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...
As Kavya took out her peach-colored kurti and matching leggings, Krishiv glanced at her and asked, "Bulbul ki mummy, aap jaa rahi hain?"
Kavya paused, her hand mid-air as she picked up her dupatta, and looked at him. "Agar aapko jaana hai toh you can go first. Main aapke baad chali jaungi."
Krishiv shook his head lightly, picking up his towel and clothes. "Nahi nahi, aap chali jaiye. Main neeche pool par jaata hoon."
Kavya looked at him, concerned, flickering in her eyes. "Arre, aap pareshan mat hoiye. I can wait, seriously." She gave a small smile, genuinely offering.
But Krishiv raised a brow and gave her a look that clearly said he wasn’t budging. "Pareshan kyun hona? Aap jaaiye... aaram se tayaar ho jaaiye." His voice was calm but firm.
Kavya observed him for a moment, then nodded with a soft “hmm” and picked up her clothes.
"Theek hai... main jaa rahi hoon." She walked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.
Krishiv waited a moment, then turned toward the main door. "Main room bahar se lock kar raha hoon. Abhi aata hoon." he called out.
From inside, Kavya’s voice echoed slightly through the closed door. "Okk..."
Krishiv smiled to himself as he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him.
The bathroom door creaked open, and a wave of warm steam spilled into the room. Kavya stepped out slowly, wrapped snugly in a white hotel bathrobe, her damp hair falling over her shoulders. She took a few steps toward the dressing table, patting her face gently with a towel.
At the exact same moment, the main door clicked open, and Krishiv walked in, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and slippers on his feet, humming a random tune. He looked up, and froze.
Kavya, just about to glance in the mirror, turned toward the door, and also froze.
They locked eyes for precisely two seconds. Silent. Still. Staring.
And then…
"A... wo... mai... aap itni jaldi aa gaye?" Kavya stuttered, clutching her robe instinctively.
"Haan, wo to bas..." Krishiv mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at her. He quickly turned his gaze to the window, then the floor, then the ceiling. "Aap yahi change kar lijiye, mai bathroom me chala jaata hoon."
Kavya gave a quick nod, half-embarrassed, half-amused. "Haan... theek hai."
Krishiv took a step toward the bathroom, towel still clutched like a lifeline, when suddenly he let out a dramatic, high-pitched scream.
