CHAPTER27 [FLASHBACK]
Flashback continues…
One day—
The basketball court is crowded.
Students cheering, clapping, shouting.
It’s an inter-college match.
And of course…
Vihaan is on the court.
Captain.
Focused.
Dominating the game.
Aarohi stands in the crowd with Sana, eyes locked only on him.
“Yaar… dekh na…”
(Look at him…)
Her voice is soft… almost breathless.
“Kitna perfect hai…”
(He’s so perfect…)
Sana rolls her eyes.
“Tu match dekh rahi hai ya use?”
(Are you watching the match or him?)
Aarohi doesn’t even respond.
Because for her—
There is no match.
Only Vihaan.
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The game ends.
Victory.
Cheers erupt everywhere.
Vihaan walks off the court, slightly sweaty, calm as always.
Girls start gathering around him.
Trying to talk.
Trying to get his attention.
But like always—
He ignores everyone.
Starts walking away.
That’s when—
Aarohi moves.
Without thinking.
Without stopping.
She walks straight toward him.
Sana shouts from behind—
“Aarohi, pagal mat ban!”
(Aarohi, don’t be crazy!)
But Aarohi doesn’t listen.
She finally stands right in front of him.
Blocking his way.
For the first time—
Vihaan stops.
His eyes lift slowly… meeting hers.
And for a second—
Time freezes.
Aarohi’s heartbeat goes wild.
But this time—
She doesn’t step back.
She smiles slightly and says—
“Congrats… match jeetne ke liye.”
(Congrats… for winning the match.)
Vihaan stares at her.
Expression blank.
Then coldly—
“Side ho jao.”
(Move aside.)
Aarohi’s smile fades for a second…
But she doesn’t move.
Instead, she says—
“Ek minute… bas ek minute.”
(One minute… just one minute.)
Vihaan’s patience snaps slightly.
“Samajh nahi aata?”
(Don’t you understand?)
His voice turns sharp—
“Mujhe baat nahi karni.”
(I don’t want to talk.)
Aarohi’s fingers tighten.
But she still stands there.
Determined.
“Par mujhe karni hai.”
(But I want to.)
For the first time—
A flicker of irritation crosses his face.
He steps closer.
Too close.
“Tumhe samajh nahi aata ya samajhna nahi chahti?”
(Do you not understand, or you don’t want to understand?)
Aarohi looks straight into his eyes.
“No.” she whispers.
“Main samajhna hi nahi chahti.”
(I don’t want to understand.)
A pause.
Then softly—
“Mujhe sirf aapse baat karni hai.”
(I just want to talk to you.)
Something about her tone—
Her stubbornness—
Makes Vihaan stop for a second.
But only for a second.
Then his expression hardens again.
“Last time bol raha hoon…”
(I’m saying this for the last time…)
“Door raho mujhse.”
(Stay away from me.)
And this time—
He doesn’t wait.
He walks past her.
Leaving her standing there.
Alone.
But not broken.
Not yet.
Aarohi turns, watching him go.
Her eyes don’t have tears.
They have fire.
“Door rehna hota…”
(If I wanted to stay away…)
She whispers to herself—
“Toh pehli nazar me tumse pyaar nahi hota.”
(Then I wouldn’t have fallen for you at first sight.)
And that day—
Something changes.
Because now—
It’s no longer just a crush.
It’s becoming something deeper.
Something dangerous.
The memories fade away.
And reality hits harder than ever.
Aarohi blinks slowly… coming back to the present.
The same room.
The same silence.
The same man.
Vihaan closes his laptop and looks at her.
For a moment, he just watches.
Then casually says—
“So jao, Mrs. Singhania… ya baith kar roti hi rahogi?”
(Sleep, Mrs. Singhania… or will you keep sitting and crying?)
Aarohi looks at him, hurt flashing in her eyes.
But she says nothing.
Vihaan lies down on the bed like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Like nothing ever changed.
Like he didn’t just turn her life upside down.
Aarohi is still sitting there… in her heavy bridal outfit.
Exhausted.
Broken.
Slowly, she tries to get up—
Maybe to change… maybe to move away—
But suddenly—
Vihaan grabs her wrist.
And pulls her toward himself.
Aarohi gasps slightly as she stumbles forward, landing close to him.
“Chhodo mujhe…”
(Leave me…)
She tries to pull her hand back.
But his grip tightens.
“So jao, biwi ji…”
(Sleep, wife…)
His voice drops—
“Warna aage jo hoga na… uski zimmedar khud hogi.”
(Otherwise, whatever happens next… you’ll be responsible.)
Aarohi freezes.
Her breath gets stuck.
She tries again to move away—
But it’s useless.
His hold is too strong.
Too firm.
Too possessive.
Her strength slowly gives up.
Her resistance fades.
Not because she accepts it—
But because she’s too tired to fight anymore.
Slowly…
Unwillingly…
She stays there.
In his arms.
Her eyes close.
Tears slip out silently.
And just like that—
Aarohi Mehra…
falls asleep in the arms of the man she hates the most.
lashback ends…
The memories fade away.
And reality hits harder than ever.
Aarohi blinks slowly… coming back to the present.
The same room.
The same silence.
The same man.
Vihaan closes his laptop and looks at her.
For a moment, he just watches.
Then casually says—
“So jao, Mrs. Singhania… ya baith kar roti hi rahogi?”
(Sleep, Mrs. Singhania… or will you keep sitting and crying?)
Aarohi looks at him, hurt flashing in her eyes.
But she says nothing.
Vihaan lies down on the bed like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Like nothing ever changed.
Like he didn’t just turn her life upside down.
Aarohi is still sitting there… in her heavy bridal outfit.
Exhausted.
Broken.
Slowly, she tries to get up—
Maybe to change… maybe to move away—
But suddenly—
Vihaan grabs her wrist.
And pulls her toward himself.
Aarohi gasps slightly as she stumbles forward, landing close to him.
“Chhodo mujhe…”
(Leave me…)
She tries to pull her hand back.
But his grip tightens.
“So jao, biwi ji…”
(Sleep, wife…)
His voice drops—
“Warna aage jo hoga na… uski zimmedar khud hogi.”
(Otherwise, whatever happens next… you’ll be responsible.)
Aarohi freezes.
Her breath gets stuck.
She tries again to move away—
But it’s useless.
His hold is too strong.
Too firm.
Too possessive.
Her strength slowly gives up.
Her resistance fades.
Not because she accepts it—
But because she’s too tired to fight anymore.
Slowly…
Unwillingly…
She stays there.
In his arms.
Her eyes close.
Tears slip out silently.
And just like that—
Aarohi Mehra…
falls asleep in the arms of the man she hates the most.
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