Vedarth's POV:
The car ride back home was unusually quiet.
For a family that spent the entire evening dancing, laughing, and being pelted with ladoos during photo sessions, the silence that followed felt like a necessary pause. As soon as they reached the house, everyone scattered—some towards their rooms, others towards the kitchen like magnets drawn to leftover sweets.
Vedarth didn’t join either party.
Instead, he stood in the living roomstaring at the reflection of fairy lights from the neighbour’s balcony dancing on the window glass. His mind kept circling back to earlier that evening—when he’d held out the silver anklet to her, casually, like it was no big deal.
But her eyes had betrayed her.
There was a moment—just one—when she took it from his palm, and her fingers brushed his. She had blinked, quickly, almost like she’d tried to stop herself from showing anything. Then came the forced smile, the too-easy “Thank you,” and she was gone again—fleeing like she always did whenever the air around them got too still, too heavy with unspoken words.
She thought it meant nothing. That he didn’t notice.
But he did.
Vedarth had always been good at sutures, at catching micro-expressions, at noticing the tremble in a patient’s hands even before the ECG beeped anything odd. He noticed Sanvi, too.
And that terrified him more than he’d admit.
He walked to his desk, picked up the empty glass of water, then set it down again. His thoughts refused to settle.
Was it even real? Or was he just imagining something that wasn’t there?
He remembered the sharpness in her voice when she argued about the flower basket. The sarcasm. The spark. The unmistakable wall behind her charm.
“Zyada soch mat, Ved,” he muttered to himself. (Don't overthink it, Ved.)
But his heart… it was stubborn tonight.
Raghav's POV:
Raghav, on the other hand, had chosen the kitchen.
He was scrolling through Instagram stories. The engagement had been a whirlwind—and honestly, a little annoying until *that* moment.
That *one* unexpected moment when Mehak had looked him in the eye and said, “I didn’t ask to be introduced to you, FYI.”
He had laughed then. Out loud. She didn’t even flinch.
God, that girl had guts.
Raghav wasn’t used to that. Girls usually giggled, acted coy, tried to show interest, even if half-hearted. But Mehak? She looked like she was ready to file a complaint against the relatives who’d shoved her forward.
And then walked away like he was the inconvenience.
Intriguing.
He smirked to himself.
"Don’t get ideas, hero," he muttered. "She didn’t even look impressed."
Still… he wondered if she thought about him after reaching home.
Because he definitely hadn’t stopped thinking about how amusingly angry she looked when the aunties kept calling her sanskari and sansanikhez.
What a mess.
What a beautiful, chaotic mess.
Later That Night....
Raghav knocked on Vedarth’s door and barged in without waiting for a reply.
"Tu abhi tak jaag raha hai?" he asked, flopping onto the bed. (You're still awake?)
Vedarth didn’t look up. "Soch raha hoon," he replied. (I’m thinking.)
Raghav narrowed his eyes. "Silver anklet wali ladki?"
Vedarth blinked. "Tujhe kaise pata?"
"Bro, main Rishabh ke saath terrace pe tha. Maine dekha tujhe usse baat karte hue. You’ve got the ‘I might be in trouble’ look on your face."
Vedarth gave a slow smile. "She’s… different."
Raghav leaned against the wall. "Different hoti hai sab. Question yeh hai—real hai ya phir tujhe bas lag raha hai?"
(Everyone seems different at first. The question is—is she really, or are you just imagining it?)
Vedarth didn’t answer for a moment.
Then—softly—he said, “I think she’s real. The kind of real that hurts a little.”
Raghav whistled low. “Dard se pyar ho gaya kya?”
(You falling for the pain now?)
Vedarth laughed, lying back on his bed. “Shayad.” (Maybe.)
There was a pause.
Then Raghav mumbled, “Mehak ka number hai kya tere paas?”
Vedarth turned his head with a raised eyebrow.
“What happened hero?" He said with a smirk.
Raghav grinned. “Idea nahi tha. Ab thoda interest aa gaya hai.”
Vedarth shook his head with a chuckle. “You’re hopeless.”
Raghav smirked. “Bas, dil lag gaya. Kya karein?” (What can I do? The heart’s taken.)
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Some nights don’t need grand confessions. Just two brothers, sharing silences, teasing, wondering—about the women who managed to slip under their skin without warning.
Vedarth, steady and composed, isn’t one to chase dreams. But Sanvi… she isn’t a dream. She’s a storm he never saw coming, soft enough to stir something real, yet fierce enough to make him question every wall he built.
Raghav, meanwhile, wasn’t ready for Mehak’s fire. But some sparks don’t need permission. They just arrive, light a corner of your world, and leave you wondering what just changed.
Let’s see where this quiet chaos leads.
Until next time—
With love,
– The Author ❤️✨
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