𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

BONUS CHAPTER 2- PART 1

CHAHAT VOHRA

“Okay Shubhangi, I have to drive back home now. Will talk later…” I said, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I grabbed my bag.

“Okay okay, I’m also wrapping up to go home,” her voice chirped through the other end before the call ended.

I tucked my phone into my bag and made my way toward the parking lot. But just before I reached my car, something made me pause.
A familiar engine sound.
A car pulled up slowly, honked once.

It looked exactly like Arsh’s car.

Confused, I squinted, trying to read the vehicle number — but before I could, he honked again.

My arms folded across my chest. I didn’t move.
The message was clear.

Even from a distance, I could feel him shaking his head — probably muttering something under his breath. A second later, the car door opened.

And then, like a scene straight out of a romantic movie, he stepped out.

Black shirt, sleeves rolled up casually around his forearms, light blue jeans hugging his long legs just right, and sneakers that made him look like he just walked out of a magazine cover. He slowly pulled off his sunglasses, the wind catching his hair slightly, and walked toward me — confident, effortless.

He stopped just one step away, his eyes narrowed with playful drama.
“Ignoring me?” he asked.

“Maybe yes,” I said, giving him the exact same expression back.

“Aisa karogi?” he asked with an exaggerated pout.

“Hanji,” I replied coolly.

“Kyu?” he asked, head tilting.

“Kyuki tum meri baat nahi sunte.” My voice had that teasing edge laced with a little real complaint.

He clutched his heart dramatically, “Haww… yeh asatya hai, priye!”

“Acha ji? Phir kyun aaye yahan? Mana kiya tha na maine?” I reminded him. I had clearly told him I would manage by myself.

“Tumhara pyaar kheench laya, jaaneman…” he said, putting on that hopeless lover tone that made me want to laugh and roll my eyes at the same time.

“Oh really? But you said you're working from home… ab khwahish ka khayal kaun rakhega?” I asked, my voice rising in mock complaint.

He grinned. “Arrey, khwahish ka khayal toh uski bua bhi rakh sakti hai… but Khwahish ki momma ka khayal toh Khwahish ke papa hi rakh sakte hain na?” he said, blushing like a teenager in love.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “And Khwahish ki bua ka dhyan kaun rakhega?”

“Khwahish ki bua ki bua,” he replied with a smirk.