KASHI VISHWANATH : TWO ECLIPSED HEARTS 💕

CHAPTER 21: " WHISPERS OF LOVE & SHADOWS OF DOUBT"

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As they continued frying the samosas, the peaceful rhythm between Kashi and Vishwanath was suddenly interrupted when a few drops of hot oil splattered onto Vishwanath's hand. He instinctively pulled his hand back, wincing slightly.

Kashi's eyes widened in panic. "Veer ji, kya ho gaya? Dikhaiye mujhe!" (Veer ji, what happened? Show me!) she cried, grabbing his hand before he could protest. Her fingers were gentle as they inspected the reddened area, her worry evident in her voice. "Zyada lagi toh nahi aapko? Maine bola tha aapko rehne dijiye, main kar lungi. Par aap meri baat sunte kab hain. (You are not hurt much, right ? I told you to leave it, I would have done it. But you never listen to me)

Her scolding, though tinged with worry, only made Vishwanath smile inwardly. No matter how upset or angry Kashi might be with him, she could never stop caring for him. It was this very care, this fierce protectiveness, that made him fall in love with her all over again.

Kashi quickly led him to the sink, washing his hand under cold water. Then she grabbed some ice from a nearby cooler and pressed it gently to the burn. "Ab zyada dard toh nahi ho raha na, Veer ji?" (Now you are not feeling too much pain, right, Veer ji?") she asked, her voice soft with concern.

Vishwanath, his heart swelling with warmth, shook his head. "Kashi, main theek hoon. "Bas thoda sa jala hai, chinta karne ki koi baat nahi hai". (Kashi, I'm fine. It's just a small burn, nothing to worry about) he said, his amusement clear. Yet despite his light tone, he couldn't help but feel content hearing her call him "Veer ji," the name that made his heart race. For the world, he might be Vishwanath, but for Kashi, he only wanted to be her Veer ji.

"Pakka na, Veer ji? Dard toh nahi ho raha?" (Are you sure, Veer ji? You're not in pain, right?) she asked again, her eyes searching his face for any sign of pain.

"I'm fine, Kashi. Tum itni chinta mat karo," (I'm fine, Kashi. Don't worry so much.) Vishwanath reassured her, smiling softly.

As she sighed in relief, he added, "Lao, abb baki samose bhi main fry kar deta hoon." (Here, now I will fry the rest of the samosas too)

But Kashi quickly shook her head, waving him off. "Nahi, nahi, Veer ji. Aapne kaafi kaam kar liya. Ab cook aa ke sambhal lenge." (No, no, Veer ji. You've already done enough work. Now the cook will come and take care of it.")

Before Vishwanath could argue, a helper arrived and informed him that Rajendra was looking for him. Vishwanath's face grimaced briefly, his reluctance evident. He didn't want to leave her side, but duty called.

"I will be back soon, Kashi," he said, his voice low with promise. And with one last glance at her, he reluctantly left to find his father.

Kashi watched him go, her heart heavy with emotions she didn't know how to voice. No matter how hard she tried to ignore her feelings for him, her restless heart would never let her forget.

Needing to distract herself, Kashi busied herself with the final preparations. Her constant movement caused loose strands of hair to fall from her bun. With a sigh, she undid her hair completely, leaving them open. Removing a pink flower from the gajra she had worn. She carefully tucked it behind her ear, completing her look once more.
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The grand event of the year had begun. It was the kind of event where the world's elite came together to celebrate the successes of the Singhania family. This wasn't just any gathering, it was the culmination of years of work, a project that had catapulted the Singhania empire to global fame. The success of this project not only put the Singhania name on the world map but also contributed significantly to India's economy, boosting its influence and soft power across nations. Politicians, businessmen, and powerful influencers from all over the world had arrived to bask in the glory of the Singhanias and their accomplishments.