Tere Saath Saath Aisa
Koi Noor Aaya Hai
Chand Teri Roshni Ka
Halka Sa Ek Saaya Hai
Teri Nazaron Ne Dil Ka Kiya Jo Hashar
Asar Yeh Hua..
Abb Inmein Hi Doob Ke Ho Jaaun Paar
Yahi Hai Dua
Aankhon Mein Teri
Ajab Si Ajab Si Adayein Hai
After his words faded into the air, she stood frozen for a heartbeat — eyes locked with his, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and irritation.
The comeback she wanted to throw never made it past her lips.
So she did the only thing she could — narrowed her eyes, turned away, and walked off, her steps sharp against the marble floor — leaving behind the faint scent of raspberry and a heartbeat he couldn’t explain.
Vihaan didn’t call out. He just stood there, watching her retreating figure until it melted into the golden glow of the temple gates.
Ruhanika exhaled deeply, her heartbeat still uneven, and pulled out her phone.
“Driver, car nikaalo,” she said softly.
Her voice was steady, but her pulse wasn’t.
On the other side of the courtyard, Vihaan was still standing where she’d left him — hands folded against his chest, gaze fixed on the temple gates that had just swallowed her silhouette.
“Bas bhi kar, Vihaan,” Meera’s voice broke his trance, teasing and warmth. “Kitna dekhte rahega? Kya pyaar ho gaya tujhe pehli nazar mein?”
Rajveer laughed under his breath, while Divyani chuckled, “Lagta hai Mahadev ka ishara mil gaya hain.”
Vihaan blinked once, dragging his eyes away. “Aisa kuch nahi hai, Maa. Let’s go. Aarti ka samay ho gaya.”
Meera smiled knowingly, exchanging a look with Rajveer as the family moved toward the Garbhagriha — leaving behind a young man who, for the first time in years, didn’t quite understand what his heart was trying to say.
The Garbhagriha shimmered in gold and smoke. The rhythmic chant of “Om Namah Shivaya” echoed off the marble, steady and sacred — but Vihaan’s heartbeat refused to match its rhythm.
He folded his hands before the Shivling, eyes lowered, but his mind… wasn’t there.
That faint scent of raspberry still lingered in the air — or maybe just in his memory. The moment kept replaying on a loop: her startled eyes, the way her fingers had clutched his kurta, the rush of warmth between them when the flowers fell. Every time he closed his eyes, her face appeared — and his heartbeat shot up.
He blinked, trying to focus.
Control, Vihaan. He was confused about why he said that line to her — and how his voice had softened in a way he didn’t recognize.
But as he lifted his gaze to the sacred flame circling the deity, the thought melted. The flame flickered — wild, untamed — and for the briefest second, he saw her silhouette in it.
He shook his head, trying to focus on the ongoing aarti, but she was everywhere — in every sound, every flicker, every whisper of incense.
Meera glanced at him from the side, watching his faraway expression, and smiled faintly. Rajveer leaned closer, whispering, “Humara beta toh gaya kaam se.”
She hid her laugh behind her dupatta.
Vihaan exhaled deeply, as if trying to steady something inside him. But the more he tried, the more his heartbeat echoed — a rhythm that didn’t belong to logic anymore.
After the aarti, the Solanki family greeted the head priest and a few temple patrons.
Vihaan smiled politely, folded his hands when addressed, and listened as the priest spoke about Mahadev’s blessings and divine timing.
But half of what was being said never truly reached him.
His gaze kept flicking toward the entrance — half-expecting, half-hoping she’d still be there.
The courtyard glowed under the evening lamps, children ran around playing with petals, devotees exchanged Prasad — yet his focus was lost somewhere else entirely.
When the priest mentioned, “Mahadev apne bhakton ko hamesha sahi samay par milata hai,” Vihaan’s lips curved into a small, unreadable smile.
Maybe Mahadev really does plan things… differently.
He wasn’t sure if he believed it — but tonight, it didn’t feel impossible.
Outside the temple, Ruhanika sat quietly in the backseat of her car. The city moved around her — blurs of light, chants fading into the hum of traffic.
She leaned her head back, exhaling slowly.
What was that?
She had come to the temple to find peace, not… this strange confusion, this strange feeling.
The memory of his words brushed through her thoughts again — “Lagta hai Mahadev ne bhi socha, milna toh aise hi chahiye.”
Her brows knitted together. “Pata nahi kya samajhta hain khudko,” she muttered under her breath.
But the irritation didn’t feel convincing.
Because behind that arrogance, there had been something else — something steady in his eyes.
Something she couldn’t read… or maybe she could.
She shook her head, opening her purse just to distract herself, pretending to scroll through her phone. But her reflection in the window betrayed her — those slightly parted lips, that lost look in her eyes.
Pull yourself together, Ruhi, she told herself silently. He’s just another man.
She didn’t know yet — destiny had already chosen him for her.
Still, as the car turned toward the hotel, her fingers brushed the empty spot on her ear — and something inside her ached quietly. She realised it had dropped again. She searched near her seat but couldn’t find it.
Then she remembered — it may have fallen when she collided with him. Panic flickered across her face. That earring wasn’t just jewelry — it was the one her mother had gifted her on her tenth birthday. Priceless, irreplaceable.
Her heart sank. But she couldn’t do anything now.
“Ma’am, we’ve reached the hotel,” the driver’s voice came.
She blinked, cleared her throat, and nodded silently.
By the time she reached her suite, the world had gone quiet again. She placed her dinner order and stepped into the shower, hoping the water would wash away everything — the confusion, the chaos, the memory of his eyes.
But when she finally closed her eyes that night, it wasn’t Mahadev’s chants that echoed in her mind —
it was his voice, soft and teasing, saying her destiny’s first unscripted line.
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