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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_________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Akshat and Vedant climbed the stairs together, having met at the entrance just moments ago. They were in the middle of a casual conversation when their steps slowed, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the stairs ahead.
Krishiv.
He sat hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlocked, staring blankly ahead. His usually bright, carefree face was shadowed with something neither Akshat nor Vedant had seen before..unease.
"Yahan Devdas bana kyun baitha hai?" Vedant added, trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes held concern.
Krishiv suddenly cupped his face with both hands, exhaling sharply. That one action made both Akshat and Vedant exchange a quick glance before immediately sitting beside him, flanking him on either side.
"What's wrong?" Akshat asked, his voice softer now.
"Tu hume bata sakta hai... you know that, right?" Vedant said, nudging Krishiv's shoulder.
Krishiv stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking, his voice heavy. "It's Prakash... he's blackmailing Kavya for Bulbul's custody. He sent her custody papers today."
Akshat and Vedant tensed.
"That bastard..." Vedant muttered.
"And?" Akshat pressed.
Krishiv ran a hand through his hair before continuing. "I... I asked Kavya to marry me."
Both Akshat and Vedant jerked their heads toward him in disbelief.
"So you proposed her to marry you?" Akshat asked, his brows furrowed.
Krishiv nodded, rubbing his temples.
Vedant leaned forward, watching him carefully. "Do you love her?"
Krishiv hesitated for just a second before shaking his head.
"Like her?" Akshat asked next.
Again, a shake of the head.
There was a moment of stunned silence before Vedant threw his hands up. "Are you kidding??"
"I'm serious. I want to marry her," Krishiv said, his voice firm.
Akshat let out a dry chuckle. "Tera dimaag thik hai? This is not a joke."
"I know," Krishiv murmured.
Akshat exhaled sharply. "Marriage is not a joke, Krishiv! Why would she agree to marry you when you don't even feel anything for her?"
Krishiv lifted his head, his gaze sharp. "When you married Amrit, did you feel anything for her? Nahi na? You also married her because of the situation. Please... ask her to marry me. She-"
