The night was quiet, but Vedansh's heart was anything but. He stood outside Anu's window, the cold wind brushing against his face, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the flowers in her garden. The moonlight slanted through the curtains, painting her room in silver and shadow. His throat felt tight as he pushed the window open gently, careful not to wake her too soon.

His gaze softened the moment he saw her.

Anu lay on her side, her pillow wet, her cheeks stained with dried tears. Even in sleep, her eyebrows were knitted slightly — as if her mind was still replaying the pain he'd caused. Her eyelashes were damp, clinging together, and her lips trembled faintly every time she breathed in. The sight of her broke him.

He moved closer, each step heavy with regret. When he sat beside her, the bed creaked softly. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers trembling in the air before finally brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His thumb lingered near her temple, tracing her skin lightly.

He leaned closer, his breath shaky.
First, he kissed one eyelash, then the other — his lips brushing her tears like a silent apology. Then he kissed her small, cold nose.

Anu stirred. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing changed. Then her lashes fluttered open. For a second, confusion flashed in her eyes — then a tiny smile tugged at her lips, as if her heart recognized him before her mind did. But the memory of what he'd done crashed in an instant. The smile vanished. Her face hardened.

She pushed him away roughly and sat up.

"Ouch! Anu! Taglinde!" he winced, rubbing his arm.
("It hurts!" he said softly.)

"Manchi pani aayindi," she shot back coldly.
("Good for you.")

"Why are you angry? Come here, na," Vedansh said, trying to reach for her hand.

She jerked it away. "Don't behave like you didn't do anything. Just shut up."

He sighed, frustration slipping into his tone. "Oh my god, Anu... you're being so rude."

"Huh!" she scoffed, folding her arms. "Look who's talking. The one who yelled at me like monster."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come here."

"No, I won't. You can go from here," she snapped. "Anyway, I have to pack my bags. I'm going on a trip with my brother."

That sentence hit him like a slap.
He froze for a second, the words sinking deep. Then slowly, he stood up. The calm in his face wasn't peace — it was the calm before a storm.

"What did you say?" he asked quietly, his voice deep and trembling.

"I said, I'm going with my brother," she repeated, her chin lifting in defiance.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "Say that again."

"I'm. going. with. my. brother." she said again, stressing each word.

He clenched his jaw, the tension in his shoulders visible. "I dare you to go, Anu. I dare you to go without me — and see what I'll do."

Her eyes flashed. "You can't do anything."

"Try me, baby," he said, voice low but steady. Before she could respond, he pulled her gently on his lap not in anger, but in desperation — and she stumbled into him. His arms went around her, holding her tight, and before she could push him, his lips

As he pulls her into his lap, his hands immediately find their way under her t-shirt, the warmth of her skin against his fingertips sending a jolt through his body. His fingers trace the delicate strap of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. With a swift, deliberate motion, he tugs the strap, the elastic snapping against her back. The sudden, sharp sensation makes her breathless gasp escaping her lips as his touch ignites a trail of fire across her back. The kiss is raw, hungry, and consuming. His lips press against hers with an urgency that leaves her reeling, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire.

Her lips part slightly, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. His tongue explores her mouth, tasting, teasing, and claiming every inch. The taste of her is intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and something more primal that makes him want more. His hands roam freely, tracing the curves of her body, each touch deliberate and possessive.

She feels her breath quicken, her lungs straining to keep up with the rush of sensations. Her heart races, each beat echoing the wild, unbridled passion that consumes them. The world around them fades, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the intoxicating rhythm of their breaths mingling in the space between them. The kiss is a dance of desire, a promise of more, and a testament to the undeniable connection that binds them in this moment.

Her hands trembled. She wanted to push him away again, but her heart betrayed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks instead. "ansh..." she whispered brokenly.

He loosened his hold, guilt flooding his face. "I'm sorry," he said, voice cracking. "Please... from now on, I won't shout at you. I promise, Anu."

She punched his chest weakly. "You're so bad," she said between hiccups. "Every time... every time you yell at me. You don't even listen!"

He caught her fists gently. "I know. I'm a fool. I shouldn't have shouted. I just... I lose it sometimes. But I swear, I hate myself for hurting you."

Her tears wouldn't stop. "Today you also yelled at Nidhi! She was so excited to eat Amma's food, and you took her plate. You didn't even care how small she is! You scared her, Vedansh. You—" Her voice broke again.

"I already said sorry to her," he whispered. "My little doll, she forgave me."

"What? How can she forgive you so easily?"

He gave a half smile through the guilt. "That's the little secret. My sister can forgive anyone for sweets and chocolates." He showed his bunny teeth, trying to lighten her mood, but Anu glared.

"Shut up," she said, wiping her eyes.

"I'm not shutting up until you forgive me," he said, softer this time. "What should I do? Tell me."

"I don't know," she muttered, sitting down on the bed again. Her voice was tired — like she'd cried too much already.

Vedansh sat at the edge of the bed. Without asking, he pulled her legs gently onto his lap and started pressing her feet. His thumbs moved slowly, carefully — like every touch was a wordless apology.

"Don't do this," she said quietly.

"No, let me, I like to do." he said. 

She looked down at him, tears still clinging to her lashes. "Why do you always do this, bava? You hurt first, then try to fix everything like it's simple."

He stopped for a second, his hands frozen over her ankles. "Because I don't know how to stay away from you," he whispered. "i don't know how to leave my breathe." he said and pecked her lips. she slept like that and he stopped pressing and gave a forehead kiss and left from there. 

The morning sunlight poured gently through the half-drawn curtains, spreading a soft golden glow across the living room. 

Vedansh sat on the sofa, a mug of coffee untouched on the table beside him. His phone rested loosely in his hands as his eyes scrolled over work mails, though half his mind wasn't there. He looked tired — not physically, but from the weight of last night. His face was calm, yet behind that calmness, there was still guilt and a lingering ache.

A small yawn echoed from the staircase.

He looked up and found Nidhi, her hair messy, wearing her favorite night suit dotted with cartoon prints. She dragged her tiny feet toward the sofa opposite him and plopped down with an exaggerated sigh. Her round face was still sleepy, but her eyes sparkled the moment they saw him.

Vedansh caught the look but decided to tease her. He deliberately shifted his eyes back to his phone, not reacting.

Nidhi frowned. She waited.

And waited.

Then she cleared her throat. Softly at first — ahem! — the way someone would when reminding another person of something.

Vedansh didn't move. Not even a blink.

She tried again, this time louder. AHEM!

Still nothing. His eyes remained glued to the phone, though it took every ounce of control not to burst into laughter.

Nidhi puffed her cheeks. "So this is what you call deal keeping, ha?" she muttered under her breath. "Promise made, promise forgotten!"

She crossed her little arms, glaring at him.

Vedansh's lips twitched slightly, but he kept his face straight. He swiped through his phone screen like he was reading something deeply important.

"Unbelievable!" Nidhi huffed. She got up dramatically, her small feet thumping against the floor. "I'm never talking to you again, Ved-annaya!" she declared.

Vedansh finally looked up, but only for a split second — enough to catch her angry pout before pretending to look back at his phone. The moment she stomped away, his lips curved into a quiet, victorious grin. He had to bite it down before it escaped.

She stormed off toward the kitchen, muttering, "Why do I even believe him? Big people never keep promises."

As she reached the refrigerator, she grabbed a glass to drink water. Still fuming, she opened the fridge door in one quick motion — and froze.

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened. The entire fridge — literally every shelf — was filled with cakes, pastries, chocolates, and jars of homemade sweets. Tiny notes were attached to some of them: "For my doll.", "Forgiveness accepted?", "Don't eat all at once, chocolate monster."

For a second, she couldn't even blink. Then a huge smile bloomed across her face — the kind that could melt anyone's heart. Her earlier anger vanished like it had never existed.

She clapped her hands together, squealing in excitement. "Annayaaa!" she yelled, but before Vedansh could even react, she ran full speed toward the living room.

He had just put his phone down when she crashed into him like a little tornado, wrapping her arms around him in a tight teddy-bear hug.

He laughed, startled by the sudden attack. "Whoa, what's happening?"

"Thank you!" she said, muffled against his chest. Then she looked up, stood on her tiptoes, and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Vedansh smiled — that soft, real smile that reached his eyes. "So my little drama queen finally found the surprise, huh?"

Nidhi nodded enthusiastically. "You filled the whole fridge, annaya! Cakes, pastries, chocolates — everything! You remembered!"

"Of course I did. I made a deal, didn't I?" he said, lightly tapping her nose.

"But you were ignoring me!" she pouted, pretending to be angry again.

"I had to tease you a little," he said, chuckling. "You looked so cute clearing your throat like a granny."

"Hey! I wasn't cute, I was angry!" she said, frowning — though her dimples betrayed her.

He ruffled her hair. "Angry doll is still the cutest doll."

She giggled, hiding her smile behind her hands. For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but laughter — the kind that erased the heaviness from the air.

Vedansh looked at her and thought how easily she could change the entire mood of the house. She was like sunshine — small, mischievous, yet impossible to ignore.

After a while, she sat beside him again, her expression suddenly turning thoughtful. "Annaya..." she said softly.

"Hmm?"

"I want one more thing."

He raised an eyebrow, pretending to be cautious. "One more? Didn't you just empty my wallet into the fridge?"

She giggled. "No, this one is special."

"Okay, tell me, doll," he said, leaning back, half-amused.

She clasped her hands dramatically, blinking her big eyes like a movie heroine. "We'll go on that trip, na?"

He frowned slightly. "Trip?"

"Yes! The one Anu-vadina (bhabhi) and you were talking about!" she said, voice rising with excitement. "Please, please, annaya. It'll be fun — four of us! You, me, Anu-vadina, and Rahul bava. Pretty please!"

Her little face was glowing, her eyes wide with hope, her smile stretching ear to ear. She tugged on his hand, swaying it back and forth. "Say yes, annaya. Please!"

Vedansh hesitated. The word trip instantly reminded him of last night's fight — of Anu saying she would go without him. His chest tightened for a second. He looked away, trying to mask the flicker of pain that crossed his eyes.

But Nidhi's innocent face didn't let him stay there for long. She rested her head on his shoulder, whispering.

"Ok if you want we will go then." he said..

"yayyy...you are the best...."

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next chapter will be so intresting guys...some will find love and feel their soul finally unite... while another will face heartbreak so deep, it will shatter everything they believed in. Love will heal one heart — and break another.