Fated To Love You

Chapter 93

Siddharth happily went back to the living room, his steps light, his face glowing with excitement. He plopped down beside Ruhi, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

"Dada ne tumhe date par le jaane ke liye kaha hai... actually, not exactly a date, but dinner par jaane ke liye," he announced, his eyes twinkling. He held up the credit card proudly. "Card bhi diya hai! Toh batao, kaha chale?"

Ruhi's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at him for a second before narrowing her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Sach mein?" she asked, her tone full of doubt. "Sach batao... phir koi stupidity toh nahi kari na? Sir ne diya, ya bas le aaye taki mujhe bahar le jao?"

Siddharth gasped dramatically and sat up straight. "Areee! Chor lagta hoon main tumhe?" He placed a hand on his chest, feigning deep hurt.

Ruhi crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Abhi abhi toh sir ne rules banaye, aur kaha ki no expensive dinners... aur bas aadhe ghante mein khud hi keh diya ki jao dinner par jao?" She shook her head. "Kaun maanega aisi baat?"

Siddharth shrugged, completely unbothered. "Ab mujhe kya pata kyun kaha unhone... daya aa gayi hogi apne chhote bhai par ki itna strict nahi hona chahiye. Naya naya pyaar hai... college mein toh time milega nahi... aaye honge koi thoughts," he said, throwing his hands up as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ruhi crossed her arms and tilted her head, watching Siddharth expectantly. "Agar aisa hai toh... tum ye card wapas kar aao unhe," she said matter-of-factly.

Siddharth's jaw dropped. "Arey! Abhi toh kaha—" he started, but Ruhi immediately cut him off.

"Meri baat bhi sun liya karo pehle! Kabhi mujhe meri baat rakhnein dete ho tum? Yeh aadat change kar lo warna main baat karna bandh kar dungi phir," she warned, narrowing her eyes at him in mock annoyance.

Siddharth's eyes widened like a scolded child. "Sorry, sorry!" He quickly folded his hands in a playful gesture of apology. "Bolo," he urged, looking at her with an exaggeratedly obedient expression.

Ruhi smirked at his antics but continued, "Hmm... card wapas kar aao. Aur unko bolo ki agar dinner ki permission di hi hai, toh ghar par hi dinner kar lete hain. Pack na karwaayein khana. Kyunki mujhe waise bhi hostel mein ghar ka khana milta nahi hai... tiffin wahan pohonchega toh ek bite bhi nahi milegi mujhe." Her eyes twinkled as she smiled widely. "At least yahan aaram se kha paungi."

Siddharth blinked at her in disbelief. "Sach mein bahar nahi jaana?" He pouted dramatically, his lower lip jutting out like a child denied candy. "Aaj Dada ne permission di hai... pata nahi baad mein kabhi milegi bhi ya nahi... date ka mauka gawa rahi ho tum," he whined, leaning slightly closer to her, as if hoping to change her mind.

Ruhi playfully nudged Siddharth's arm. "Don't worry... we'll make time in college only. And agar hum dono saath honge toh woh moment waise hi special ban jayega. Specially, bahar jakar paise kharch karne ka koi matlab nahi hai... main toh canteen ke thande samose se bhi khush ho jaungi agar bina jhagda kiye, apne haath se khilaya toh." She giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Siddharth sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Tum bilkul ajeeb ho," he muttered with a small smile, before standing up with a thud. "Theek hai, toh phir main wapas karke aata hoon card... aur baat karke aata hoon." Without waiting for a response, he strode towards Abhishek's room, knocking before stepping inside.

Abhishek looked up from his laptop, his brows furrowing in confusion as he saw Siddharth extending the card towards him.

"Ruhi nahi jaana chahti," Siddharth pouted, looking like a kid whose ice cream had just been taken away.

"Hain? Kyun?" Abhishek asked, genuinely surprised.

"Woh keh rahi hai ki agar dinner karne ki permission mili hi hai toh ghar par hi kha lete hain. Aap pack mat karwao... dinner karke hi wapas jayenge," Siddharth explained, his voice laced with both fondness and exasperation.

Abhishek raised a curious eyebrow, taking back the card. "Really?" He studied Siddharth's face for a second before asking, "Achhe se soch liya na dono ne? Kyunki shayad baad mein phir se permission na mile."

"Haan haan, usne kaha ki woh canteen ke thande samose se bhi khush hai," Siddharth chuckled, shaking his head as if he still couldn't believe it.

Abhishek let out an amused sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Wah! Chalo, achhi baat hai," he said, shaking his head slightly in admiration.

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After some time, while Siddharth was talking to Ruhi, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face when he saw the name flashing on the screen.

"Ek minute, Ruhi," he said, excusing himself before answering the call.

"Yes, Sir?" Siddharth asked, his tone laced with disinterest.

Sumedh's voice was oddly sweet, almost too sweet. "Jyada tez pade kya? Thappad ya dande?"

Siddharth rolled his eyes. "Aap dheere marte ho?" he shot back, rubbing his arm as if he could still feel the impact.

Sumedh scoffed. "Haan toh aur tez maarne chahiye the!" He clicked his tongue before continuing, his voice shifting to a mockingly scolding tone. "Gadha! Tere dada se zyada support karta hoon main tujhe, aur phir bhi yeh harkat Karne se pehle ek baar aakar baat nahi kar sakta tha mujhse? Samajhta nahi kya main?" His voice carried a mix of frustration and disappointment. Jab pata hai ki mujhe in sab cheezon se gussa aata hai... toh exactly wahi cheez karni thi tujhe?" Sumedh huffed.

"I was upset... maine Dada se bhi baat nahi kari thi... aur unhe toh class mein hi proposal ke baare mein pata chal gaya tha," Siddharth huffed, his voice carrying the remnants of frustration. "Lekin unhone bhi utna issue nahi banaya jitna aapne banaya! Class mein sabke samne murga banana zaroori tha? Thappad maare... dande bhi maare... unke baad bhi mann nahi bhara tha?" His voice held a mix of exasperation and hurt as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Request kari thi na maine ki koi bhi punishment de do... lekin nahi, aapko toh wahi karni thi jo aapne decide kiya hai. Huh... gussa na karun toh kya karun?" He let out a short, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Vo toh accha hai ki aaj mera mood acha hai... isliye at least baat kar raha hoon." His tone softened slightly, though the teasing sarcasm was still evident.

Sumedh, who had been patiently listening, immediately interrupted, his voice laced with curiosity. "Toh kya Abhi ne relation accept kar liya?"

Siddharth blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sudden question. His brows furrowed as he leaned back against the couch, his lips curving into a smirk. "Aapse matlab?" he quipped, his tone calm but laced with mischief. "Aap sir ho na... aapko apne students ki personal life mein itna interest nahi lena chahiye."

Before Sumedh could respond, Siddharth glanced at the clock and added with feigned innocence, "Aur itni raat ko call bhi nahi karna chahiye."

A brief silence followed before Sumedh let out an exaggerated sigh. "Tu sudhrega nahi na?"

Siddharth grinned and said before disconnecting the call. "Aapka hi bhai hoon."