सजदे में यूँ ही झुकता हूँ
तुम पे ही आके रुकता हूँ ~
क्या ये सबको होता है?
हमको क्या लेना है सबसे~
तुम से ही सब बातें अब से
बन गए हो तुम मेरी दुआ~
सजदे में यूँ ही झुकता हूँ
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Vihaan’s POV:
“Mai apke sath kyu jau?” she said, walking towards me with a fake annoyed expression, her face reddened by the heat.
“Kyu nahi ja sakte?” I asked, raising my brows in confusion.
“What if you kidnapped me? I don’t trust strangers,” she replied.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. How could she call me a stranger? A surge of frustration welled up inside me. I paused, trying to steady my breathing. She was right—I was a stranger to her in many ways, but it stung to hear it so bluntly.
“Ok fine,” I said, my voice cold as ice, my jaw clenched tightly. “I am a stranger, I get that.”
She looked taken aback by my sudden shift in demeanor. “I didn’t mean—”
“It's fine,” I interrupted, my voice icy. “I understand where I stand.”
I turned away slightly, trying to compose myself. The words stung more than I wanted to admit, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. Why did her opinion of me matter so much?
“You can call someone else who is not a stranger to you and go with him or her,” I said, emphasizing the word "stranger" as if it were a burden I was forced to bear.
Her brows furrowed in confusion and frustration as she looked at me. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she began, but her voice was hesitant, as if she was struggling to find the right words.
I could see her internal conflict, and it only fueled my irritation further. “It’s fine,” I cut her off, trying to keep my tone steady. “If that’s how you feel, then I won’t push it.”
There was a silence between us, heavy with unspoken words. I could tell she wanted to say something more, but the way she was looking at me—caught between regret and uncertainty—made it clear that this conversation had taken a toll on both of us.
“It’s—” she began to respond, but her words were cut short as Shashwat arrived.
“I know him,” I thought, recognizing Shashwat as Avyansh’s best friend. I had seen him talking to her earlier.
“Miss Ayesha, are you going alone or with someone?” Shashwat asked, casting a glance at me.
Before she could answer, I stepped in. “She’s going with me,” I said, my voice tight as I struggled with the jealousy bubbling inside me. The word "jealous" echoed in my mind, and I realized how intense it felt.
“Shall we go now?” I asked, taking the small bag of prashad from her hand, my jaw clenched in frustration.
“It’s—” she began to respond, but her words were cut short as Shashwat arrived.
“I know him,” I thought, recognizing Shashwat as Avyansh’s best friend. I had seen him talking to her earlier.
“Miss Ayesha, are you going alone or with someone?” Shashwat asked, casting a glance at me.
Before she could answer, I stepped in. “She’s going with me,” I said, my voice tight as I struggled with the jealousy bubbling inside me. The word "jealous" echoed in my mind, and I realized how intense it felt.
