Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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Devam stood outside Vrinda's apartment, taking one last look at himself in his phone's camera.

He adjusted his collar, took a deep breath, and finally rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and there she was-Vrinda, dressed in a simple salwar suit with her hair cascading down her shoulders.

It was the first time he'd seen her out of her usual shirt and jeans, and the sight struck him like a bolt.

For a moment, he forgot where he was, his gaze locked on her in quiet amazement.

Her hair framed her face, softening her usual fierce expression, and in that moment, she looked so different, so beautiful.

She flicked her fingers in front of his eyes, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Yahi khade rehna hai ya andar bhi aaoge?" she teased.

He chuckled, his usual charm slipping back into place. "Bilkul aaunga. Aap itne pyaar se bulaayengi toh aana hi padega."

She shook her head, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she let him in.

The apartment was small but cozy, a modest 1BHK with simple decor that suited her no-nonsense personality.

She gestured toward a bean bag for him to sit on and disappeared into the kitchen to get some water.

As he settled in, he took out the first aid kit, waiting.

When she returned, handing him the glass of water, he offered her a smile and murmured, "Thank you."

She simply nodded and took a seat on the bean bag next to him.

After a beat of silence, he asked, "Vaise aap aaj kyun nahi aayi? Sab thik hai?"

She shrugged. "I was busy with work."

"Work?" he teased lightly. "Or Busy beating some criminal?"

"Dono," she replied, a small, amused smirk on her face.

As they talked, he casually rolled up his sleeves, preparing to start her check-up.

Vrinda's eyes trailed over Devam as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms, veins prominent and strong beneath his skin.

She couldn't look away.

Every movement seemed deliberate, effortlessly drawing her attention in ways she hadn't anticipated.

She swallowed hard as her gaze drifted up, catching the way his shirt clung to his broad chest, the top three buttons undone just enough to give her a tantalizing glimpse of his collarbone and the faint, muscular curve of his chest.

Her mouth went dry, and she instinctively bit her lip, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

What was happening to her?

She'd never felt like this before - this inexplicable fluttering that seemed to take over her entire body.

She'd always thought herself immune to things like this, wrapped up in her world of steely resolve and guarded emotions.

But now, a strange sensation swirled within her, like a thousand butterflies dancing in her stomach, each one growing more insistent.

Her cheeks grew warm as she realized the undeniable truth: Devam was the cause.

His calm demeanor, that maddening smile, his quiet strength - everything about him was stirring emotions she had long thought buried.

For a moment, she couldn't breathe, her gaze locked on him, lost in the absurdity of it all.