[36]
The next morning, Shashwat went to the NCSE for his project. After a few periods, Siya was sitting in the classroom with a poker face, her head resting wearily on the table. Arushi, who had been busy practising for her performance, came back to grab her water bottle.
"Tujhe kya hua?" Richa asked, noticing Siya's sullen expression.
[What happened?]
"Yaar, I am getting bored... Shashwat to kuch din aayenge nahi," Siya replied, keeping her head on the table, her voice tinged with frustration and longing.
"Haan, ham dono yo bewakoof hain na!" Arushi chimed in, trying to lighten the mood.
[We both are stupid right?]
"Aisa nahi hai... bas... I am missing him," Siya said, her tone softening with a hint of sadness.
"Bhai, Kalank also went with him... Siya, she will definitely try to get close to him," Richa said, a slight edge to her voice, clearly not fond of Kalank.
"Karne de I don't care, because I trust him," Siya replied, shrugging her shoulders, her confidence in Shashwat evident.
"Accha, I am going for practice... bottle lene aayi thi mai bas," Arushi said, picking up her water bottle. She gave a small reassuring smile to Siya before leaving the room.
Reyansh stood near the edge of the stage, his eyes following Arushi's every move as she danced with Manav. His jaw tightened with each spin and twirl. He couldn't let this continue.
"Ma'am," Reyansh called out, striding purposefully towards the stage where Monica ma'am, the dance coordinator, was watching the rehearsal. "I don't think we can manage this dance performance in our function."
Monica ma'am looked up, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Why do you say that, Reyansh? The performance looks good to me."
Arushi, overhearing the conversation, stopped mid-step and turned towards Reyansh, frustration evident in her eyes. "Reyansh, what is your problem? We've been practicing hard for this performance!"
Ignoring Arushi's outburst, Reyansh focused on Monica ma'am. "Ma'am, there are several issues with this dance. First, the choreography is too complex for our current skill level. We don't have enough time to perfect it, and it could end up being a mess on stage."
Arushi's face flushed with anger. "We've put in so much effort. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it isn't good. You can't make decisions for all of us."
Reyansh finally turned to Arushi, his expression firm. "I'm not making decisions for everyone, Arushi. I'm just trying to ensure our performance is the best it can be. We can't risk looking unprepared in front of the entire school."
Arushi opened her mouth to argue further, but Reyansh had already turned back to Monica ma'am. "Ma'am, I suggest we pick a routine that's less complex but still impressive. Something we can all practice and perfect in the time we have left."
Monica ma'am nodded slowly, considering his words. "You raise some valid points, Reyansh. The performance does need to be polished. I'll think about it and see if we need to make any changes."
With that, he walked away, leaving Arushi standing on the stage, fuming. Monica ma'am watched him go, then turned to the rest of the dancers. "Alright, everyone, let's take a break. We'll discuss possible changes to the routine after lunch."
After school was over, Reyansh was standing near the gate, lost in thought. Suddenly, Arushi appeared, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the backside of the school where it was quiet and secluded.
"Arushi, what are you doing?" Reyansh asked, bewildered as she led him away.
Arushi stopped and turned to face him, her eyes blazing with frustration. "What is your problem, Reyansh? I was so excited for that performance, and you just ruined everything! Why are you so determined to sabotage my dance with Manav?"
Reyansh sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Arushi, I already told you. The routine is too complicated, and we don't have enough time to perfect it. It's for the good of the team."
Arushi's jaw clenched. "Fine, if that's how you feel, then I'll prepare another romantic dance with Manav. I'm sure we can come up with something simpler that still looks amazing." She turned on her heel and started to walk away.
Without thinking, Reyansh reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards him. "No, you can't dance with him."
Arushi tried to push him away, confusion and anger mixing in her eyes. "Why does it matter to you, Reyansh? You're just my brother's best friend. It shouldn't bother you if it doesn't bother Shashwat bhaiya."
Reyansh's grip tightened, and he took a deep breath, his voice low and intense. "Because I love you, Arushi."
Her eyes widened, softening with shock and something deeper. "Kya ?"
Reyansh swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "I love you. That's why it bothers me to see you with Manav. I can't stand the thought of you being close to anyone else."
Arushi's anger melted away, replaced by a tender vulnerability. "If you love me, then why have you been running from me? Ignoring me?"
Reyansh sighed, releasing her arm but not stepping back. "Because of Shashwat. He trusts me so much, and I feel like I'm betraying him by having these feelings for you. He's my best friend, Arushi. I didn't want to hurt him or lose his trust."
Arushi looked at Reyansh for a few seconds, a mixture of emotions flooding her.
She suddenly wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as she realised the irony of the situation.
Shashwat was also in a relationship with Reyansh's sister.
She gulped, biting her lips to control her laughter, knowing that she shouldn't laugh at the moment. Instead, she held his hand tightly.
"I understand, Reyansh," she said softly. "But what about me? Why are you hurting me? Meri to koi galti nahi hai na? And about Shashwat bhaiya, it's not betraying him."
Reyansh looked at her, confusion and guilt warring on his face. "Arushi, I never wanted to hurt you. I was just so afraid of losing my best friend's trust"
Arushi took a deep breath, looking straight into Reyansh's eyes.
"Reyansh, listen to me. You're not betraying Shashwat bhaiya by having feelings for me.
Love isn't a betrayal; it's something pure and beautiful.
Shashwat bhaiya trusts you because he knows the kind of person you are.
If he knew about us, he'd see that you're not just his best friend but someone who cares deeply about his sister's happiness. "
Reyansh's eyes softened as he listened, the tension in his shoulders easing.
Arushi continued, her voice steady and soothing.
"And think about it this way, Shashwat bhaiya and I are very close, but he also respects my choices.
When the right time comes, I'll talk to him.
I'll make him understand how much we mean to each other.
He might be surprised, but he'll come around.
He wants me to be with someone who loves me genuinely, and that's you, Reyansh. "
Reyansh's feelings were a turbulent mix of relief, love, and lingering fear. Hearing Arushi's calm and reasonable words made him realise how much he had been overthinking. Her confidence in handling Shashwat was reassuring.
A thought suddenly crossed Reyansh's mind, and he asked, "So, will you still dance with Manav?"
Arushi giggled, the sound light and infectious. "No, I won't. I'll find another way to make the performance amazing."
She started to walk away, a teasing smile on her lips, but Reyansh reached out and gently pulled her back. "Wait, you haven't confessed yet."
She took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I love you, Reyansh. More than I can say."
Reyansh's face lit up with pure joy, a weight lifting off his shoulders. He took her hand gently, bringing it to his lips and kissing her palm softly, the touch sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "I love you too, Arushi"
Five days had passed since Shashwat left for the NCSC project in Pune.
Each night, he made it a point to call Siya, and with every conversation, she grew more comfortable talking to him.
Tomorrow was Siya's birthday, and Shashwat had been eagerly planning to make it special despite the distance.
However, that evening, one of the teachers announced that they had to stay an additional day for a ceremony, leaving Shashwat feeling upset and disappointed.
He dialled Siya's number, hoping she would understand.
"Hello," Siya answered, her voice bright and cheerful.
"Hi," Shashwat replied, trying to mask his disappointment.
"Kal aa rahe hain na?" she asked excitedly.
[Are you coming tomorrow?]
"Mishti... I am really sorry, but kal hame rukna padega. I am actually feeling guilty... pata nahi konsi ceremony karani hai abhi in logon ko," he said, hearing her smile fade through the phone.
[Mishti... I am really sorry, but we have to stay tomorrow. I'm actually feeling guilty... I don't know what ceremony they want to have now.]
"Ohh... it's ok... aapki galti nahi hai. But aaj 12 baje hame wish karenge na?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of hope and resignation.
[It's not your fault. But will you wish me at midnight today?]
Shashwat chuckled softly. "Buddhu, aise bol ke wish thodi na karte hain. Of course, I would."
"Still... It may look so childish but hame apne birthday pe kuch jyada hi excitement hoti hai," she confessed, a shy smile evident in her tone.
"Childish kyun? Birthday to hota hi hai excited hone ke liye. You should be excited na," he reassured her warmly.
"Hehehe... aapka exhibition kaisa tha?" she asked, changing the subject.
[How was your exhibition?]
"Ohh haan... pata hai aaj exhibition mein kya hua?
" Shashwat began, eager to share the day's events.
He launched into a detailed recounting of his day, his voice animated and enthusiastic.
He described the various exhibits, the interactions with other participants, and a particularly amusing incident involving a malfunctioning robot.
As he spoke, time seemed to melt away. Shashwat was usually reserved, often described as less spoken and introverted, but with Siya, he was different.
He felt an unexplainable ease, a comfort that allowed him to open up and express himself freely.
He talked non-stop for half an hour, describing every detail with vivid enthusiasm, painting pictures with his words that made Siya feel as if she were right there with him.
"And then," he continued, "the judges were so impressed with our project that they spent extra time asking us questions. It was nerve-wracking but exhilarating at the same time."
Siya listened intently, her heart warming at the sound of his voice. She loved how he could be so open and talkative with her, a side of him she cherished deeply.
"Accha, mummy is calling me for dinner. Bye," Siya said.
"Bye, Mishti," Shashwat replied, and she disconnected the call.
He moved towards his bed, lost in thoughts about the conversation and the anticipation of Siya's birthday. Just then, one of his classmates, Mihir, collided with him. The impact sent Shashwat's phone flying out of his hand and crashing to the floor.
"My phone!" Shashwat exclaimed, rushing to pick up the pieces.
Mihir's face turned pale. "I am so sorry, bro! It was unintentional... I'm really sorry," he said, looking at Shashwat's phone, now in pieces with the screen shattered and parts scattered.
Shashwat picked up his broken phone, the screen at one corner and the body at another. He felt a pang of sadness as he mumbled, "How will I wish her?"
"I am sorry, Shashwat... Please don't charge me for the damage. I have some financial problems... please understand," Mihir pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.
Shashwat forced a smile, trying to reassure him. "It's ok, don't worry. I won't charge you."
He walked to his bed, the weight of his broken phone heavy in his hand. The phone had been a precious gift from his father, a reward for his excellent results in his 10th exams. But more than that, he was distressed about not being able to wish Siya at midnight.
"Mihir... will you give me your phone at 12 am?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.
"I'm sorry, Shashwat, but I don't share my phone with anyone," Mihir said, avoiding eye contact as he lay down on his bed.
Shashwat glanced at his watch. It was 11:55. Panic and sadness washed over him. "Should I ask ma'am or sir? But what would I say to them?" he muttered, pacing the room.
The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. When the clock struck 12:00, a wave of sorrow engulfed him. He sat on his bed, staring at the broken pieces of his phone, tears slipping from his eyes.
Feeling utterly helpless, Shashwat whispered to himself, "Happy birthday, Mishti," his voice choked with emotion.
He knew Siya would be waiting for his call, her excitement turning into disappointment when she wouldn't hear from him.
The thought of her sitting alone, expecting his wish, made his heart ache even more.
He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes.
His mind raced with thoughts of how he could make it up to her, how he could explain the situation.
But at this moment, all he could feel was the crushing sadness of not being able to wish the person who meant so much to him.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Siya stared at her phone and pouted sadly, her anticipation deflating with every passing second. Just then, the door burst open, and Ritika, Divya, Reyansh, Arushi, Richa, and Siya's parents entered the room.
"Happy Birthday, Siyaaa!" Everyone shouted except her father, who stood at the back with his hands folded behind him.
Siya looked up, surprised and touched. "What are you both doing here?" she asked, her eyes widening in delight.
"Ritika didi called us to surprise you. Aaj raat bhi yahi rukenge ham," Richa explained with a grin
[Tonight, we will stay here only.]
"Happy Birthday, Siya! Hamesha khush reh," Tara said, kissing her daughter's head lovingly.
"Happy Birthday, chudail!" Reyansh teased, giving her a side hug.
"Happy Birthday, Siyuuu," Ritika said, hugging her from the other side.
"Happy birthday, didu," Divya added, hugging her from behind.
"Thank you," Siya said, her smile widening as she felt the warmth of their affection.
"Happy Birthday, buddhu ladki!" Arushi and Richa chimed in, hugging her from both sides.
Her mother, Tara, looked towards her father. "Why are you standing there? Come and wish her," she prompted.
It was the first time her father was present at her birthday celebration, as he usually had duty. Siya looked at him hopefully, her eyes shining with anticipation.
He stepped forward and gently caressed her forehead. "Happy Birthday... kitne saal ki ho gayi tu?" he asked.
"17," she replied, her heart swelling with happiness.
He nodded with a small smile. "Chalo, cut the cake now," Ritika said, clapping her hands.
Siya cut the cake, her friends and family cheering her on. After celebrating for a few minutes, everyone returned to their activities, the room buzzing with joy and laughter.
"Reyansh, tu bhi jaa na... yahan baitha kya hai?" Ritika asked Reyansh, who was lingering, his eyes fixed on Arushi.
[Reyansh go to your room.]
"Haan..." he mumbled, reluctantly getting up.
"Aru, please gate band kar dena," Siya requested, and Arushi nodded, following Reyansh out of the room.
[Please close the door Aru.]
As Reyansh turned towards her, walking outside her room, Arushi looked at him curiously.
Before she could close the door, he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm quickly, making her eyes widen and cheeks flush.
He then ran off, leaving Arushi standing there, stunned.
She glanced back to see if anyone had noticed and sighed in relief when she saw everyone engrossed in conversation.
Siya, meanwhile, kept glancing at her phone.
She had received numerous calls and messages from friends and family, but not a single one from Shashwat.
Her heart sank a little, but she tried to rationalise it.
"Maybe his phone doesn't have a network or battery," she thought, waiting for morning with a sliver of hope.
Throughout the night, she checked her phone repeatedly, each time hoping to see a message or call from him. Her excitement from the surprise celebration was overshadowed by the absence of his wish.
As the night grew deeper, the celebration's echoes faded, leaving Siya alone with her thoughts.
She curled up in bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, and closed her eyes, trying to push away the disappointment.
She replayed Shashwat's words from their earlier conversation, his promise to wish her at midnight, and wondered what could have gone wrong.
The next morning, Siya woke up and immediately checked her phone, her heart sinking when she saw no new messages.
Arushi and Richa returned back to their home early in the morning.
She sighed, trying to push away the disappointment, and went to the washroom to get ready.
It was her routine to visit the temple on her birthday to seek blessings from God.
Once she was dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit, she made her way downstairs. Harsh, greeted her with a warm smile and handed her a 500-rupee note.
Her phone rang with a barrage of calls and messages, each one bringing a smile to her face as friends and family wished her well. Despite this, a lingering sadness remained.
"So, what's the plan for today? Are we going out?" Ritika asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Hamara man nahi hai," Siya said sadly, the weight of Shashwat's silence still heavy on her heart.
[I don't have mood.]
"Yaar, he must be busy na... Don't spoil your mood. Aaj birthday hai tera, khush ho jaa," Ritika said, trying to cheer her up.
"Haan didi... We should go for a picnic," Divya suggested enthusiastically.
"Great idea! Mai acche acche dishes banati hun.
And mummy is preparing your favourite halwa.
Aur sabko call kar ke bulati... Aru, Richa, Akash, Darsh, aur mere swami.
Uske baad raat ko ghar pe choti si party karenge as always.
But iss baar sab honge to it will be fun. " Ritika said, her energy infectious.
[Great idea! I'll make some delicious dishes. And Mom is preparing your favorite halwa. I'll call everyone... Aru, Richa, Akash, Darsh, and my dear Swami. After that, we'll have a small party at home at night as always. But this time, everyone will be there, so it will be fun.]
Siya couldn't help but smile and nod.
As they bustled around preparing for the picnic, Siya's mood gradually improved. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of delicious dishes being cooked. Ritika and their mother worked together, creating a feast that would delight everyone.
Just then, Reyansh walked over to Siya, a mischievous grin on his face. He tossed a small gift box onto her lap and plopped down beside her, snatching the TV remote from her hand.
"Ye le," he said nonchalantly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
[Take this.]
Siya looked at the box, puzzled. "What is this?"
"Bhagwan ne do button jaisi aankhen di hain, usse khol ke dekh. Tera gift hai," he replied, leaning back and crossing his arms.
[God has given you eyes like buttons, open them and see. Your gift is here.]
Curiosity piqued, Siya opened the box and found a pair of sleek, stylish earplugs.
A few days ago, she had mentioned in passing that her old earplugs were damaged.
Clearly, Reyansh had remembered and decided to surprise her with a new pair.
Her face lit up with a wide smile, and she threw her arms around him in a spontaneous hug.
"Thank you!!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Reyansh wriggled away, pretending to be annoyed. "Chipka mat kar tu! Door hatt!" he said, shifting to the other side of the couch.
"Kutta kahin ka!" Siya muttered under her breath, though her smile never faded. She looked back at the gift, appreciating the thoughtful gesture.
The birthday celebration at Siya's home had been filled with joy and laughter as everyone gathered to give their gifts.
But as the night wore on, and the clock approached 11:40, Siya's excitement began to wane.
She sat on her bed, her eyes fixed on the clock, a mix of hope and disappointment clouding her features.
"Siya yaar, don't be sad na! Koi problem hoga... Akash bhi keh raha tha na ki uska call bhi nahi utha raha wo. Phone me koi problem hogi," Ritika tried to console her, sitting beside her.
[Siya, don't be sad! There might be some problem... Akash also said that he isn't picking up his call either. There might be an issue with his phone.]
"Ho sakta hai," Siya replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
[Maybe]
Just then, a paper ball rolled near her feet through the window. Frowning, she picked it up and opened it.
"Mishti, please window pe aana," was scribbled inside.
"Shashwat!!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she rushed to the window.
"Hein?? Shashwat kahan se aa gaya!" Ritika asked, following her closely with Divya in tow.
When Siya looked out, her eyes widened in disbelief. On the road below, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISHTI" was spelled out in flowers, with Shashwat standing beside it, holding his ears in a gesture of apology.
"Yaar... how cutee... itne efforts," Ritika gushed.
"Didi, ham aate hain," Siya said, her heart pounding with excitement as she slipped quietly out of her room and hurried downstairs.
Opening the door without making a noise, she ran to Shashwat, her heart fluttering with joy.
"Happy Birthday Mishti," he said softly, holding her hands, his eyes filled with warmth and apology.
"Aap... aap to kal aane wale the na?? Aur ye sab kya hai!! Aapka phone kyun nahi lag raha?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and concern.
[You... you were supposed to come tomorrow, right?? And what's all this!! Why isn't your phone ringing?]
"Wo... mera phone gir ke toot gaya tha kal raat. Aur subah se ceremony me busy tha... and ma'am ne kaha ki aaj hi vapas chalte hain. I am so sorry yaar... Maine try kiya tha ki mai kisi aur ke phone se wish karun but nahi ho paya..." he explained, his expression earnest.
[Well... my phone fell and broke last night. And I was busy with the ceremony since morning... and ma'am said we have to leave today itself. I am so sorry, buddy... I tried to wish you from someone else's phone but couldn't manage it.]
"It's ok... This is more special," Siya said, her gaze moving over the flowers spelling out her birthday wish.
She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching from their house.
"Maine tumhara gift prepare kiya tha but wo ghar pe rakha hua hai," Shashwat added, a bit sheepishly.
[I had prepared your gift, but it's kept at home.]
"Aap aa gaye bas, I don't need any gifts," she said, her face glowing with happiness.
"But guard uncle ne aapko aane kaise diya?" she asked, curious.
[But how did the guard uncle let you in?]
"Wo..." Shashwat scratched his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I gave him 500 rupees and unko kaha ki mujhe apne best friend ko birthday surprise dena hai."
"Aap ab rishwat bhi dene lage?" Siya asked dramatically.
[You started bribing?]
"Aapke liye kuch bhi!" he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
[Anything for you.]
"Accha ji?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Haan ji," he replied, his voice soft and tender.
"Accha, you should go now... kisi ne dekh liya to problem hogi," she said, though she didn't let go of his hand. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. All that mattered was the connection they felt, the silent promise of support and understanding.
Siya's heart was pounding with happiness, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
She looked down, trying to hide her smile.
"Aap dhyan se jana...raat bahot ho gayi.
It might be dangerous. Yahan se aage jaate hi auto mil jayegi usse jana.
.. paise bachane ke liye paidal jane ki zarurat nahi hai itni raat me," she said, her voice laced with concern.
[You go carefully... it's late at night. It might be dangerous. As soon as you go further, you'll find an auto. You don't need to walk at this late hour just to save money.]
"Whatever my Mishti says," Shashwat replied, his eyes twinkling with affection. He gave her a reassuring smile and a gentle wave as he turned to leave.
Siya watched him walk away, feeling a mix of relief and sadness.
She knew he had to go, but she was grateful for the effort he made to be there for her birthday.
She stood there for a moment, savoring the warmth of his presence, then turned her attention to the flowers on the road.
Carefully, she began removing the flowers, not wanting to leave any trace behind.
As she worked, she glanced up to see Shashwat still there, watching her from a distance.
He was making sure she was safe until she got back inside.
His protective nature made her heart swell with even more affection.
She finished gathering the flowers and waved at him one last time, feeling a mix of gratitude and longing.
She walked back to her house, her steps light and her heart full. She paused at the door, turning to see if Shashwat was still there. He was, standing in the shadows, ensuring she was safely inside. She waved again, and he waved back, finally turning to leave only after she disappeared inside.
Once inside, Siya closed the door gently and leaned against it, her heart racing with the emotions of the night
As she headed to her room, her mind replayed the events of the night. The surprise, the flowers, his heartfelt apology, and the warmth of his presence. She knew she was loved, deeply and sincerely, and that thought made her feel incredibly blessed.
As Siya entered her room, Ritika grinned at her, eyes sparkling with amusement. "He is so romantic, bhaii! Full on Bollywood type scene tha" Ritika exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.
Siya, still flushed with joy, couldn't contain her smile. She felt a rush of happiness hearing Ritika's words. Divya, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looked up and asked, "Ab to khush ho na didi?"
Siya's grin widened, her entire face lighting up with happiness. "Bahottt!!" she declared, twirling around the room in sheer delight. Her movements were graceful and full of an infectious joy that filled the room.
Siya sat at her desk in the classroom, her attention divided between the teacher's lecture and her own thoughts. Just then Arushi interrupted her thoughts,
"Ohh haan.. siya shashwat bhaiya asked me to give you this.
Tera birthday gift. Bechare ne do din tak lagatar baith ke banaya hai raat raat bhar jaag ke.
Ncsc ka preparation aur ye ek sath kar rahe the.
" She said taking out a big art book and on the cover a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISHTI was written with sketch colour.
[Oh, yes... Siya, Shashwat bhaiya asked me to give you this. It's your birthday gift. He has been working on it continuously for two days, staying up all night. He was preparing for NCSC and working on this together.]
"Abhi mat dekh..kisi teacher ke hath lag gayi to fas jayegi." Richa said as siya was about to open it.
"Ohh haan.." she said and kept the book safely inside her bag.
As Shashwat entered the classroom, Siya felt a rush of excitement wash over her.
Arushi and Richa, ever mischievous, nudged her shoulders teasingly, eliciting a shy smile from Siya.
Her heart raced as Shashwat made his way towards her, his presence filling her with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
He leaned towards her seat, his hand casually resting on the table, while his other hand found purchase on the bench behind her.
Siya's cheeks flushed crimson as she pretended to focus on her notebook, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Shashwat's smirk didn't escape her notice, and she could feel Arushi's teasing gaze on her.
"Aru, do you have an extra pen?" Shashwat's voice broke through the tension, causing Arushi to feign shock.
"Bhaiya... aap pen bhul gaye?! Aaap???" Arushi exclaimed, her tone exaggerated for effect.
[I can't believe this! You forgot your pen?]
"Wo.. haan.. box lana bhul gaya," he admitted, his eyes glinting with amusement.
[I left my box at home.]
"Bhaiya mere paas ek pen mil jaye badi baat hai. Richa tere pass hai?" Arushi turned to Richa, who shook her head.
[I have only one pen. Richa do you have extra?]
"Nhi.. Siya ke paas thi ek extra pen.. hai na Siya?" Richa said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she turned to Siya, who shot her a glare in response.
[No, siya had. Right siya?]
"Do you have an extra pen?" Shashwat whispered, his voice soft as he leaned in closer, sending Siya's heart into overdrive. She nodded quickly, her cheeks burning, and fumbled to retrieve a pen from her bag, handing it to him with trembling hands.
"Thank you," he whispered, his smile causing her heart to flutter, before he straightened up and moved away. Siya watched him go, her breath catching in her throat as she realised a small chit had been discreetly placed on her lap.
As Shashwat conversed with a junior boy, his gaze flickered back to Siya, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He eventually excused himself and made his way out of the classroom.
Outside, Shashwat couldn't help but chuckle as he examined the pen Siya had given him. The sight of its chewed back brought a smile to his face. Shaking his head in amusement, he tucked the pen into his pocket.
Siya's heart skipped a beat as she unfolded the chit and read the message, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Date pe chalogi mere sath?" The words danced before her eyes, filling her with a rush of emotions she struggled to contain.
[Will you go on a date with me?]
Quickly, she discreetly tucked the chit inside her notebook, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts.
The auditorium buzzed with energy as all the students practiced for the annual function.
On the left side of the stage, dancers in vibrant costumes moved in sync to lively music, guided by their instructor.
To the right, the choir's harmonious voices filled the air, directed by the music teacher's gentle hand movements.
In the centre, actors rehearsed their dramatic play with passionate expressions, receiving feedback from their drama teacher.
A teacher approached Akash, a bright smile on her face as she held a bunch of colourful balloons.
"Akash beta, can you help by putting these balloons up? The ladder is right over there," she said, pointing to the tall ladder leaning against the wall.
Akash nodded, returning her smile. "Of course, ma'am. I'll get it done right away."
He walked over to the ladder, carefully climbed up, and began attaching the balloons.
Arushi was searching for something when Reyansh approached her.
"Kya hua? Kya dhoondh rahi ho?" Reyansh asked.
"Seedhi. Wo ye upar lagana tha," Arushi replied, showing him some decoration.
[Ladder, I have to put this.]
"Wo samne hi to hai. Mai lekar aata hun," Reyansh said, pointing towards the ladder.
[There it is, wait.]
Arushi nodded. However, Reyansh didn't notice that Akash had already taken the ladder to put up the balloons for the teacher.
"Finally ho gaya," Akash said to himself, satisfied with his work. He put one leg down, expecting to find the ladder.
"Arre, seedhi kidhar gyi bhai?" he muttered, trying to find the ladder with his legs, but both dangled in the air. Panic set in as he realised the ladder was gone.
[Where is the ladder?]
"Aaaaa, bachao!" Akash screamed, clinging to the edge of the platform.
[Help!]
Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at him, alarmed by his cries.
"Arre, tu latak kaise gaya?" Shashwat asked, rushing over with wide eyes.
[Why are you hanging?]
"Arre bhai, pehle help kar na. Mai gir jaunga, mera jabda nikal jayega!" Akash exclaimed, desperation clear in his voice.
[Oh brother, help me first. I'll fall, my grip will slip.]
"Arre, wait," Shashwat said, looking around for the ladder.
"Aru, wait there only," Shashwat instructed, grabbing the ladder and positioning it under Akash.
Akash carefully climbed down, his face pale from the scare. "Ye batmeezi kisne ki? Mai chadha hua tha!" he demanded, looking around.
[Who did this?]
"Wo... actually, maine dekha nahi. Arushi dhoondh rahi thi, to maine usse de diya tha," Reyansh admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
[Well... actually, I didn't see it. Arushi was looking for it, so I gave it to her.]
Shashwat chuckled, and walked away.
Akash lightly smacked Reyansh's head. "Aashiq sale, dost ko bhul jaa ashiqui me," he teased, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Shut up, Akash," Reyansh said, his face unamused and slightly embarrassed.
"Kya shut up, sab samajh aata hai mujhe," Akash continued, still smirking.
Reyansh shook his head and left, leaving Akash with a triumphant grin.
"Sahi hai dono Bhai dono bahano ko lekar jao shadi ke baad ek dusre ko jija jija kehna." Akash said to himself grinning and walked away.
[That's right, both brothers will take each other's sisters and after the wedding, call each other brother-in-law.]
"Shashwat, I'll be back in 15 minutes. Make sure nobody causes any unnecessary commotion. Reyansh, come with me. I'll brief you on the anchoring papers," the teacher instructed Shashwat before leaving the area.
Siya's voice rang out, filled with frustration as she shouted at Kanak, who had accidentally spoiled her rangoli.
"Ek thappad marenge muh chooze jaisa ho jayega."
[I'll slap you so hard, your face will swell up like a rat.]
Shashwat glanced over at the commotion, his expression blank as he observed the tense exchange.
"Koi aur shor kare na kare, ye to zarur karegi!" Akash remarked Chuckling.
[Whether someone else makes noise or not, she'll definitely create some]
"Stop yelling; it was just a mistake," Kanak defended herself.
"Tumhara pati banaya tha kya ye meri mehnat lagi thi isme tum to wahan matak matak ke naach rahi thi. Tumne dekha tha ki ham wahan Rangoli bana rahe hain still tum ispe chadh gayi." Siya retorted angrily.
[Did your husband make this or was it my hard work? You were just dancing around there. You saw that I am making Rangoli there.]
"Mind your language, Siya," Kanak warned.
"Jada bologi to tumhe hi mind kar denge...ek to galti Karo upar se attitude dikhao." Siya shot back, her temper flaring.
Shashwat approached them, trying to diffuse the situation. "What's happening here?"
"Look, Shashwat, she's shouting like an animal," Kanak complained.
"Aye tum animal tumhare sasural wale animal. Tumhari galti thi wo to batao." Siya retorted, her anger unabated.
[Hey, you animal, your in-laws are animals. It was your fault, admit that.]
Shashwat suppressed a laugh at Siya's fiery words. "What's the matter? Tell me clearly."
"She ruined our rangoli. We worked so hard on it, and she thinks a simple sorry will fix it. We're the ones who have to put in the effort," Siya explained, her frustration evident.
"I didn't do it on purpose, Shashwat," Kanak interjected.
"Kanak, you can go," Shashwat said, signalling for her to leave.
Siya's glare intensified as she watched Shashwat, seemingly taking Kanak's side in the situation. Confusion and hurt flickered in her eyes, wondering why he didn't support her.
"Siya I.." he said and she left from there.
As Siya meticulously arranged vibrant powders into intricate patterns on the ground, her frustration slowly melted away with each stroke.
The rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the floor echoed in the quiet courtyard.Suddenly, she felt a gentle presence beside her and glanced over to see Shashwat, his expression sheepish yet determined.
His hand, stained with the hues of the Rangoli colours, hovered uncertainty, as if unsure of its welcome.
Siya's voice carried a mix of surprise and concern as she questioned Shashwat's presence. "Aap? Aap yahan kyun baithe koi dekhega to kya sochega?"
[Why are you sitting here? What will everyone think?]
Shashwat's response was nonchalant, his shoulders lifting in a casual shrug.
"Yahi ki ham dono ka kuch chal raha," he replied, his tone light yet suggestive of something more beneath the surface.
[That there is something between us]
Siya's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Shashwat's casual response, her annoyance momentarily forgotten.
"Haan uthiye na kisi teacher ne dekh liya to," she retorted, a hint of amusement in her voice.
[Get up! What if teachers saw you!]
Shashwat flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Madam, aap shayad bhul rahi hai aapka Shashwat head boy bhi hai," he said, punctuating his words with a playful wink.
[Are you forgetting that your shashwat is head boy?]
Siya's cheeks flushed at Shashwat's playful remark, the familiarity of "aapka Shashwat" stirring something within her. But the reminder of her anger quickly brought her back to reality.
"Yahan kyun baithe hai, jaiye Kanak ki side lijiye," she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.
[Why are you sitting here? Go and take kanak's side.]
Shashwat's smile faltered slightly, his eyes searching hers for a hint of forgiveness.
"Siya, I understand why you're upset, and I hear you.
But I had to diffuse the situation, and at that moment, asking Kanak to leave seemed like the best course of action to prevent things from escalating further.
It doesn't mean I'm taking her side over yours.
" he implored softly and she nodded her head smiling.
"Vaise tum na choti si ho par gussa itna bada hai tumhara. Gusse me choti si laal tamatar ki tarah shakl ho jati hai aur naak mirchi ki tarah." Shashwat said, smiling.
[By the way, you're small, but your anger is huge. When you're angry, your face turns red like a tiny tomato and your nose flares like a chili.]
"Hawww !!" Siya said, pouting.
Shashwat gently pulled her cheeks, earning an even deeper blush from her. "Pyari lagti ho," he remarked, his smile widening at her endearing reaction.
[You look cute.]
Siya's hand instinctively reached up to touch her cheeks, feeling the warmth spreading across them. Her heart fluttered at Shashwat's compliment, and she couldn't help but smile back at him,
Shashwat's teasing continued as he remarked, "Vaise tum bas mujhse hi Mishthi jaisi baatein karti ho, baki sabse mirchi ban ke."
[You are sweet with me only.]
Siya responded with a playful warning, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Hehe, kuch din ruk jaiye."
Shashwat chuckled at her cute warning.
Siya playfully urged Shashwat to leave, warning, "Ab jaiye varna bhaiya aa jayenge."
[Go otherwise bhaiya will come.]
Shashwat smirked, replying confidently, "Aane do, mai darta thodi hun."
[Let him come, I am not scared of him.]
Siya rolled her eyes, retorting, "Bhaiya wo ham bas!!"
Shashwat quickly stood up, his expression turning serious as he scanned the surroundings, "Wo Reyansh..." he trailed off, realising there was no one there.
Siya burst into laughter at his reaction, teasing, "Kya hua Mr. Majnu?"
[What happened Mr majnu?]
"Tum na," Shashwat said, shaking his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
Kanak's friend observed the interaction, confirming, "See, I told you na ki inn dono ka chal raha hai."
Kanak seethed with anger, determined to inform Reyansh about what she perceived. "Reyansh ko batana padega, dekha nahi kaise Shashwat turant Reyansh ka naam sunte hi dar gaya," she declared.
[We need to tell Reyansh. Didn't you see how Shashwat immediately got scared as soon as he heard Reyansh's name?]
After some time, Reyansh returned to the auditorium, where Kanak approached him. "Hey Reyansh," she greeted.
Reyansh responded with a disinterested tone, "Hello."
"Actually, mujhe tumse ek baat karni hai," Kanak began, but Reyansh interrupted her.
[I want to talk to you.]
"Hmm?" he asked, rolling his eyes.
"Wo Siya hai na tumhari behan uska sha..." she said but .Reyansh cut her off
[Your sister and...]
"Tum please meri behan ka naam mat lo, and Shashwat tumhara friend hoga, mai nahi hun jo tumse baat karun apni family ke bare me.
So please Siya se door raho... aur tumhari wo harkat mai bhoola nahi hun jo tumne aur tumhari friends ne meri Di ke sath kiya tha.
.. now please leave," Reyansh said, his tone laced with anger.
["Please don't mention my sister's name. Shashwat might be your friend, but I'm not, so I won't talk to you about my family. So, please stay away from Siya. And I haven't forgotten what you and your friends did to my sister. Now, please leave."]
"But Reyansh, listen to me," Kanak tried to reason, but Reyansh left without giving her a chance to explain further.
Arav stood in the school hall, tapping his foot impatiently. The hall was abuzz with activity as students and teachers prepared for various presentations, but his mind was solely focused on one thing: Ritika. Their presentation was about to start, and she was nowhere to be seen.
He sighed and dialled her number. As the phone rang, he heard the echoing sounds of people talking and occasional loud noises.
"Hello, Ritika please jaldi aao. Presentation is about to start. Tumhare marks kat jayenge," he said, trying to keep his frustration in check.
"Arav... I won't be able to come today..." Ritika's voice sounded faint and strained.
"Kyun? And where are you? Ye chillane ki aur idhar udhar ki awaz kidhar se aa rahi hai?" he asked, straining to hear over the background noise.
"I... I am at home... movie dekh rahi hun," she said, but her voice lacked its usual liveliness.
"Video call kar raha hun mai. Pick up the call," Arav insisted, not buying her excuse for a second.
"Arre..." Ritika began to protest, but Arav had already initiated the video call. After a few moments, she picked up, and his heart sank as he saw her lying in a hospital bed.
"Ritika... what happened?? What are you doing there??" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
"Arre, don't worry Swami... chota sa accident hua tha..." she tried to explain, but he interrupted her.
"I am coming. Send me the location," he said, his tone firm and unyielding.
"Aapka presentation..." she began to protest again.
"Location bhejo Ritika," he said sternly and disconnected the call.
Arav wasted no time. He grabbed his bag and rushed out of the hall, ignoring the curious glances of his classmates.
Arav rushed to the parking lot, straddled his bike, and sped towards the hospital, his mind racing faster than the vehicle.
As he approached the hospital, he barely noticed the bustling streets, his focus solely on reaching Ritika.
He parked hastily, nearly knocking over a potted plant, and sprinted inside.
Entering the casualty ward, he frantically searched for her among the patients. His eyes landed on Ritika, sitting on a bed with a bandage on her forehead and her feet dressed. She looked up and saw him approaching.
"Ab lecture sunayenge!" she muttered under her breath.
Arav ignored her words and rushed to her side, cupping her face gently. "Are you okay? Kahin aur bhi chot to nahi aayi? Mai doctor se kehta hun..."
"Arre, I am fine... choti si chot thi," she reassured him, trying to downplay the situation.
"Ye choti si chot hai?? Your hands are wounded too. Hua kaise ye?" he demanded, his worry evident.
"Wo... I was in a hurry and suddenly a car came in front of my scooty, and I fell," she explained, her voice softening.
"How many times have I told you to drive slowly! Itni jaldi kyun chalani hoti hai tumhe? Koi bada accident ho jata to?" he scolded, his voice a mix of anger and concern.
"Arre, don't scold me na. Wo presentation ke liye late ho raha tha, that's why. And accha hua ki maine scooty sambhal li thi, otherwise mere dead body ko daant rahe hote," she tried to joke, but Arav interrupted her harshly.
["I was getting late for the presentation, that's why. And it's a good thing I managed to control the scooter, otherwise, you'd be scolding my dead body."]
"Shut up, Ritika!!" he shouted, his eyes flashing with anger and fear. She flinched at his tone.
"Don't say things like that!! Samajh me aaya? Stupid!!" he continued, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.
"Mai to..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Shut up!! Chalo yahan se ab," he said, his tone softer but still firm. He helped her off the bed, wrapping an arm around her to support her weight.
As they walked out of the ward, Arav couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and frustration. He had always known Ritika to be headstrong and independent, but seeing her injured and vulnerable shook him to the core. He glanced at her, noticing the faint wince every time she took a step.
They reached the parking lot, and he carefully helped her onto his bike, making sure she was comfortable before starting the engine.
The ride back was silent, both of them lost in their thoughts.
Ritika felt guilty for causing him so much distress, while Arav was just grateful that she was safe and relatively unharmed.
As the final bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, Richa hurriedly made her way back to her classroom to retrieve her forgotten water bottle. But as she turned to leave, she found herself met with an unexpected obstacle.
The once-empty corridors had transformed into a chaotic maze of bodies, students pouring out of classrooms. Stuck near the stairs, pressed against the wall, she felt a surge of panic rise within her as the crowd pressed in, threatening to engulf her completely.
In the midst of the chaos, a familiar figure appeared before her, like a beacon of hope amidst the storm.
It was Akash, who swiftly manoeuvred himself to stand protectively in front of her, effectively shielding her from the relentless crush of bodies.
With a deft movement, he positioned his hands against the wall on either side of her, creating a protective barrier that kept the crowd at bay.
Richa's breath caught in her throat as she realized the sudden proximity between them.
Heat rose to her cheeks, flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude.
She stole a quick glance around, her eyes searching for any sign of authority, relieved to find no teachers or CCTV cameras in sight.
Amidst the chaotic swarm of students, Richa's voice barely rose above a whisper as she expressed her concern to Akash. "Akash, sab dekh rahe hain. Kya sochenge?" she murmured, her words tinged with a hint of nervousness.
[What are you doing! What will everyone think?]
Akash's response was resolute, his tone unwavering as he reassured her. "Doesn't matter! Mai tumhe aise uncomfortable hote huye dekhta thodi rahunga," he replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.
["I wouldn't just watch you being uncomfortable like that."]
As the last of the students finally dispersed, leaving them alone in the stairwell, Akash's gaze remained fixed on Richa's face, captivated by the innocence and spark that danced in her eyes. Unfazed by the lingering stares of their peers, he found himself drawn to her, unable to look away.
Richa, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration, lightly tapped his chest, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "Hato na ab," she urged, her voice barely audible amidst the echoes of their clandestine encounter.
[Move aside!]
But Akash, inched closer to her, his gaze filled with mischief. "Aur agar na hata to?" he teased, his proximity sending her heart racing with anticipation.
[What if I didn't?]
Unable to suppress her laughter, Richa pushed him away playfully. "Besharam! Kisi ne dekh liya na to ham dono jayenge kaam se," she chided, her tone laced with mock indignation as she walked away.
["Shameless! If someone sees us, we're both in big trouble."]
Undeterred by her playful rebuff, Akash twirled her around, his declaration ringing out boldly. "Toh kya hua! Khullam khulla pyaar karenge ham dono, iss duniya se nahi darenge ham dono!" he proclaimed, his voice filled with unwavering determination.
"Principal ma'am!" Richa said with a gasp.
"Sorry ma'am..it was my fault..." he apologised, glancing around to ensure that their secret rendezvous hadn't been overheard.
But when he realised they were alone, Richa couldn't able to control her laugh and burst out laughing.
"Kya hua Mr. Khullam khulla pyaar karne vale?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Caught off guard, Akash could only shake his head in mock exasperation. "Bahot buri ho tum," he quipped.
Arav carefully manoeuvred his bike to a stop outside Ritika's home, his brow furrowed with worry. "Did you inform your parents?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he parked the bike.
"Not yet. Papa cant mein hain and Mummy is in hospital. Wo bina wajah pareshan hote," Ritika replied, her tone nonchalant despite her injuries.
[They would be worried for no reason]
Arav's frustration bubbled over. "Bina wajah?? Dimag kharab hai tumhara?? Aur tum issi reason se dusre hospital mein gayi na?" he snapped, and Ritika smiled sheepishly, unable to meet his eyes.
["For no reason?? Are you out of your mind?? And you went to another hospital because of this, right?"]
"Wo vapas aayenge to bata dungi...abhi kya pareshan karna. Kya hi kar lenge jaan ke...pareshan honge, aayenge dekhenge, daantenge...wo to vapas aa ke bhi kar lenge," she explained, her casual attitude only making him shake his head in disbelief.
["When they come back, I'll tell them...why bother them now? What can they do knowing now...they'll be worried, come over, scold us...they can do that after they return too."]
As he helped her down from the bike, her sharp intake of breath at the pain made him decide immediately. Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms. Ritika gasped in surprise, her eyes wide.
"Arre Swami...what are you doing? I can walk," she protested, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
"Haan, I saw that...ek tang pe kood kood ke kaise chal rahi thi hospital mein," he retorted, his tone leaving no room for argument as he strode purposefully towards the house.
"Dekhiye, aas pados mein kisi ne dekh liya na to kya sochenge sab!!" she exclaimed, looking around nervously.
[What if anyone saw us?]
"Accha? Aur jab you flirt with me infront of everyone, tab nahi yaad aata sab kya sochenge?" he shot back, not missing a beat.
"Arre wo to alag baat hai...I will manage," she muttered, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
"Shut up!" he said firmly, silencing her protests as he reached the door. "Open the door," he instructed, and she fumbled to extract the key from her purse, unlocking the door as best she could in her awkward position.
With the door open, he carried her inside and she quickly closed it behind them, still cradled securely in his arms. "Where is your room?" he asked, his voice softening as they entered the privacy of the house.
She pointed towards her room, and he carried her there, gently laying her down on the bed. "There. Comfortable?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of lingering pain.
Arav leaned against the doorframe, watching Ritika settle on the bed. "What will you eat?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Huh?" she responded, her voice weak, clearly not fully registering his question.
"Arre, you have to take medicine na! Khali pet nahi khana hai. Tell me, sandwich chalega? Bread hai na kitchen me?" he repeated, his tone firm but caring.
"Arav, please, you don't have to. I will order something," she said, her voice laced with fatigue and a hint of stubbornness.
"Chup chap baitho. Mai khud jaa ke dekhta hun. Hilna mat yahan se," he instructed, turning and striding out of the room with a determined look.
As he left, Ritika muttered to herself, "And then you ask me why did I fall for you!" A small smile played on her lips, despite the discomfort she felt.
When he returned, he carried a plate of neatly made sandwiches, placing it gently on the table beside her bed.
"Have this," he said, his voice softening as he saw the appreciation in her eyes.
"Thank you, Aryaputra," she teased, her smile widening as she took a bite of the sandwich.
"Aap nahi khaoge?" she asked, noticing he hadn't made anything for himself.
He shook his head, his attention shifting back to his phone, though his focus was clearly still on her. "Nahi, tum khao," he replied, the concern evident in his voice.
She finished the sandwich, savouring each bite, and then he handed her the medicine. She swallowed it down, grimacing slightly at the taste.
"Now, lay down and rest," he instructed, adjusting the pillows behind her with gentle hands.
"You will stay here?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Of course! Aise akele chhor ke chala jaun kya? And gate kaun band karega andar se? Tum jaogi tooti hui tango ke sath? Siya log aate honge thodi der me. Tab tak I will stay," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
["Of course! Should I just leave you alone like this? And who will lock the gate from the inside? Will you go with broken legs? Siya and the others must be coming in a bit."]
She smiled, her heart warming at his words, and she closed her eyes, feeling safer and more content than she had all day. He settled onto a stool beside her, his presence a comforting anchor in the quiet room.
As time passed, he put his phone down and let his gaze rest on her face. Her features were soft and serene in sleep, her breaths steady and even. He reached out, gently caressing her hair, his fingers light and tender.
"Drama queen! Always finds a way to irritate me," he murmured, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "But should I tell you a secret? I am liking all this now. Swami!" He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
He sat back, content to watch over her, his heart full. For now, everything felt just right, and he couldn't imagine being anywhere else
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