Will the ex-lovers Amrit and Veer ever get back together? Will the secret crush Randhir and Radhika ever confess their feelings to each other? And will the boy Anirudh ever be able to express his feelings to the girl Nivedita? To find out, we must d...
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Radhika was pacing in the garden, her phone pressed to her ear, laughing softly at something Samar said. Randhir, who was sitting nearby with Anirudh, glanced her way and frowned. His expression hardened when he noticed the wide smile on her face, the lightness in her voice.
"Randhir, you're staring too much," Anirudh teased with a smirk. "Itna obsessed ho tum uske saath?"
Randhir ignored him, getting up abruptly and walking toward the house. Anirudh chuckled, shaking his head. "Bhai gaya kaam se."
When Radhika finally ended her call, she turned around, startled to find Randhir standing there with his arms crossed, his expression dark.
"Randhir... aap yahan? Sab theek hai?" she asked, a bit uneasy.
Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and led her to a quiet room, shutting the door behind them. "Kaun tha phone pe?" he asked sharply, his tone low but accusing.
"Matlab? Samar tha. Mere friend ke bare mein itna zyada kyun soch rahe ho?" she snapped, pulling her hand away.
"Tumhe pata bhi hai tum kya kar rahi ho? Tumhe lagta hai ki yeh sab dekh kar mujhe farak nahi padta?" His voice rose slightly, his frustration evident.
Radhika's eyes flared with anger. "Farq? Mujhe dikh raha hai ki aapko sirf farq padta hai jab aap mujhe hurt karte ho. Hamesha meri feelings ko ignore karte ho!" she yelled, her emotions spilling over.
As she turned to leave, a sudden gust of wind blew through the slightly open window. Her saree's pallu flew back, exposing part of her blouse. Before she could react, Randhir stepped forward, grabbing her dupatta and wrapping it around her shoulders. His arms encircled her, his chest pressing lightly against her back.
The air grew thick with tension as his hands adjusted the dupatta, one brushing against her waist and then, accidentally, her belly button. The touch sent a jolt through her, and she gasped softly, her head turning back to look at him.
"Ran...dhir..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Radhika..." he murmured, his voice husky as his hand lingered on her waist, pressing her closer to him. His lips hovered near her neck, his breath warm against her skin.
"Kyun aisa kar rahe ho? Please, chale jao," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, but she didn't pull away.
"Pata nahi," he said, his lips grazing her neck softly. "Par aaj kal tumhe chodkar jaane ka man nahi karta."
Her hands instinctively reached up to hold the back of his neck, their faces mere inches apart. Her heart raced, and her mind screamed at her to stop this, but her body refused to move away. The storm outside seemed to echo the storm within her.
"Randhir..." she whispered again, this time almost in surrender, her eyes closing briefly as he tightened his hold
