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...
I reduced the target because ik many readers has stopped reading the book because of the trauma. (Rona aa rha hai 😭 kya mtlb trauma hai toh nhi padhoge, it's all a phase and the votes motivates us to write).
But anyways it's your preference if you want to read it all togather. Par khatam hone ke baad agar vote nhi kiya😃🔪.
Akshat was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes still lost in the corner of the room when the soft sound of anklets broke his haze. He turned, and there was Amrit walking in, holding a plate of food carefully in her hands.
The moment their eyes met, his face stiffened slightly, as though caught off guard. He quickly stood up, walking toward her in a hurry.
"Tum kyun laayi? Mai aa hi raha tha," he said almost defensively, as if he needed to explain himself, and without waiting for her to argue, he gently took the plate from her hands.
Amrit gave him a small, warm smile and sat down on the bed. "Haan... but mai bas aapke sath dinner karna chahti thi," she said softly, patting the space beside her.
He hesitated for a second but then sat down beside her, the closeness between them already warming the air. She tore off a small piece of roti, dipped it into the sabzi, and brought it carefully toward his lips.
But instead of opening his mouth, Akshat caught her wrist midair, surprising her. With quiet determination in his eyes, he guided her hand back toward her own mouth and whispered gently, "Pehle tum."
Her heart fluttered as she shyly obeyed, taking the bite herself while her gaze stayed fixed on him. Then, she quickly tore another piece and pushed it toward his lips insistently, this time not letting him resist. He finally opened his mouth and accepted it, the corners of his lips tugging in the faintest of smiles.
They continued this way, feeding each other alternately, the intimacy of the moment filling the silence more than words ever could. Every few bites, he would pause to brush her fingers lightly, or she would giggle softly when he deliberately chewed slowly, as if prolonging the excuse to stare at her.
At one point, a small streak of curry touched the corner of her lips. Without saying anything, Akshat leaned closer and with the pad of his thumb, gently wiped the stain away.
After finishing the last bite, Akshat placed the empty plate aside and stood up briefly. He pulled the blanket over the bed, smoothing it with his hands, and then walked back to her side. She was still sitting quietly, her eyes following his every move.
“Akshat..” she said gently, her voice steady but her eyes soft with concern.
He looked at her, helpless, as if he were a child again caught in the middle of a nightmare.
