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Roohi's POV
Present time...

I was really happy as I could see the difference on the very first day. He was so concerned about my changed behavior. And he was shocked when I started talking about other men, like the way he had been talking to me about other girls, all those years, intentionally or unintentionally, especially when I showed interest in Siddh and Parshav.

I loved to see that look on his face, which I saw only discreetly, through hooded eyes as I was pretending that I couldn't take my eyes off them.

Then Garv came to talk to me and... Oh, it felt so good to see him getting all worked up. He was not paying heed to any of the girls present at the wedding or the wedding of our best friends.

He was ogling at me all night... And glaring at all men, I showed interest in and vice versa as usual.

The next day had been nothing short of bizarre; when I reached the hospital, I saw some deliveries of flowers, cards, and even a gift box from a mysterious admirer, leaving me both flattered and confused. The message on the card was sweet, almost poetic, but a bit weird.

Who sent them?
I was still thinking about them when Vihan walked into my department. I could feel his eyes on me before I even looked in his direction.

He saw me, and he noticed something was different. Maybe it was the dress or the bindi—or the fact that I’d switched my earrings for once. His greeting was casual, but there was tension in his voice when he asked what was going on.

When I showed him the card and explained about the gifts, his reaction was immediate—and intense. The irritation in his voice was unmistakable as he demanded to know who sent them. He even interrogated the poor delivery man! For a moment, I thought he was overreacting, but then his anger took a strange turn. He told me to throw everything away as if the gifts were some kind of threat.

I couldn’t help but smile at his protective streak, even though it felt unnecessary. But then, when I joked that the gifts might be from Garv, his expression changed. He looked... unsettled. The idea of Garv sending me flowers genuinely bothered him.

Why, though? Was it just his usual overprotectiveness, or was there something more to his frustration? I pushed the thought aside, telling myself not to read into it.

As we left for Mihir’s place, I noticed how quiet Vihan had become. It was unlike him, and it left me wondering—was his reaction to the gifts really about concern for me, or was it about something else entirely?

At Mihir’s apartment, things got even stranger. Vihan teased Mihir like he always did, but Mihir wasn’t in the mood. His pale, tired face looked so unlike the Mihir I knew. Something was definitely off, but instead of addressing it, Vihan’s frustration from earlier seemed to linger, making the whole situation feel heavier than it should have been.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Vihan had reacted to the gifts. There was something in his eyes—something possessive, something he wasn’t saying out loud. And for the first time, I wondered if Vihan’s protectiveness wasn’t just about being my best friend. Maybe there was more to it.

The day kept getting stranger. After everything with Mihir, I returned to the hospital, only to find Garv waiting outside my department. While I was surprised, Vihan’s reaction was downright hostile. He questioned Garv relentlessly, his tone sharp and territorial. It was like he couldn’t bear the idea of Garv being anywhere near me.

Garv, on the other hand, remained calm, even amused, and explained that he was here to see me about our upcoming dinner date. Vihan’s annoyance skyrocketed, and I couldn’t understand why he was so worked up. He even accused Garv of being the one sending me flowers and gifts, but Garv denied it, leaving me more confused.

Their banter was exhausting, and Vihan’s protectiveness was stifling. When Garv finally left, I couldn’t help but feel unsettled by Vihan’s behavior. His possessiveness was unusual, almost overwhelming, and it left me questioning why he was acting this way.

Vihan’s behavior has been puzzling me lately. His protectiveness, his sharp comments to Garv, and the way he seemed to be constantly watching over me—it all felt different, almost... personal.

Today, when I tried to talk about Mihir and Gauravi, he seemed distant, almost distracted. It was like he was holding something back, something he wasn’t ready to say. But the way he looked at me? It made my heart flutter, though I didn’t want to admit it.

When he suggested we talk about us, my heart skipped a beat. Us? What did he mean by that? Was there even an "us" to talk about?

The Vihan I’d always known—a flirt, carefree, and confident—was acting differently around me. The playful teasing was still there, but there was something deeper in his eyes, something that made me feel seen in a way I hadn’t before.

And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was struggling with his emotions, too. Whatever was going on between us was confusing and unspoken.

The day was going fine until Vihan nearly lost it. It began with the cake—a sweet, thoughtful gesture from someone anonymous, which made me feel special for once. But Vihan insisted on throwing it away and he lectured me like I had committed a crime. The argument that followed was hurtful. He couldn't see that this small attention, even from a stranger, meant something to me. It wasn’t about the cake or the gifts; it was about being noticed and valued—something I’ve rarely felt outside my family.

Vihan’s reaction, his anger, his protective stance—it all felt suffocating, especially if he was supposed to be just a friend. He wouldn’t listen to me; he just dismissed my feelings as if they didn’t matter. And when he brought up my brothers, it only made things worse. According to him, I was not capable of handling myself.

The truth was, I had always lived in his shadow, hiding my feelings while pretending to be just his best friend. But now, with his overprotectiveness crossing the line of friendship I was bound to think that was I just a friend to him?

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