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...
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Amrit stepped out of the washroom, dressed in a simple pajama and kurta, her hair still slightly damp. She walked towards the kitchen and saw Akshat busy serving the food. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the careful effort he had put into preparing the meal. He looked up as she approached.
“Dinner is ready... tum baitho, I will bring it,” he said, his tone gentle but formal.
Amrit shook her head slightly, offering a polite smile. “It’s okay... mai khud se le leti hun,” she replied, walking over to the counter. As she saw the food, she noticed that he had prepared khichdi, a comforting but simple dish.
“Wo... we ate at the dhaba, so I thought to prepare something light,” Akshat explained, a bit unsure if it was the right choice.
She nodded, her smile softening as she appreciated his thoughtfulness. “Perfect choice,” she murmured, taking a plate. She then walked over to the dining area and sat down.
Akshat followed her, bringing his own plate and taking a seat across from her. The room was quiet except for the soft clinking of spoons against the plates. Both of them ate the khichdi in silence, the earlier events of the day weighing heavily on their minds.
As they sat there, the awkwardness between them was palpable. It wasn’t the comfortable silence that sometimes accompanied long-time companions, but rather the quiet that comes when two people are still adjusting to a new, unfamiliar reality.
Akshat occasionally glanced up at Amrit, who was eating slowly, lost in her thoughts. He wanted to say something, to break the silence, but the words seemed to elude him. Amrit, on the other hand, was trying to push away the swirl of emotions inside her. The khichdi, warm and soothing, helped calm her, even if just a little.
After a few minutes, Akshat finally spoke up, his voice low and sincere. “I know everything feels... strange right now, but I want you to know that you can tell me if there’s anything you need.”
Amrit paused, looking up at him. She saw the concern in his eyes and nodded slowly.
As they finished their meal, Akshat cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation toward something more practical. “When will you join college?” he asked, his tone casual, but the underlying concern was evident.
“Kal se,” Amrit replied, her voice steady, though she could sense where the conversation was heading.
Akshat frowned slightly, setting his spoon down. “Kal se? Why so soon?” he asked, his voice laced with mild surprise. “I mean... I think you should take some break for a week. You’ve been through a lot, and jumping straight back into classes might be too much.”
Amrit shook her head gently, her determination shining through her exhaustion. “I’ve already missed so many classes, sir. Aur nahi kar sakti. I have to catch up with everything I’ve missed,” she explained, her voice firm yet tinged with the underlying stress of it all.
