तू मेरा नहीं है, फिर भी लागे ऐसे,
तेरे बिना मैं रह ना पाऊ रे...
तू मेरा नहीं है, फिर भी लागे ऐसे,
तेरे बिना मैं रह ना पाऊ रे...
ओ रांझा वे...
रांझा वे...
बस तेरा नाम दोहराऊं रे...
The morning sun peeked through the silk curtains of Ruhanika’s hotel suite in Kashi.
The air smelled faintly of roses ,calm, peaceful until her phone started vibrating on the nightstand.
Eyes still closed, she groaned softly.
“Please not now…”
But when the name flashed on her screen, Advay❤️🫂. She sighed, grabbed the phone, and swiped up.
“Why do you always call me at the wrong time?” she muttered, pretending to be annoyed.
Advay’s chuckle came through immediately warm and teasing.
“Because annoying you is my morning cardio.”
Ruhanika rolled her eyes, a small smile sneaking up despite herself.
“So? What do you want now?”
“Oh, nothing serious,” he said casually.
“Bas itna hi kehna tha… tum raaton raat famous ho gayi ho.”
She frowned, straightening up.
“Kya bakwaas karne ke liye call kiya hai tumne mujhe? Agar haan, toh main cut kar rahi hoon.”
“Arre shaant ho jaa, Mata!” Advay’s voice turned a notch serious.
“Tujhe sach mein nahi pata kya ho raha hai?”
She laughed lightly, half-expecting another one of his jokes.
“Haan, pata hai tu pagal ho gaya hai.”
“Ruhanika,” he said firmly this time and the tone made her stop.
Whenever he called her Ruhanika instead of Ruhi, it meant something serious.
“Go and open your phone,” he said. “I’ve sent you a link. Dekh le khud.”
Her heart skipped.
She swiped open her messages, tapped on the link and froze.
Advay’s laughter echoed from the other side.
“Kya baat hai, tumne mere liye jija dhundh liya aakhir!”
“Shut up, Advay!” she snapped. “I’m not in the mood for your nonsense. Just—just get this off the internet. Right now!”
“Yes, madam!” he said, still half-laughing.
“But too late, Mahadev ne trending bana diya hai tum dono ko.”
She ended the call with a sigh.
Her phone kept buzzing messages, notifications, hashtags flooding her screen.
#VihaanSolankiinlove
#TempleLoveStory
#MahadevConnection
She shut her eyes. “Unbelievable… of course the whole world finds out before I even process it.”
But even as she tried to calm her thoughts, her mind went back to that moment.
The way his voice had dropped low.
The way he’d looked at her steady, unshaken, almost knowing.
The way his heartbeat had thudded beneath her palm.
Why does his face still linger?
Why does that one line keep replaying in my mind?
A strange warmth rose in her chest.
She shook her head.
“No, Ruhi. Don’t even go there,” she muttered.
Yet the faintest smile betrayed her lips.
Outside, the temple bells of Kashi rang softly as if the city itself knew her story had only just begun.
The same sunlight that spilled across her room stretched across the river gliding over the ghats, dancing on the hotel glass where he stood.
Across town, at the Solanki family’s suite, chaos had already erupted though not the kind one might expect.
Vihaan stepped out of the shower, towel around his neck, a simple black T-shirt clinging to his shoulders, track pants hanging low on his hips.
His ocean-blue eyes caught the sunlight effortlessly breathtaking, unbothered, unaware.
He hummed softly, scrolling through his playlist, when the ringtone sliced through the calm.
Sam👑🔥.
He smiled, answering.
“Good morning, Sam.”
“Good morning?” she repeated dramatically.
“Are you serious right now, Mr. Viral Sensation?”
Vihaan frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, so you don’t know?” she teased.
“Check your phone, Romeo. The whole internet is calling it ‘The Temple Collision of Destiny.’”
He unlocked his phone.
And there it was.
Her in white.
Him in cream.
Frozen mid-moment, like a frame from a film.
He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
He wasn’t shocked, or angry.
He was simply… still.
The world around him blurred.
All he saw was her, the startled intensity in her eyes, the unguarded truth on her face.
It hit him harder than he’d admit.
“Vihaan?” Samaira’s voice broke his trance.
He smiled faintly. “Guess Mahadev really wanted me to remember her.”
Samaira burst out laughing. “So you do like her!”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “I don’t even know her name yet, Sam.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, half-teasing. “Keep telling yourself that, Mr. Not-in-Love.”
Before he could answer, Meera’s voice echoed from the suite.
“Vihaan! Breakfast!”
“Let’s talk later,” he said, grinning. “Aur jyada khayali pulao mat banana.”
Samaira giggled. “Woh toh tum bana rahe ho, Mr. Not-in-Love.”
She hung up, still laughing.
Vihaan chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
But before he pocketed his phone, he looked at the photo again.
The glow of the screen lit his face.
Maybe, somewhere he knew she was chaos wrapped in calm.
That’s why he couldn’t look away from her.
For the first time in a long while, Vihaan Solanki didn’t mind being seen.
Because if this was how fate chose to write his story,
he was already falling for the first line.
Without knowing if she would ever look back.
When he walked into the dining room, laughter filled the air.
Meera, his mother, was showing something on her phone to Rajveer, Divyani, and Rajendra.
“Dekha, Rajveer?” Meera teased. “Kashi mein toh Mahadev bhi matchmaking kar rahe hain hamare bete ke liye!”
Rajendra laughed heartily. “Arey Vihaan beta, pehli baar kisi ladki ke saath tera photo dekh raha hoon woh bhi mandir mein!”
Vihaan rubbed his neck, embarrassed. “Dadaji, please…”
Divyani interrupted, eyes twinkling. “Ab toh mujhe shaadi ki tayyari shuru kar deni chahiye.”
Rajveer added with a smirk, “Sahi kaha Maa. Waise beta, yeh Mahadev ka aashirwad hai ya warning?”
Vihaan sighed, smiling helplessly. “Aisa kuch bhi nahi hai. Aap sab bas kuch bhi soch rahe ho.”
The room burst into laughter again.
But as they laughed, Vihaan’s gaze drifted to the window where the sunlight poured in golden ribbons.
He didn’t care about the trending hashtags.
Or the chaos outside these walls.
He thought quietly,
“Pehli baar aisa laga ki shor ke beech sukoon mil sakta hai.”
The news screamed her name.
But all he heard was silence, the kind that only her eyes could fill.
Because somewhere between that temple moment and this morning
he had already begun to fall.
And across the city, she felt it too, the silence that hummed his name.
✍️ Author’s Note
Whose reaction did you love more
Ruhi’s denial or Vihaan’s calm smile?
💬 Tell me in the comments!
✨ Don’t forget to vote if you felt the collision of destiny.
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