice and made someone blush.”

Everyone looks at him suspiciously. Vanshika slowly takes a sip.

Raghav raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Who did you make blush, Miss Sharma?”

She smiles mischievously. “I didn’t say I made someone blush… maybe someone made me blush.”

The room explodes with “Oooooohh!”

Abhiman and Vihaan clap. “Nice comeback!”

Raghav hides a small smile, looking away.

Next — Ishana’s turn.

“Never have I ever written a love letter or message and then deleted it before sending.”

There’s a small silence — Vanshika takes a sip first.

Then Abhiman, quietly, without meeting her eyes.

Navya notices and smirks. “Ohooo… deleted messages, hmm?”

Vanshika quickly says, “It was just a draft, okay?”

Abhiman mutters, “Same here.”

Raghav glances between them suspiciously. “You two got something to share?”

“No!” they both say together.

Everyone laughs again, and Ishana’s curiosity is obvious, though she shrugs it off.

Now Vihaan’s turn.

“Never have I ever… stalked someone’s profile just to see their pictures.”

Everyone drinks except Shaurya and Darsh.

Shaurya smirks. “Acha toh sab ke sab stalker hain?”

“Not stalker,” Navya defends, “just… curious.”

Vihaan laughs, “Curious, huh? Especially when it’s about me?”

Navya throws a pillow at him. “In your dreams!”

“Dreams are free, sweetheart,” Vihaan says with a wink.

Everyone screams “OHHHHH!” as Navya blushes furiously.

Divya laughs so hard she nearly spills her Coke. “This is better than TV drama!”

Next, Abhimanyu goes: “Never have I ever… got caught lying to mom!”

All hands go up immediately.

Vanshika groans, “I once told her I was studying but I was watching a K-drama.”

Ishana nods, “I told the same lie! Drama was more educational anyway.”

Abhiman shakes his head. “You both are hopeless.”

“Don’t act so innocent, Mr. Perfect,” Ishana retorts. “You literally told aunty you were at coaching when you were at my place fixing my Wi-Fi.”

Everyone bursts out laughing again.

Raghav says dramatically, “And thus, ladies and gentlemen, we confirm — no one in this room is innocent.”

Divya giggles, “Except me!”

Preeti adds proudly, “And me!”

Shaurya teases, “Yeah yeah, only until you start bunking in 11th grade.”

“Not happening!” both girls say together, pouting.

Raghav chuckles, “Let’s see about that.”

The energy keeps building — they keep playing, teasing, laughing. The atmosphere is light yet warm:

Raghav keeps stealing glances at Vanshika, smiling when she laughs too hard.

Vanshika keeps catching him looking but pretends not to notice.

Abhiman’s quiet admiration for Ishana deepens with every teasing moment.

Ishana, as usual, has no clue — but she keeps laughing with him.

Navya and Vihaan keep exchanging playful challenges, pretending they’re not flirting.

The younger ones — Abhimanyu, Akash, Preeti, Divya — keep adding chaos, jokes, and laughter.

Finally, as the laughter settles, Ishana says, “Okay okay, last one — Never have I ever felt something for someone but didn’t tell them.”

There’s sudden silence.

Vanshika looks at her glass… and takes a slow sip.

Raghav’s eyes flicker toward her — and he takes one too.

Abhiman takes one quietly.

Vihaan hesitates for a second, then drinks.

Navya, Ishana, and the rest watch — suddenly realizing the air’s changed.

Vihaan coughs awkwardly. “Okay okay, who wants pizza?!”

Everyone bursts into laughter again, the tension easing — but something unspoken hangs in the air.

The game ends with everyone lying on the carpet, laughing, teasing, and shouting over each other — but deep down, three hearts beat a little faster than before.

Raghav stretched his arms. “So… round three? Truth or dare remix?”

Vanshika gave him that look. “No, Mr. Entertainment Committee. It’s already past midnight.”

Vihaan groaned, “Aww come on, yaar! The night’s still young.”

“You’re the only one who thinks that,” Ishana said, rubbing her eyes. “My brain is officially asleep.”

Preeti yawned dramatically. “Same. I’m done. I need my bed.”

Divya nodded, half-asleep already. “And my blanket.”

Akash, pretending to faint, said, “And my charger. My life depends on it.”

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Vanshika shook her head, smiling softly. “Alright bacchon, that’s it for tonight. Go to sleep now.”

Sakshi whined, “But bhabhi—” then stopped mid-sentence and grinned awkwardly. “I mean Vanshika diii…”

The older ones snickered. Vanshika chuckled and tapped her forehead. “Nice save, Sakshi. Now off to bed.”

Darsh stretched. “Come on, let’s go before she starts giving a lecture.”

Raghav smirked. “Smart move, little bro. You’ve learned well.”

“From the best,” Darsh replied, high-fiving him before running out with the others.

Abhimanyu stood up too. “Goodnight, everyone. And please, no one scream or play music after this, okay?”

“Roger that,” Vihaan said with a salute.

The younger bunch — Shaurya, Aditya, Darsh, Sakshi, Abhimanyu, Akash, Preeti, and Divya — all started walking towards their rooms, still giggling and whispering to each other.

Preeti called out, “Goodnight everyone!”

“Goodnight baccha,” Ishana smiled.

“Sweet dreams!” Navya added.

As the door closed behind them, the room suddenly felt quieter — just the six of them now.

For a moment, no one spoke. The faint hum of the AC filled the silence.

Vanshika exhaled. “Finally…” she murmured. “Peace.”

Abhiman chuckled. “Peace? With this lot? Not possible.”

Raghav grinned. “Excuse me? We’re extremely peaceful people.”

“Sure,” Vanshika said, raising an eyebrow. “You literally started a pillow war twenty minutes ago.”

“That was self-defense,” Raghav replied instantly.

“Against what?” she teased.

“Against you and your aim. That cushion nearly broke my jaw.”

“Good. You talk too much anyway.”

Everyone laughed again, but the mood was softer now — tired laughter, mixed with warmth.

The laughter faded as Ishana stretched.

“Okay, I’m done,” she said with a sleepy grin. “Goodnight, everyone. Let’s meet in the morning.”

“Same here,” Vihaan added. “My brain stopped working five minutes ago.”

Navya stood up too, smiling. “Let’s go, guys. Before Vanshika actually drags us to our rooms.”

Vanshika chuckled. “Smart move.”

Abhiman gave her a teasing look. “And you? Not sleeping yet?”

She shrugged. “In a bit.”

Abhiman’s gaze flickered briefly between her and Raghav, then he smiled faintly. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight,” Raghav said.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Only Vanshika and Raghav remained — sitting across from each other, the golden glow of the lamp softening the edges of the room. The night outside was quiet, moonlight spilling through the balcony curtains.

Vanshika exhaled, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, peace.”

Raghav smiled faintly. “Strange… peace feels loud tonight.”

She looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Since when did you start sounding poetic?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Since you started looking like the reason for it.”

Her breath hitched slightly — she hadn’t expected that.

She tried to brush it off with a small laugh. “You’re impossible, Raghav.”

He smirked. “You say that a lot.”

“Because it’s true.”

He tilted his head. “And yet, you’re still sitting here with me.”

Her gaze softened but she looked away, pretending to inspect her bracelet. “Maybe because you talk too much. Someone has to keep you in check.”

“Or maybe because you don’t want to leave.”

Vanshika froze for half a second — he’d said it too calmly, too honestly. She looked back at him, meeting his eyes.

Something shifted in the air between them.

The playful spark that always danced between them faded into something deeper — quieter, heavier.

He spoke again, his voice low, steady. “You know, Vanshika… you pretend to be fine all the time. Laugh with everyone, smile like nothing’s wrong… but when everyone leaves, your silence tells a different story.”

She blinked, her throat tightening. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do,” he said gently. “Because I see it. Every single time.”

The words hung there.

She didn’t look away this time. “And what exactly do you see, Raghav?”

He met her gaze unflinching. “Someone who carries too much. Someone who fights her battles quietly, even when she shouldn’t have to.”

Her eyes glimmered faintly in the low light. “You think I need someone to fight for me?”

“No,” he said, taking a slow breath. “I think you just need someone who won’t leave while you’re fighting.”

Vanshika’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

She stood up abruptly, trying to mask the flood of emotion. “You talk like you know everything.”

He leaned back slightly, eyes still on her. “I don’t. But I know you.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You shouldn’t.”

He smiled — a small, wistful smile. “Too late.”

For a long moment, they just stood there — her by the window, him still seated, eyes locked in quiet intensity. The wind from the balcony brushed her hair, and for some reason, it made his chest tighten.

Finally, she spoke, her tone softer now. “You should sleep, Raghav. It’s late.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah… but it feels like if I blink, I’ll miss something.”

She tried not to smile but failed. “You’re impossible,” she said again.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “But you like that about me.”

Her cheeks flushed lightly. “Goodnight, Raghav.”

“Goodnight, Vanshika,” he said — but his voice carried something unspoken, something that lingered even after she turned to leave.

At the door, she paused, glancing back one last time. Their eyes met again, and this time neither of them smiled — they just looked, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

And then she left — quietly, slowly — leaving the scent of jasmine and a thousand unspoken words behind.

Raghav leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his hair, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Goodnight, Radha,” he whispered into the empty room.

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The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, filling the Sharma mansion with a soft golden glow. The scent of sandalwood and fresh flowers drifted through the halls as laughter and chatter echoed from the dining room.

Vanshika came downstairs, dressed in a simple pastel kurta. Her hair was left open, cascading over her shoulders, and despite the late night, she looked fresh — though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed how restless her sleep had been.

“Good morning, beta!” Parvati greeted warmly from the dining table. “You’re up early today.”

“Good morning, aunty,” Vanshika replied with a smile, sitting beside Ishana.

Ishana leaned closer, smirking. “Up early? Or didn’t sleep at all?”

Vanshika glared at her, whispering, “Shut up, Ishu.”

Vihaan, munching on paratha, joined in with a mischievous grin. “Ohh, looks like someone had an interesting night.”

Navya choked on her juice laughing, while Abhiman raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the teasing. “Careful, Vihaan. She might actually throw something at you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Vihaan said with mock pride.

Before Vanshika could retort, a familiar voice came from behind. “What’s all this noise so early in the morning?”

Everyone turned.

Raghav was walking down the staircase, sleeves rolled up, his hair still slightly messy — like he’d just gotten out of bed. His voice was calm, but his eyes… they found Vanshika instantly, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade.

Ishana and Navya exchanged looks. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Good morning, Mr. Late Sleeper,” Vanshika said casually, trying to sound unaffected.

Raghav smiled faintly. “At least I slept. You look like someone who spent the night thinking.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, sipping water. “Just an observation.”

Abhiman coughed, failing to hide his grin. “Bro, keep your observations to yourself.”

Raghav shot him a warning glance, but Ishana jumped in, laughing. “Oh please, you two were talking till who knows when! Vihaan said he heard voices from your room even after midnight.”

Vanshika’s jaw dropped. “Vihaan!”

He held up his hands innocently. “Hey! I just said I heard voices. Didn’t say whose.”

“Stop it, all of you,” Vanshika said, glaring at them, her cheeks now a deep shade of pink.

Parvati smiled knowingly, watching the little exchange. “Acha, acha, enough teasing now. Everyone, sit down and have breakfast properly.”

As everyone dug into their food, Raghav quietly took the seat beside Vanshika. She didn’t look at him, but she could feel his presence — calm, steady, teasing without a word.

After a few moments, he leaned closer, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

“Sleep well?”

She shot him a quick side glance. “I would have… if someone hadn’t kept me up with their ‘observations.’”

He smirked. “You liked it.”

Her spoon froze mid-air. “You’re insufferable.”

“Maybe,” he said softly, “but you’re smiling again.”

And she was. Despite herself.

She turned away, pretending to focus on her plate, but that tiny smile lingered — the kind that gave her away completely.

Across the table, Ishana nudged Abhiman, whispering, “Look at them.”

Abhiman grinned, shaking his head. “Oh, I’ve been looking. And I’m pretty sure he’s gone for her already.”

Vihaan added, “Yeah, and she doesn’t even realize she’s already his.”

“Correction,” Ishana said, grinning. “They just don’t realize it yet.”

Parvati, hearing their whispers, smiled to herself. “Krishna ji,” she murmured silently, “agar Radha aur Kanha ke beech itna pyar tha… toh yeh dono bhi ussi raah pe hain.”

The morning continued with chatter and laughter, but beneath it all, the tension between Vanshika and Raghav remained — soft, unspoken, and beautifully alive.

The house was quiet now; the younger kids were outside playing, and the others had gone about their morning routines.

Raghav sat near the balcony, sipping a cup of coffee, staring at the city below. A soft knock came on the door.

“Come in,” he called.

Abhiman entered, holding his own cup of coffee. “Thought you might need company.”

Raghav gave a small smile. “Not complaining.”

They sat together in comfortable silence for a few moments.

Finally, Raghav spoke, his tone casual but eyes sharp. “Hey… I’ve been noticing something.”

Abhiman raised an eyebrow. “Oh? That’s new.”

“You,” Raghav said slowly, “you like Ishana.”

Abhiman froze, then let out a nervous laugh. “What makes you think that?”

“Come on, man,” Raghav said with a smirk. “The way you look at her. The way you act around her. It’s… obvious.”

Abhiman sighed, finally dropping his guard. “Fine. You caught me. I like her… a lot.”

Raghav leaned back, smiling knowingly. “Finally admitting it, huh?”

Abhiman ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to make things awkward. I mean… we’ve only known each other for a few months, and everything is still… new. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Raghav nodded. “I get that. Believe me, I know how confusing feelings can be, especially when everything is so fresh. But hiding it won’t make it disappear.”

Abhiman looked at him, a little relieved. “You’re right. I just… don’t know how she feels. And I don’t want to mess up our friendship.”

Raghav grinned. “You won’t know until you take a chance. Trust me, it’s better to risk it than to always wonder.”

Abhiman chuckled softly. “You sound like a guru.”

“Maybe,” Raghav said with a playful smirk. “Or maybe I just know a thing or two about this kind of stuff.”

Abhiman shook his head, smiling. “Alright… I’ll think about it. Thanks, man.”

Raghav nodded. “Anytime. And hey… you’ve got this, Abhi. Just… don’t overthink it.”

Abhiman raised his mug. “To new beginnings, then.”

Raghav clinked his mug against Abhiman’s. “To new beginnings.”

They sat back, sipping their coffee, the conversation leaving both with a lighter, freer feeling — unspoken support, and the quiet acknowledgment of hearts starting to stir.

The sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Vanshika’s room. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her pink kurta slightly rumpled, staring out the window. Her heart was still fluttering from last night — the teasing, the laughter, and the way Raghav had looked at her.

A soft knock came at the door.

“Vanshika?” Ishana’s voice called, teasing but gentle.

“Come in,” Vanshika replied, quickly straightening up.

Ishana walked in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ve been quiet all morning. Thinking about something?”

Vanshika let out a soft sigh. “Yeah… just… thinking.”

Ishana raised an eyebrow. “About him, isn’t it?”

Vanshika’s cheeks warmed, and she quickly looked away. “Maybe.”

Ishana chuckled softly. “You know, you can’t hide it. The way your eyes follow him… the way you smile at his stupid jokes…”

Vanshika’s heart thumped, but she tried to keep her voice steady. “Ishana… I like him, yes. But… I don’t know how he feels. And I’m not ready to say anything yet.”

Ishana reached out and gently nudged her shoulder. “You don’t have to confess now. Just… enjoy it. Feel it. Let yourself think about him, even if it’s only to yourself.”

Vanshika smiled softly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “It’s hard sometimes. I feel like… every time he’s near, my heart just… races. I want to say it, but I can’t… not yet. I don’t know why, but I just can’t.”

Ishana nodded knowingly. “And that’s okay. You don’t have to rush anything. Feelings don’t have a timeline. Just… let them be. One day, when the time is right, you’ll know. Until then, it’s yours.”

Vanshika let out a shaky laugh. “It’s funny… I feel like he already knows somehow. The way he looks at me… sometimes it feels like he can read my mind.”

Ishana smiled softly. “Maybe he does, in his own way. But even if he doesn’t… it doesn’t mean you have to hide how you feel from yourself.”

Vanshika leaned back against the bed, a warm glow spreading through her chest. “Thanks, Ishu I… I feel a little better now.”

Ishana winked. “Good. Just… don’t let it drive you crazy too much. For now, enjoy the little moments. You’ve got time. And who knows… maybe he feels the same way too.”

Vanshika smiled, her gaze drifting to the window. She didn’t need to say it yet, but just thinking about him, imagining the way he looked at her, made her heart soar. She would wait… but the feeling, the hope, the longing — it was hers, and that was enough for now.

Just then, a voice called from the doorway, teasing and familiar.

“Finally! You got your Piya, Vanshi?”

Vanshika turned to see Vihaan leaning casually against the doorframe, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Yes, I got my Piya,” Vanshika replied, rolling her eyes but smiling.

Vihaan laughed softly. “Looks like someone’s finally happy. Took you long enough!”

Vanshika nudged him lightly. “Shut up, Vihaan. You’re supposed to be happy for me, not tease me.”

“I am happy,” he said, his tone softening. “Just… it’s funny seeing you like this. You’re usually so calm and composed, but now… it’s like you’ve got butterflies or something.”

Vanshika looked down, a small blush creeping across her cheeks. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Who knows?” she said teasingly, though her smile betrayed her.

Vihaan chuckled and shook his head. “You’re impossible. But it’s nice… seeing you happy like this. You deserve it, Vanshi.”

Vanshika’s smile softened, and she looked at him meaningfully. “Thanks, Vihaan. It means a lot coming from you.”

Vihaan shrugged, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Don’t get used to it,” he said, though his grin didn’t fade. “I just… care about my best friends being happy.”

Vanshika laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, Vihaan. But… I know you mean it.”

He winked at her. “Of course I do. Now go… enjoy your Piya. I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t get too cheeky with you.”

Vanshika chuckled, glancing at Raghav. “Oh, don’t worry. I can handle my Piya.”

Ishana leaned back against the bed, a teasing smile on her face.

“Well,” she said, her voice playful, “it all started with a fake relationship, and now look at you, Vanshi.”

Vanshika’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ishana… stop it. You’re making it sound like… like something’s happening already.”

Ishana chuckled. “Oh, but it is happening. You can’t fool me. The way you talk about him, the way your eyes light up… it’s obvious.”

Vihaan, leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Yeah, Vanshi. Even I can see it. You’re like a melted chocolate bar whenever he’s mentioned.”

Vanshika groaned, hitting Vihaan lightly on the arm. “Vihaan! You’re impossible. Don’t make it worse.”

Ishana laughed, clearly enjoying Vanshika’s discomfort. “See? Even Vihaan agrees with me. Fake relationship turned real. It’s like… destiny, maybe?”

Vanshika shook her head, laughing nervously. “Ishana, destiny has nothing to do with it. I just… I don’t know how to deal with these feelings sometimes.”

Vihaan grinned. “That’s the best part, isn’t it? The excitement, the butterflies… the fun of figuring it out. You can’t pretend forever.”

Vanshika smiled softly, her heart warming at the words. “Yeah… maybe. But it’s complicated too.”

Ishana nudged her shoulder gently. “Complicated, yes. But also… exciting. And I say, enjoy it while you can. Don’t rush, don’t overthink. Just… feel it.”

Vanshika laughed, shaking her head. “You always know what to say to make me think even more.”

Vihaan grinned. “And I’ll keep teasing you too. Someone has to keep you on your toes.”

Vanshika rolled her eyes, smiling softly. “Ugh… you two are impossible.”

Ishana winked. “Maybe. But that’s why we’re friends. Now come on, let’s not sit here and brood. Let’s enjoy the moment, because trust me… moments like these are rare.”

Vanshika leaned back, taking a deep breath, letting the warmth of friendship and teasing wash over her. Her heart still raced at the thought of him, but for now, she let herself smile, savoring the quiet, comforting chaos of her closest friends.

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So here we gooo...

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ANNOUNCEMENT......

So after this chapter of PGA I will keep it on hold for a while. As there is a surprise for you guys . So stay tuned 😉