Ishq Par Zor Nahi

💞Part 11: Weapons

In hospital 🏥

"How are you feeling now?" Mihir inquired as the man attempted to settle properly on the bed.

"I'm better, and it's all thanks to you. If you weren't here, then..." the man started, expressing his gratitude.

"It's my duty to help those in need," Mihir reassured the man with a comforting smile.

"Moreover, you're not just a patient to me; you're my best friend, almost like a soulmate. It's natural for me to be here for you," Mihir added, offering a warm smile.

"Thank you, Mihir. I can't express my gratitude enough," the man said, holding Mihir's hand.

"I feel incredibly fortunate to have you in my life, to have met you on that fateful day," he reminisced, closing his eyes.

Students were wandering around, searching for their classrooms, some chatting with their friends. A boy, with a bag on his back and a confused look on his face, was trying to find his class. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a friendly face smiling at him.

"Searching for class?" the person asked.

The boy nodded in agreement. The person inquired further, "Which faculty?"

"Faculty of Medicine," the boy replied.

"Come, I'll show you," the person offered kindly.

The boy followed him to the class.

"Here it's your class," the person pointed out.

"Thank you," the boy said gratefully.

"You're welcome. By the way, I'm Dhruv," he introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Um... Mihir," the boy responded.

"Nice to meet you, Mihir. That's a nice name," Dhruv complimented.

"Hope we get along. I'm in the Faculty of Engineering."

"Now it's my time for class. See you again. Bye," Dhruv bid farewell.

"B...y...e," Mihir replied, as they parted ways.

Present

Rudra stood there, his eyes fixed on the shattered pieces of his beloved perfume bottle, a mix of disbelief and frustration evident on his face. Meanwhile, Kabir, with a mischievous glint in his eye, casually knocked over another bottle, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

As Rudra's anger simmered, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched, creating a tense atmosphere.

He called out to Kabir, his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and exasperation, "Mr. Akdu"

In response, Kabir, with a nonchalant expression, brushed off Rudra's reaction with a cool demeanor, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Rudra stood there, his eyes squinting as Kabir made his way towards the mirror, a mix of annoyance and amusement playing on his face.

"Mr.akdu"

"Aaah!!! chillana band karoge mannerless boy" Kabir said covering his ears.