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(Uper wali feelings vihan ki hai. )

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Vihan is no less than krish but he doesn't keep the girls in dark, he always makes it clear that it is just casual date. Nothing more. 🤣😂

Agar itne flirt aadmi se disti karni hai to hamara vihan kya bura hai. Hai na??

Moreover he is still Roohi's best friend, who will do anything for her... Better than Krish, right? ☺️☺️😁😁😁

Bhai jaldi jaldi vote karoge to shayad ek do uodates aur de doon. Aaj ke is paavan avsar pe. 🙏😍😍❤️❤️

Aaj aashiqon ka tyohaar hai to sab ko yeh tyohaar bahut bahut mubarak ho.

Aur agar aap aashiq nahi hain abhi ya aap ke paas aashiq najin hai, so don't worry, kisi gyani (Shahrukh Khan) ne bola tha ki woh jo uper baitha hai na us je har kisi ke liye kisi ek ko banata hai. So wait for that person to meet you.

Us rab ne jab dil diye,
Dil ke do tukde kiye
Dono pe ik naam likha
Ek Radha ek shyam likha... ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Vihan's POV

She threw her arms around him, ignoring the crowd as she kissed his cheek. “Of course, darling. Since you said you were busy, I thought of coming here. But why didn't you tell me you were coming here?”

"My... meeting... got canceled." He replied.

Yes! Of course!

I caught Roohi’s confused glance, her brows furrowing as Natasha clung to his arm. Perfect.

Krish, meanwhile, looked mildly irritated but kept his composure. For now.

Just then another figure appeared. This time, it was the upcoming model I’d gone on exactly two dates with before realizing she was more interested in my wallet than my wit. I knew she was an attention seeker

She wasted no time sliding up next to him, effectively sandwiching him between her and Natasha. The two women exchanged polite but icy smiles, clearly sizing each other.

Roohi’s eyes widened slightly as realization began to dawn on her. She looked at Krish, then at the women surrounding him, her expression one of polite disbelief. "Krish, you are certainly... Very popular."

"I-It’s not what it looks like," he stammered, his confidence crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide.

"Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like," Meera said, folding her arms. "Krish has a habit of saying all the right things until he gets bored. Isn’t that right, Krish?"

Ananya nodded. "And then he moves on without so much as a text. Real classy."

"Come on, guys," he said, holding up his hands as if to ward off their accusations. "That’s not fair. Things just... didn’t work out."

"Is that what you told me?" Niya shot back. "Because I distinctly remember you ghosting me after saying you wanted to 'take things slow.'”

"And me," Ananya added. "You said you ‘needed space,’ but then I saw you with her." She pointed at Meera.

By now, Krish looked like he was about to pass out. Roohi, meanwhile, had gone from polite confusion to barely concealed amusement.

"Well," she said, her voice laced with irony, "it seems like you’ve been quite the busy man, Krish."

"I-I can explain," he stuttered, but the damage was done.

The women didn’t stop there, casually recounting stories of his various lies and empty promises, each one landing like a punch to his already fragile ego.

And me? I was loving every second of it.

I leaned back against the bar, my arms crossed as I watched Krish squirm under the weight of his actions. The satisfaction was almost too much to bear.

Krish was shocked by now, his annoyance barely concealed as he glanced at Roohi, who looked like she wasn’t sure whether to be amused or irritated.

And then came the last guest. Tara, his latest ex-girlfriend, still hadn’t quite gotten the memo that we were better off as friends. She waltzed in like she owned the place, her eyes lighting up when she spotted him.

“Krish” she cried, her voice cutting through the room like a spotlight. “I didn’t know you’d be here, it seems even the god wanted us to be together!”

By this point, he was surrounded, each woman trying to tear him apart. Krish, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“Ladies,” he said, holding up his hands. "let’s not make a scene.”

“Scene?” Natasha scoffed. “Oh, honey, you should have thought of it before taking advantage of all of us.”

I was trying—and failing—to hide my grin as Krish’s discomfort grew. He kept glancing at Roohi as if hoping for backup, but she just sipped her drink, her lips twitching with barely concealed laughter.

"Well, enjoy the evening with these lovely ladies... I must say, you are truly Viren's friend in every sense. Have a nice time. " Roohi said and went away after excusing herself.

When women finally moved on, leaving Krish to stew in his humiliation,  he slinked away, tail firmly between his legs, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

Mission accomplished.

But the jealousy bubbling within me was foreign, unfamiliar. Roohi was my best friend. She always had been. That’s all she was, wasn’t she? Then why did the idea of anyone else getting close to her feel like a personal affront? Why did I want to walk over to that man and tell him to back off?

My thoughts churned as I ordered a drink, my gaze never leaving her. She deserved someone who could protect her, cherish her, and understand her. Someone who was able to bring a smile to her face.

The thought that it might not be me sent an unexpected pang through my chest.

By the end of the night, I’d had enough. That new admirer had left the party, and she was engrossed in a conversation with her sisters-in-law. I slipped out of the bar quietly, my thoughts swirling.

Once in my car, I opened my phone and stared at the picture I’d taken of the man. I needed to know who he was. He could be the perfect gentleman, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I’d have him investigated thoroughly.

As I drove home, my mind wandered back to Roohi. Her laughter, her smile, the way she’d looked in that dress—it was all etched into my memory. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.

I didn’t just want to protect her. I didn’t just want to keep her safe from people like Garv or this new admirer.

I wanted her.

The thought unsettled me, yet it also brought a strange sense of clarity. I wasn’t sure what to do with it yet, but one thing was certain: no one else was good enough for Roohi.

Not now. Not ever

Because no one—no one—would take her away. Not while I was around.

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