AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
After a long day at college, Akshat returned home, hoping for some peace and quiet. As he walked into the living room, he immediately noticed Krishiv lounging on the sofa. Krishiv was casually scrolling through his phone, looking relaxed. What caught Akshat's attention more was the small girl sleeping with her head on Krishiv’s lap. Akshat’s frown deepened; he wasn’t particularly fond of children being around the house.
He walked closer, his curiosity piqued. The girl’s peaceful expression and the way she clung to a small stuffed toy struck a chord with him. "Ye toh Bulbul hai na?" he asked, recognizing Saumya, whom he had met once or twice.
Krishiv looked up and put a finger to his lips, indicating silence. "Shhh! Dikh nahi raha, so rahi hai wo!" he whispered, gently patting Saumya’s head to keep her asleep.
["Can't you see? She is sleeping."]
Akshat lowered his voice and asked, "Mis Kavya kahan hain?"
["Where is Kavya?"]
Krishiv glanced at him, careful not to disturb the child. "She went to a meeting with Vihaan and left Bulbul here," he explained.
Akshat surveyed the scene, considering the situation. "Isse kisi room me le jaa ke sula de na," he suggested, thinking it would be better for Saumya to rest in a more comfortable place.
["Take her to a room and make her sleep there properly."]
Krishiv shook his head slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Arre, thik hai. I don't have any problem," he replied, clearly comfortable with the little girl on his lap.
Akshat was taken aback by Krishiv’s unexpected patience and tenderness. He nodded, accepting Krishiv's decision, and made his way towards his room. As he walked down the hallway, he couldn’t help but reflect on the scene he had just witnessed. Krishiv, usually so carefree and easygoing, was displaying a side of himself that Akshat hadn’t seen before—a side that was gentle and nurturing.
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Komal stepped outside the Singhania mansion, squinting against the harsh sunlight. She pulled her dupatta over her head, shielding herself as best she could from the heat. Just then, she noticed a familiar car approaching. It was Akshat.
The car slowed down as it neared her, and the window rolled down. Akshat leaned out, concern evident on his face. "Aunty, please sir inside, I will drop you," he called out.
