29 | A trip to Rajasthan

Satish walked into his house that evening with a mission.

The moment he stepped into the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his rough, stubbled jaw. The faint red marks on his skin where Sharayu’s delicate skin had been irritated because of his beard flashed in his mind, and that was it.

He picked up the razor without hesitation.

***

30 Minutes Later – The Rajvanshi House

Satish stepped out of his room, freshly shaven, running a hand over his now smooth, beard free face.

And then—

All hell broke loose.

“OH MY GOD!”

Vanya’s scream echoed through the entire house, loud enough to scare their poor house help into nearly dropping a glass.

Daksh, who had been lazily scrolling through his phone on the couch, looked up and immediately choked on air. “WHAT THE—BHAI?!”

Their grandmother, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, clutched her chest as if she had seen a ghost.

Their father narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

And their mother?

She gasped. “Who are you? What have you done with my son?!”

Satish rolled his eyes, arms crossed. “Oh, come on. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?!” Vanya marched forward, gripping his chin in her hands, tilting his face side to side as if examining a crime scene. “WHERE. IS. YOUR. BEARD?!”

Daksh still looked like he was recovering from shock. “Bhai… You look like a college kid.”

Their father nodded in agreement. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“I think I forgot how small your face actually is,” their mother muttered, squinting.

Their grandmother sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “I am too old for this kind of shock. First, no wedding, now no beard. What is happening in this house?”

Vanya gasped as if realization had just hit her. “WAIT. THIS IS BECAUSE OF SHARAYU BHABHI, ISN’T IT?!”

Everyone turned to look at him.

Satish, for the first time in his life, regretted ever stepping out of his room.

“No.”

“YES!” Vanya pointed an accusing finger. “YOU LOVE HER SO MUCH THAT YOU SACRIFICED YOUR PRECIOUS BEARD?! YOU USED TO SAY YOUR BEARD WAS YOUR PRIDE, BHAI!”

Their mother “linked. “Wait… this is for Sharayu?”

Daksh whistled. “Damn. Bhai is down bad.”

Satish groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay, can we all calm down? It’s not that serious—”

“OH, IT IS THAT SERIOUS.” Vanya turned to their mother. “Maa, do you remember the last time he shaved completely?!”

Their mother tapped her chin. “I think… when he was in college?”

“EXACTLY! He hasn’t done it in YEARS! And suddenly, after spending time with Sharayu, he just shaves?! DO YOU NOT SEE THE CONNECTION?!”

Satish pinched the bridge of his nose, losing the will to live.

Daksh grinned, elbowing him. “Bhai, you should’ve just written ‘Sharayu’s Property’ on your forehead instead.”

“Oh, that’s actually a good idea!” Vanya perked up. “I’ll get a marker—”

“ENOUGH!” Satish groaned. “Yes, fine! It was because of her, okay? Happy now?!”

Vanya gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. “HE ADMITTED IT!”

Their grandmother sighed, shaking her head. “Arrey, Satish beta, keeping a beard is a man’s pride, but loving someone so much that you remove it for them? That’s even bigger.”

Their father nodded, smirking. “Looks like the boy has fallen hard in love.”

Satish grumbled. “As if that wasn’t obvious already.”

Daksh snickered. “Bhabhi better appreciate this, bhai. Because the beard is gone, but the teasing? That’s here to stay.”

Vanya clapped her hands together. “Oh, we’re never letting this go. Ever.”

Satish suddenly wished he had just stayed in his room.

***

The next morning, Sharayu was on a mission.

And that mission was simple ignore the hell out of Satish Singh Rajvanshi.

Why?

Because he had ignored her video call. Without any valid excuse.

So, when she walked into the lecture hall, she strategically chose a seat in the middle row not too far back where he might get suspicious, but not her usual front row seat either.

Hriday, Rutuja, Arohi, and the rest of the gang slid into their seats beside her, chatting casually, but Sharayu?

She had one goal.

To not look at him.

Nope. Not even once.

Even when she heard his footsteps.

Even when she felt him enter the room.

Even when she knew, without a doubt, that he was standing at the front, watching everyone.

Nope. Not looking.

She focused on her notebook. She stared at the whiteboard. She examined the ceiling like it held the secrets of the universe.

But then—

Hriday leaned toward her, whispering in pure shock, “What the hell happened to Satish sir?”

Sharayu froze.

What?

Hriday nudged her. “Look at him.”

“I’m not looking,” she muttered stubbornly.

“No, seriously, LOOK at him.” Hriday’s voice held a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

With a deep breath, Sharayu glanced up.

And then—

She almost fell off her chair.

Satish. Without. A. Beard.

WHAT THE HELL?!

Her professor—her annoying, frustrating, too handsome for his own good professor—looked like a completely different person.

Gone was the mature, sharp, dangerously sexy look.

In its place?

A man who looked like he belonged in their class.

Like some final year college student who probably sat at the back benches, broke rules, and made girls swoon.

Speaking of swooning—

Half the girls in the room were gawking at him.

Sharayu’s eye twitched.

Oh.

Oh, she did NOT like this.

She did NOT like how that girl from the first row was whispering to her friend while giggling.

She did NOT like how the girl two rows behind her was twirling her hair.

She did NOT like how Rutuja had the audacity to nudge her and whisper, “Damn, Sharayu, your man looks fine.”

Sharayu gritted her teeth.

Oh, he was in trouble.

Satish, of course, was completely unfazed as he placed his books on the desk and leaned against the table, smirking slightly.

“Good morning, class.”

The amount of sighs that left the girls’ mouths made Sharayu want to throw her pen.

She folded her arms, refusing to look at him directly.

Oh, he wanted her attention? Too bad.

Let’s see how he liked being ignored.

But Satish—being the absolute menace that he was—caught onto her behavior almost immediately.

“Ms. Sharayu,” he called smoothly, his voice filled with amusement.

Sharayu stiffened.

“Why do you look like I personally offended you?”

The entire class turned to look at her.

She clenched her jaw. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”

Hriday choked on his laughter.

Satish raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that so?”

She nodded stiffly, still not looking at him directly.

“Interesting.” His voice dropped just slightly, teasing. “Because you haven’t looked at me once since I entered.”

Her fists clenched.

This man.

And then, as if he hadn’t already pushed his luck enough, he added in a mockingly innocent tone—

“Unless… you’re avoiding me?”

The class immediately started whispering.

Sharayu shot him a glare so sharp it could cut glass.

And Satish?

He just smirked.

Satish knew exactly what he was doing.

And Sharayu hated that she was so predictable.

Because of course, the moment he called her out in front of the whole class, everyone’s attention was on her.

And he was just standing there, completely relaxed, leaning against the desk like he wasn’t ruining her life on purpose.

Menace. Absolute menace.

Sharayu forced a smile, lifting her chin. “I’m not avoiding you, sir. I’m just… paying extra attention to my notes today.”

Satish tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Really? That’s interesting, because—” He crossed his arms, his biceps flexing under his white shirt, “—you haven’t even opened your notebook yet.”

The class burst Into laughter.

Sharayu’s face burned.

This man had no shame.

Hriday, ever the troublemaker, nudged her. “Damn, Sharayu, you’re slipping.”

“Shut up,” she muttered under her breath, quickly flipping open her notebook.

Satish, still smirking, turned back to the board and began writing something about GST registration.

But Sharayu wasn’t paying attention.

She was still fuming.

Fuming because—

1. He ignored her video call.

2. He showed up clean shaven without telling her.

3. Every single girl in the classroom was looking at him like they wanted to eat him alive.

And he was enjoying it.

Her jaw clenched. Oh, he was in trouble.

30 minutes later…

The lecture was almost over, and Sharayu had barely listened to a word.

She was too busy silently raging every time she caught a girl staring at him.

And Satish? Oh, he knew.

Every now and then, he would glance at her, his lips twitching like he was holding back laughter.

But the final straw?

The exact moment when Satish stretched slightly, rolled his shoulders, and ran a hand through his now clean shaven jaw—and the girl sitting behind her giggled.

Sharayu snapped.

The second he dismissed the class, she was the first to stand up.

But before she could storm out, a familiar voice spoke—

“Ms. Sharayu stay  back.”

She froze.

The class collectively ooooh ed.

Rutuja grinned. “Have fun, lovebirds.”

Sharayu shot her a glare, but her heart was already beating too fast.

Because now?

She was alone with him.

Inside the empty lecture hall.

And Satish was walking towards her.

Slow. Deliberate.

Like a predator who knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Sharayu turned on her heel, ignoring him.

Satish sighed. “Sharayu—”

“I don’t want to talk.” She didn’t even look at him as she picked up her bag and tried to walk past him.

But before she could take another step, he caught her wrist.

That did it.

Sharayu jerked her hand away, stepping back. Her eyes were sharp, her lips set in a firm line. “Don’t.”

Satish raised an eyebrow. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t come in front of me looking like—” She gestured at him wildly. “Like this.”

Satish blinked. “Like what?”

Sharayu crossed her arms, her brows furrowing. “Like a college student. Like—like one of us.”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “Oh? So, you don’t like how I look?”

Her jaw clenched. “No. I don’t.”

Satish took a slow step toward her. “Are you sure?”

She stepped back. “Yes.”

He tilted his head. “You don’t find me attractive at all right now?”

Sharayu pursed her lips. “Not even a little.”

Satish let out a low chuckle.

Liar.

He could see it—the way her eyes kept flickering to his face. The way her fingers twitched at her sides, like she was stopping herself from reaching out.

But he wasn’t going to call her out just yet.

Instead, he casually rolled up his sleeves, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Alright. So, you don’t like the way I look. Anything else?”

Sharayu narrowed her eyes. “Yes. Don’t touch me.”

Satish arched a brow.

She huffed. “I don’t like the way—” She threw her hands up. “Those girls were looking at you.”

Satish paused. Then blinked.

And then, he grinned.

Sharayu’s face burned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, grinning wider. “I was just processing the fact that my girlfriend is… jealous.”

Sharayu scoffed. “I am not jealous.”

Satish crossed his arms, leaning against the desk. “Right. So, you just hate my face today and don’t want me touching you—not because other girls were looking at me. Just… because.”

“Exactly.”

“Uh huh.”

Sharayu clenched her jaw. “And another thing.”

Satish sighed dramatically. “Oh boy, here we go.”

“Why did you shave your beard?”

At that, his smirk softened into something more tender.

He studied her for a moment before answering, “Because I noticed yesterday that my beard was irritating your skin.”

Sharayu froze.

Her lips parted slightly. Her fingers twitched.

And then, her expression snapped back to annoyance.

“Did I ask you to do that?”

Satish frowned slightly. “No, but—”

“Even if it was hurting me—” She gestured at him again, frustration lacing her voice. “Did I say I wanted you to get rid of it?”

Satish paused. “…No.”

Sharayu huffed, stepping closer. “Then why did you do it?”

Satish blinked. “Because I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes searched his face. And then, she scoffed.

“You’re an idiot.”

Satish raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Sharayu sighed dramatically. “Do you have any idea how much I loved your beard?”

Satish stared at her, completely thrown off. “You… loved my beard?”

“Yes!” She threw her hands up again. “It made your jawline look sharper, your face look more structured, and—” She paused, looking slightly embarrassed before grumbling, “It suited you.”

Satish’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Ah. So, you did find me attractive with the beard.”

Sharayu’s face heated. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “You sure you don’t want me to touch you?”

She stepped back. “Not until it grows back.”

Satish hummed, tilting his head. “That’s gonna take a while.”

“Exactly.”

Satish grinned. “So you’re saying you won’t let me kiss you until then?”

Sharayu froze.

Satish took another slow step toward her. “You’re really going to hold out for that long?”

Sharayu steeled herself. “Yes.”

Satish’s smirk grew. “You sure about that?”

Her throat went dry.

Because Satish had closed the distance between them.

His warm breath fanned against her face, and his fingers brushed her wrist—deliberate, teasing.

And then, he leaned down, his lips ghosting over her ear.

“Because I don’t think you can resist me for that long, sweetheart.”

Sharayu’s breath hitched.

Her pulse went wild.

Her fingers curled into fists, trying to fight the urge to grab him by the collar and—

No. No. She had to stay strong.

So, instead, she did the only thing she could think of.

She shoved him away.

“Go away, Rajvanshi.”

Satish chuckled. “You sure you want that?”

Sharayu turned around and stormed off.

Satish leaned against his desk, still smirking as he watched Sharayu storm off.

But just as he was about to turn away, she came back.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Changed your mind already, sweetheart?”

Sharayu didn’t say a word.

Instead, she walked up to him, standing so close that he could feel her warmth radiating off her body.

Satish stilled. His smirk wavered, curiosity flickering in his dark eyes.

And then—her soft fingers caressed his cheek.

A sharp exhale left his lips.

Sharayu’s touch was featherlight, her fingertips tracing his freshly shaven skin, mapping every inch as if memorizing it.

Satish’s jaw tensed.

“Sharayu—” His voice was husky, but before he could finish, she leaned in.

And kissed his cheek.

His breath hitched.

The warmth of her lips lingered against his skin, sending a jolt of something dangerous straight through him.

And then, she pulled back slightly—only enough to meet his eyes.

“You look cute,” she whispered, smirking.

Satish’s heart slammed against his ribs.

She was teasing him. This little—

Her fingers gripped his jaw, tilting his face slightly.

And then—she pulled his cheeks.

Satish’s eyes widened. “What the—”

Sharayu giggled. “Aww, Satish, you actually look cute for once. I think I like this.”

Satish’s nostrils flared. “Sharayu—”

But she was already grinning, reaching for her phone.

“Wait—”

Click.

Satish groaned. “Did you just—”

“Take a selfie? Oh, absolutely.” Sharayu smirked, flashing the screen at him.

There they were—her beaming like she’d won the lottery, and him looking half annoyed, half dazed.

Satish ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I hate you.”

Sharayu’s smirk grew. “No, you don’t.”

She started stepping back, still grinning, still teasing.

And then, just to push him over the edge, she called over her shoulder—

“You don’t look bad in a clean shave, Satish Satish’s jaw ticked.

His patience was hanging by a thread.

And that thread?

It just snapped.

Before she could take another step, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.

A gasp left her lips.

Her back collided with his chest, and before she could process it, his arms wrapped around her, locking her in place.

“Satish—!”

Satish’s voice was low, dangerous.

“Oh? I don’t look bad, huh?”

Sharayu swallowed. “I—I mean, not that bad—”

His lips brushed her ear.

“Not bad?” he repeated, his tone mocking.

Sharayu’s breath stuttered.

His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer—too close.

Her pulse skyrocketed.

“Say that again,” he murmured.

Sharayu squeaked.

Her back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around her like a cage, and his warm breath teased her ear.

Sharayu’s pulse skyrocketed.

“Say it again, sweetheart,” Satish murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

Sharayu squeaked.

She tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he only tightened his grip, his fingers pressing into her waist just enough to make her shiver.

“Satish,” she whispered, warningly.

“Yes, my love?” he hummed, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Sharayu clenched her eyes shut.

Nope. No. Absolutely not.

She was not going to melt.

She was not going to let him win.

“You don’t look bad,” she managed, forcing her voice to stay steady. “But—”

His grip tightened.

Sharayu gulped.

“But?” he repeated, softer this time, more dangerous.

“But I still prefer you with a beard,” she blurted out.

Satish stilled.

Then, he sighed—dramatically.

“So my girlfriend prefers me looking like a caveman?”

Sharayu huffed. “Excuse me! Your beard was perfect. It made your jawline look sharper, and you—”

She stopped.

Oh no.

Satish was grinning.

“So you do stare at my jawline, huh?”

Sharayu froze.

Damn it.

Satish chuckled. “Don’t stop now, sweetheart. What else do you stare at?”

Sharayu whipped around, glaring at him. “You are so—”

But before she could finish, the classroom door creaked open.

Rutuja, Hriday, Arohi, Vrushal, Kunal, and Gayatri walked in.

And then—

They stopped.

Stared.

And grinned.

Sharayu realized their position—her body practically plastered against Satish’s, his arms still locked around her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

Oh.

Oh, crap.

“You guys…” Rutuja smirked. “Need a moment?”

Sharayu jumped away from Satish so fast she nearly tripped.

“I—no! We were just—he was just—!”

“Oh, we saw,” Hriday smirked. “Satish Sir was definitely just…” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Satish, the shameless menace, simply crossed his arms.

“I’m her boyfriend,” he said, unbothered. “I can hold her if I want.”

Sharayu’s soul left her body.

“Satish!” she hissed.

But her friends howled with laughter.

Arohi whistled. “Damn, Sharayu. No wonder you posted those sunflowers with no caption. This is love.”

Vrushal smirked. “And here I thought you’d be the shy one in the relationship.”

“I AM THE SHY ONE!”

Hriday raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Sure. That’s why you were blushing and clinging to him like your life depended on it.”

Sharayu groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Satish, meanwhile, was having the time of his life.

“Enough teasing,” he said, but he was grinning. “Go sit down.”

Hriday muttered, “Possessive boyfriend mode: activated.”

Sharayu kicked his shin.

***

The day had been chaotic, hilarious, and utterly exhausting.

After all the teasing and drama in college, Sharayu just wanted to go home, change into comfy clothes, and pass out.

Satish, on the other hand?

He was annoyingly relaxed.

They walked side by side as he dropped her home, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, that smirk never leaving his face.

“So,” he drawled. “Still mad at me for shaving?”

Sharayu shot him a glare. “Very.”

Satish chuckled. “Yet you kissed me.”

Sharayu’s face burned. “It was a… pity kiss.”

Satish stopped walking.

He turned to her, crossing his arms. “Pity kiss?”

Sharayu gulped.

That tone.

That look in his eyes.

She was in danger.

Before she could react, Satish grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

Too close.

Her breath hitched as his face hovered just inches from hers, his freshly shaven jawline sharp enough to make her weak.

“Want me to give you a real kiss, then?” he murmured.

Sharayu’s brain short circuited.

“I—I have to go home,” she blurted, snatching her wrist away and running toward the gate.

She heard Satish’s low chuckle behind her.

Damn him.

***

Later That Evening – Satish’s Home

Satish had just gotten home, ready to relax, when his phone rang.

His father’s name flashed on the screen.

Frowning, he answered. “Hello?”

“Satish, beta, you need to go to Rajasthan immediately.”

Satish straightened. “What? Why?”

His father sighed. “It’s urgent. There’s a property issue in our ancestral land. Some paperwork needs to be sorted, and the lawyer says it’s best if someone from the family comes in person.”

Satish rubbed his temple. Great.

His father continued, “I would have gone myself, but you know I have meetings lined up. Daksh is too young to handle this, so it has to be you.”

Satish exhaled. “How long will this take?”

“Maybe a few days, maybe a week. It depends on how fast things get sorted.”

Satish sighed. There was no way out of this.

“Alright. I’ll book my tickets.”

After ending the call, he leaned back on the couch, frustrated.

He didn’t mind helping with family matters, but Rajasthan was far, and he’d have to leave everything behind for a few days.

Including Sharayu.

And that?

That bothered him the most.

He had just gotten her to stop sulking over his clean shaven face, and now he had to leave?

Damn it.

Grabbing his phone, he texted her.

Satish: Sweetheart, I need to talk to you. Call me when you’re free.

Now, he just had to break the news to her.

And he had a feeling…

She wasn’t going to like it.

8:45 PM – Satish’s Phone Call

Sharayu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone, when Satish’s name flashed on the screen.

She answered lazily, “Hmm, what do you want now?”

Satish smirked on the other end. “Is that how you greet your very loving, very handsome, and now very clean shaven boyfriend?”

Sharayu rolled her eyes. “Yes. Now talk, I was busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Busy existing.”

Satish chuckled, but his tone turned serious. “Listen, I have to tell you something.”

Sharayu sat up. “What happened?”

There was a slight pause before he sighed. “I have to go to Rajasthan tomorrow morning. There’s some urgent family work—property issues, legal paperwork. My dad can’t go, so I have to handle it.”

For a second, she didn’t say anything.

Then—

“Wait, wait, wait. You are handling legal stuff? You?!”

Satish groaned. “Sharayu.”

“No, no, I mean… I trust your intelligence, sure. But you?? The same Satish who gets a headache when students ask too many irrelevant doubts??”

Satish pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

Sharayu burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re going to argue with lawyers, aren’t you?!”

Satish scowled. “If they talk nonsense, then yes.”

She giggled uncontrollably. “Imagine their faces when you correct their legal terms like you correct our assignments.”

“Sharayu.”

“I mean, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Lawyer, but per Section 9 of the Rajvanshi Household Law, I believe your interpretation is incorrect.’”

“Sharayu.”

“‘Also, please submit your documents in proper alignment before I deduct marks.’”

“SHARAYU.”

She finally stopped laughing, biting her lip to hold back another giggle. “Okay, okay. Jokes apart… When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

Her smile faltered slightly. “For how long?”

“A few days. A week at most.”

There was a small pause.

Then—

“Hmm.”

Satish raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? No drama? No ‘Satish, how can you leave me alone’ speech?”

Sharayu rolled her eyes. “I’m not a clingy girlfriend, excuse you.”

Satish smirked. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Then why are you pouting?”

Sharayu immediately touched her lips. “I—I am NOT!”

“You so are.”

“I AM NOT!”

Satish chuckled. “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Sharayu huffed. “Fine. Go. Abandon me. Leave me to suffer in college alone.”

Satish grinned. “Now that’s the dramatic girlfriend energy I was expecting.”

“Shut up.”

He sighed. “Listen, I know it’s sudden, but I promise I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “I know. It’s important. Go handle your work.”

Satish softened. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

He laughed. “Alright, I need to pack. But I’ll call you before I leave, okay?”

“Okay.”

“… You’ll miss me, won’t you?”

Sharayu scoffed. “Nope.”

Satish smirked. “Liar.”

“Bye, Satish.”

He chuckled. “Bye, Baby .”

Sharayu hung up and groaned into her pillow.

***

Sharayu stood outside the Rajvanshi house, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, lips pressed together in determination.

Satish had told her he was leaving this morning, but he hadn’t told her when exactly. So, like the very resourceful girlfriend she was, she had casually texted Vanya the previous night.

Sharayu: When’s your bhai leaving tomorrow?

Vanya: 7:45 AM. Why?

Sharayu: Just like that…

Vanya: Oh my god, are you coming to see him off??!

Sharayu: Shut up.

Vanya: Sharayu bhabhi, this is SO filmy.

Sharayu: If you tell him, I’ll delete you from my life.

Vanya: Noted.

So here she was.

The front door was slightly open—probably because of the early morning chaos of Satish leaving. She stepped in quietly, peeking around the living room.

The Rajvanshi Household was buzzing with activity.

Satish’s mother was stuffing homemade snacks into his already overflowing bag, scolding him about his terrible eating habits.

His father was reading the morning newspaper, shaking his head. “Take care of the work properly, Satish. Don’t get into unnecessary arguments.”

Satish sighed, struggling to zip his suitcase. “I know, Baba.”

Daksh, the ever supportive younger brother, was sitting on the sofa, smirking. “Bhai, don’t return as a married man. We don’t need another bhabhi.”

Satish shot him a glare. “Shut up, Daksh.”

Vanya was leaning against the wall, biting her lip to hold back a laugh as she spotted Sharayu standing near the entrance. She quickly walked over and yanked her inside by the wrist.

Sharayu hissed, “Vanya!”

Vanya grinned mischievously. “Bhabhi, don’t be shy. This is your sasural in the making.”

Before Sharayu could threaten her, a voice rang out—

“Sharayu?”

Shit.

She froze.

Satish was standing there, his suitcase in one hand, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you doing here?”

Sharayu glanced around, suddenly aware that everyone was now staring at her. Even Satish’s grandmother had stopped mid prayer to look at her.

She cleared her throat. “I, uh… was just passing by?”

Vanya snorted. “At 7:30 in the morning? In our residential lane?”

Satish narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. “You came to see me off?”

Sharayu crossed her arms. “No.”

Vanya elbowed her. “Bhabhi, why lie? You even asked me about the time yesterday—”

Sharayu slapped a hand over Vanya’s mouth. “SILENCE, YOU TRAITOR.”

Satish’s lips twitched. “You seriously came here for me?”

Sharayu glared at him. “Listen, don’t make a big deal out of it. I just… wanted to check if you packed everything properly. You always forget stuff.”

Daksh grinned. “Wah, bhai. True love.”

Their grandmother nodded approvingly. “Sharayu beta, you’re a good girl. This one”—she gestured at Satish—”is very stubborn. Handle him properly.”

Satish sighed. “Daadi, please—”

His mother clapped her hands. “Satish, take her with you! At least she’ll make sure you eat properly.”

Sharayu choked. “A aunty, what?!”

Satish massaged his temples. “Maa, please. She has college.”

His father chuckled. “Well, at least she came to say goodbye. That’s sweet.”

Satish’s gaze softened as he turned to look at her. “It really is.”

Sharayu felt her face heat up. “Yeah, whatever. Just… be safe, okay?”

Satish smirked, stepping closer. “You’ll miss me?”

She scoffed. “Nope.”

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes but before she could retort, Satish reached out and gently pulled her into a quick hug. It wasn’t too tight—because of their audience—but his arms lingered around her waist.

Her breath hitched.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” he murmured near her ear.

She swallowed. “You too.”

Vanya gasped dramatically. “Uff, Bollywood moment!”

Satish sighed, pulling back. “Vanya, shut up.”

His car honked outside. It was time.

He picked up his suitcase and turned back to Sharayu one last time.

“You sure you won’t miss me?” he teased.

She smirked. “I’ll miss arguing with you. That’s all.”

Satish chuckled, shaking his head. “Hopeless case.”

And with that, he walked out the door.

Sharayu watched as his car drove away.

And even though she wouldn’t admit it…

She was already missing him.

Satish had already walked out, suitcase in hand, heading toward the waiting car.

Sharayu watched from the doorway, arms crossed, pretending like she wasn’t feeling that weird tug in her chest. It’s just a few days, idiot. Get a grip.

His family was still bustling around, calling out last minute instructions. His mother was reminding him to eat properly. Daksh was teasing him. Vanya was watching Sharayu with a knowing smirk.

And then—

The car door opened.

Satish was about to step in.

Sharayu let out a small breath. There. He’s gone. You can stop feeling weird now.

But before she could fully process anything—

He turned back.

His movements were swift, almost urgent, as if something had snapped in his mind at the last moment.

And then, before she could react—

He was there. Right in front of her.

He didn’t say a word.

Didn’t give her a warning.

Didn’t care that his entire family was standing right there.

He simply cupped her face with both hands, tilted her head up, and pressed his lips against hers.

Sharayu’s eyes widened in shock.

The world around them blurred. The noise, the commotion—it all melted away as his lips moved against hers with a firm, claiming pressure.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was… possessive.

Like he was making a statement.

Like he was telling her without words—

I’ll be back.

You’re mine.

Don’t even think about ignoring me while I’m gone.

Sharayu’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively grabbing his jacket for support.

And just as quickly as he had kissed her—

He pulled back.

A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he took in her completely flustered expression.

“Now you’ll miss me, Miss me Baccha and I Love You. ,” he murmured.

Sharayu’s face was on fire. Her lips were tingling, her mind racing. “W what the hell—”

Before she could finish, he turned on his heel, jogged back to the car, and hopped inside like he hadn’t just short circuited her entire existence.

The car drove off.

Silence.

And then—

Vanya shrieked, “OH MY GOD! FILMY LEVEL: MAXIMUM!”

Daksh burst out laughing. Their mother gasped. Their grandmother smiled in approval.

Sharayu?

She was still standing there, rooted to the spot, completely dazed.

Hand flying to her lips.

Face redder than the morning sun.

And Vanya’s teasing voice echoed in her ears—

“Bhabhi, how does it feel to be the main lead of a full on Bollywood romance?”

Sharayu was still frozen in place.

Hand over her lips. Mind blank. Heart racing.

Did that really just happen?

Did Satish Singh Rajvanshi—the man who barely showed affection in public—just kiss her in front of his entire family and then smugly drive off like a hero in a Bollywood movie?!

Vanya’s loud squeal finally snapped her out of it.

“Oh. My. God. Did you guys see that?!” Vanya clutched her heart dramatically. “That was straight out of a movie! Bhabhi, how are you even breathing right now?”

Daksh snorted. “Forget bhabhi, I wanna know when exactly my brother turned into this hopeless romantic hero.” He shook his head. “I mean, he used to be so serious. No nonsense. But now?” He whistled. “One girl and he’s out here giving us prime time romance content.”

Sharayu’s cheeks burned even more. “Shut up, Daksh.”

But Vanya was on another level of excited. She grabbed Sharayu’s arm, practically jumping. “No, but seriously, you have no idea how much he has changed because of you.”

Sharayu blinked. “What?”

Their grandmother, who had been watching the whole scene with a knowing smile, finally spoke. “She’s right, beta.” She folded her hands. “Satish has never… how do I say it… been this open about his emotions. Not with us. Not with anyone.”

Sharayu frowned, heart squeezing at that.

Their mother chimed in. “He’s always been responsible, always putting family and work first. But the way he is with you…” She gave her a soft smile. “It’s different. It’s effortless. It’s like he finally lets himself be happy without thinking too much.”

Daksh grinned. “And the way he talks about you?” He shook his head. “Oh man. You should hear him when he’s on the phone with you. His voice completely changes.”

Sharayu felt her face heat up again. “W what do you mean?”

Vanya giggled. “Oh, bhabhi. When he talks to you, he suddenly has that tone—you know, that ‘you are my world’ tone.” She sighed dramatically. “It’s all deep, soft, and annoyingly romantic. Like he forgets that we all exist and only has ears for you.”

Daksh nodded. “Yeah, yeah. And don’t even get me started on the way he looks at you. He’s gone.”

Sharayu bit her lip, trying to process everything.

She knew Satish loved her. She felt it in every touch, in every look, in every stolen moment. But hearing his family—his own blood—say these things? It hit differently.

It was one thing to feel loved in private.

It was another to know that everyone else could see it too.

Their grandmother chuckled. “That boy has fallen very hard, beta.” She patted Sharayu’s hand. “And I have never seen him this happy before.”

Vanya grinned. “Sooo, bhabhi, tell us. How does it feel to have the great Satish Singh Rajvanshi wrapped around your little finger?”

Sharayu groaned, covering her face.

***

The moment Sharayu reached home, she threw herself on the bed with a sigh, already missing him.

Her phone buzzed.

Satish: Boarded the plane. Will call you once I land, sweetheart.

She stared at the message for a few seconds before replying with a simple—

Sharayu: Okay.

That should have been the end of it, right?

But no.

Because Satish Singh Rajvanshi was physically incapable of leaving her alone.

Satish: Only ‘okay’?

She rolled her eyes. Here we go.

Sharayu: What else am I supposed to say?

Satish: You could say you’ll miss me.

Sharayu: Tch.

Satish: Or that you love me so much that you’ll spend every second of your day thinking about me.

She narrowed her eyes at the screen.

Sharayu: Keep dreaming, Rajvanshi.

Satish: I will. In fact, I’ll be dreaming of you all night.

Her breath hitched.

She could practically hear his teasing voice in her head. The deep, smooth tone he used when he wanted to make her flustered.

Damn him.

Before she could reply, another text popped up.

Satish: You should dream of me too. Just saying. It’d be unfair if I’m the only one suffering.

She groaned, rolling onto her stomach, face burning.

This man.

This stupid, annoying, ridiculously attractive man.

Her phone rang.

The moment she saw his name flashing on the screen, she answered immediately, pretending not to be excited.

“Hello?”

“Missed me?”

She scoffed. “You’ve been gone for less than a day.”

Satish chuckled. “That’s not a no.”

Sharayu rolled her eyes. “How was your flight?”

“Boring. I tried to sleep, but you weren’t there to annoy me, so it was too quiet.”

She bit her lip, smiling. “Drama queen.”

He hummed. “Hmm… speaking of drama, I was expecting a more emotional goodbye from you earlier.”

“Oh my god.” She groaned. “What do you want, Satish? Should I cry on the phone now? Will that satisfy you?”

He laughed. “No need. I know you love me.”

Her breath caught for a second.

This man and his confidence.

Instead of responding, she changed the subject. “How’s Rajasthan?”

“Hot.”

“Ha. Serves you right.”

He chuckled. “You’re so cruel, sweetheart.”

“Not my fault you chose to go there.”

“I had to, baby.”

Her stomach fluttered.

She would never get used to the way he said that.

Soft. Deep. Like she was the only thing that mattered.

He sighed dramatically. “Now I have to spend days without you. How will I survive?”

Sharayu rolled her eyes. “I’ll make sure you suffer even more by not calling you.”

“Oh?” He smirked through the phone. “That just means I’ll have to call you even more.”

She gasped. “That’s not fair!”

He chuckled. “Everything is fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

She groaned. “Ugh. Just go to sleep, Satish.”

“Hmmm… only if you say something sweet first.”

She gritted her teeth. “Good night, Satish.”

“That was not sweet.”

She huffed. “Fine. Good night, my annoying professor.”

He laughed. “Good enough. Sweet dreams, baby.”

And with that, the call ended.

Sharayu stared at her screen, heart racing, feeling like a complete idiot in love.

The moment the call ended, Sharayu collapsed onto her bed, covering her face with her hands.

Because—what the hell had Satish Singh Rajvanshi done this morning?!

He had kissed her.

In front of his entire family.

Her heart pounded just thinking about it.

His parents. His grandmother. His siblings. All of them had been there.

And he had just—walked up to her, kissed her like it was the most normal thing to do, and hopped into the car like nothing happened.

What. The. Hell.

She groaned, flipping onto her stomach, her legs kicking at the air in frustration.

Why was he like this?!

Why did he never care about people watching?

She, on the other hand, had stood there frozen, probably looking like a tomato, while his entire family had grinned at her like she was their new favorite entertainment.

She could still hear Vanya’s teasing voice—

“Bhai, you should go to Rajasthan more often if this is how you’re going to say goodbye!”

And Daksh’s loud laughter—

“Bhabhi, if this is what you guys do in front of us, I don’t even want to imagine what happens when you’re alone!”

OH. MY. GOD.

She buried her face into her pillow.

This was so embarrassing.

But the worst part?

She liked it.

Her fingers lightly brushed her lips as she replayed the moment in her head.

The way he had walked towards her with that look in his eyes.

The way his hand had gripped her waist, pulling her close without hesitation.

The way his lips had moved against hers, soft yet firm, demanding yet teasing.

And then—the smirk.

That stupid, smug smirk right before he had left.

Like he knew exactly what he had done to her.

Like he knew she would be thinking about him all day.

Sharayu groaned again, hitting the pillow.

He was a menace.

An unfairly attractive, ridiculously confident menace.

And the worst part?

He was hers.

And she was hopelessly, completely, stupidly in love with him.

The moment Sharayu stepped into college, she felt it.

The absence.

The unbearable, unfair, frustrating absence of one Satish Singh Rajvanshi.

She sighed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. She had barely stepped into the campus, and she could already feel how empty it was without him.

The worst part? There were no lectures of his the entire week.

A whole. Damn. Week.

How was she supposed to survive that?!

***

She made her way toward her group, only to be greeted with teasing smirks from Rutuja and Arohi.

“Look at her, guys,” Arohi said dramatically, nudging Vrushal. “The lost lover has arrived.”

Rutuja gasped. “Oh no! Who will she secretly ogle in class now?!”

Hriday snorted. “Who will she fight with?!”

Gayatri fake gasped. “Who will make her blush like a tomato every five seconds?!”

Sharayu groaned, pressing her fingers to her temples. “You all are impossible.”

Vrushal grinned. “Correction. We are the only entertainment you’ll have this week, since your entertainment source is in Rajasthan.”

Rutuja smirked. “I bet she’ll go insane by Wednesday.”

“Tuesday,” Arohi corrected.

“Monday evening,” Hriday added.

Kunal looked at his watch. “By lunch break today, actually.”

Sharayu glared at them all. “I am perfectly fine.”

But even as she said it, she could feel the truth sinking in.

A whole week without his lectures.

No sitting in class, pretending to take notes while secretly admiring his every move.

No listening to his deep, authoritative yet annoyingly attractive voice as he explained tax laws.

No secret glances.

No smirks.

No “Sharayu, are you even listening?”

She groaned.

From the moment Sharayu sat down in class, she was a mess.

She slumped over her desk, her arms folded, her face buried in them as she groaned dramatically.

“Ughhhhhh.”

Arohi, sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow. “Well, someone is in a mood today.”

Sharayu lifted her face just enough to glare at her before dropping it back down.

“I hate this,” she mumbled.

Rutuja leaned over, smirking. “Hate what?”

Sharayu turned her face, resting her cheek on the desk, pouting like a five year old. “I hate that he’s not here.”

Her friends burst Into laughter.

Vrushal shook his head. “You’re actually suffering.”

Gayatri crossed her arms, amused. “Be honest, Sharayu. It’s not just about seeing him, is it?”

Sharayu groaned again, rolling onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “It’s everything.”

Arohi smirked. “Elaborate.”

Sharayu threw an arm over her face. “I can’t see him. I can’t talk to him. I can’t touch him. I can’t annoy him. I can’t kiss him. I can’t do anything.”

Her friends exchanged looks.

Hriday, who had been silent this whole time, finally said, “Hopeless case.”

Sharayu sat up, glaring. “I am not hopeless!”

Rutuja grinned. “Oh, but you are.”

Arohi smirked. “Madam is suffering from Satish withdrawal syndrome.”

Vrushal snickered. “Symptoms include extreme pouting, sulking, and restlessness.”

Kunal added, “And a desperate need for physical contact.”

Sharayu froze.

They weren’t wrong.

She was restless.

Her fingers twitched because she wanted to grab his hand.

Her lips felt weird because she was used to kissing him.

Her arms felt empty because she wanted to hug him.

Her ears missed his deep, teasing voice.

She groaned again, dropping her head onto the desk.

Rutuja laughed, patting her head. “Poor baby. Our Sharayu Ketkar is doomed.”

Gayatri smirked. “You need help.”

Arohi grinned. “Or a one way ticket to Rajasthan.”

Sharayu actually considered it.

But instead, she just pouted harder.

***

Sharayu stomped into her house, threw her bag on the bed, and collapsed onto it like a dying Bollywood heroine.

This was torture.

First, he wasn’t in college.

Second, she couldn’t see him.

Third, she couldn’t talk to him when she wanted.

And now?

She called him, and he didn’t even pick up?!

Unbelievable.

She grabbed her phone and stared at it like it had personally betrayed her.

A few minutes later, a text popped up.

Satish: In a meeting. Will call after some time.

Sharayu’s expression?

Pure murder.

She sat up, hugging her pillow, glared at his text, and started typing furiously.

—

Sharayu: Oh wow. First, you disappear for a week. Now, you don’t even have time to answer my call?!

Sharayu: I hate this. I hate this so much. I’m suffering. S U F F E R I N G.

Sharayu: You have a meeting. Fine. Go. Be an important businessman or whatever.

Sharayu: I’ll just sit here. Alone. Missing you. Dying.

Sharayu: You better call me the second you’re free. Or else.

—

She threw her phone beside her, folded her arms, and pouted.

Five minutes passed.

No reply.

Ten minutes.

Still no reply.

She snatched the phone again.

—

Sharayu: Oh, so you’re ignoring my texts too?

Sharayu: WOW.

Sharayu: I should have known. Men.

—

Still no reply.

She groaned loudly and rolled onto her stomach, kicking her feet against the mattress.

This was so unfair.

Just because he was a little busy, why did she have to suffer so much?!

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.

—

Sharayu: You know what? Don’t even call me. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.

Sharayu: Enjoy your meeting. Enjoy Rajasthan. Enjoy your life without me. I hope you’re happy.

—

Before she could send it, a new text popped up.

Satish: You’re sulking, aren’t you?

She froze.

Her mouth fell open.

How did he know?!

She sat up straight, typing aggressively.

—

Sharayu: I am NOT sulking.

Satish: Liar.

Sharayu: I am NOT!!!

Satish: You miss me.

Sharayu: NO I DON’T.

Satish: You’re dying without me.

Sharayu: Shut up.

Satish: Awww, my baby is cranky.

Sharayu: STOP IT.

Satish: I’ll call you soon. Calm down.

Sharayu: I AM CALM.

Satish: 😂 Sure, love. Keep telling yourself that.

—

Sharayu threw her phone away again.

That man.

That. Man.

She hated him.

She missed him.

She wanted to strangle him.

She wanted to kiss him.

Ugh.

Sharayu was still sulking, wrapped up in her blanket, when her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Satish.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she narrowed her eyes at the screen. Should she pick up? Or let him suffer for making her wait?

The phone kept ringing.

Ugh. She couldn’t ignore him. Not when she was craving his voice like a madwoman.

She swiped to answer but didn’t speak.

“Still angry?” His deep voice came through the line, smooth and teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

Sharayu huffed. “No.”

A chuckle. Slow. Deep. Dangerous.

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes, but before she could speak, his voice dropped into something softer, something that made her stomach flip.

“I missed you today.”

Her breath hitched. Just four words. And yet, they wrecked her.

She swallowed hard. “You… you were busy.”

“Mmm. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t think about you.”

She turned onto her back, gripping the phone tighter. “Liar.”

“Oh? You think I didn’t?” His voice held a wicked amusement. “I was sitting in that meeting, trying to focus on legal contracts, but all I could think about was you.”

Her stomach did a full flip. “Satish…”

“All I could think about,” he continued, voice dropping to a husky whisper, “was how soft your skin felt under my fingers yesterday. How warm you were in my arms. How much I wanted to pull you closer. How you melt into me like you were made for me.”

Her fingers tightened around the sheets. Heat crawled up her neck. “Sati—”

“I bet you’re blushing right now.”

She clamped a hand over her face. “I am not!”

His low, knowing laugh sent a slow burn through her veins. “You are. I can hear it in your voice.”

Her lips parted, but she had no argument.

“You have no idea, Sharayu,” he murmured. “How much I want to be there. To touch you. To see that blush in person. To kiss it away.”

Her breath hitched”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Stop.”

“Stop?” His voice was pure sin. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

Her stomach flipped again.

She had no answer. Because he was right.

“I can feel you, even from here.” His voice was barely a whisper now. “Tell me you miss me, too.”

Sharayu’s pulse raced. She bit her lip, refusing to give in.

But then, she heard it—a soft groan from him. Frustrated. Desperate.

“You’re torturing me, jaan.”

Her resolve crumbled.

“…I miss you.” Her voice was small, breathless.

Silence.

Then—

“Say it again.”

She closed her eyes. “I miss you, Satish.”

A sharp inhale.

“Again.”

“Satish—”

“Say it.” His voice was thick, like he was barely holding himself together.

Her heart pounded. “I miss you so much.”

A low curse from his end.

Then a pause.

Then—

“Go to sleep before I book the next flight back just to kiss you senseless.”

Her cheeks flamed. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Her stomach did an Olympic level flip.

She gasped. “Satish!”

His deep laugh made her toes curl. “Sleep, my love. Dream of me.”

And before she could respond, the call ended.

Sharayu stared at the screen.

Her heart was racing.

Her skin was burning.

And worst of all—

She really, really wanted to dream of him.

***

The car moved along the quiet countryside road, leaving behind the bustling town where Satish had settled the legal matters of his ancestral property. He was eager to return, to see Sharayu again, to feel her presence beside him.

But just as they neared a turn, his eyes caught something breathtaking.

A vast stretch of greenery, untouched and endless, surrounded by tall trees swaying with the wind. And right in the middle—a serene lake, its surface shimmering under the golden sunlight. The place felt untouched, peaceful, and beautiful.

Just like her.

Something inside him stilled.

He stepped out of the car, taking slow, measured steps toward the water. The gentle breeze brushed against his face, carrying the scent of wildflowers.

Sharayu.

Her laughter echoed in his mind, soft and free.

Her eyes, always bright with mischief, would sparkle at a place like this. She would love this. She would sit by the lake, dipping her feet into the cool water, playing with the ripples. She would pick wildflowers and twirl in the open fields.

His lips curled Into a small smile.

He could see her here.

And in that moment, he knew—he wanted this place to be hers.

Without a second thought, he made the decision. He called the local property dealer and arranged for the purchase—not under his name, but under hers.

“Sharayu Satish Singh Rajvanshi.”

His heart pounded a little at the sight of her name with his.

One day. One day, it wouldn’t just be on paper.

He let out a soft breath, staring at the lake one last time. His gift to her. Their place.

Later, as he walked through the lively bazaars of Rajasthan, the colorful chaos around him reminded him of her expressive eyes and her animated talks.

She had demanded a gift. Not just any gift, but something that reminded him of her.

His gaze roamed over the stalls until the soft tinkling of bells caught his attention.

Anklets.

Silver, delicate, intricately designed, adorned with tiny bells.

Perfect.

She loved anklets. She wore them often, and he always noticed the sound—how it followed her, how it reminded him of her presence even when she wasn’t looking at him.

He imagined her wearing these—each step she took ringing softly, letting the world know she was near.

His fingers brushed over them as he smiled to himself.

“Wrap them up,” he told the shopkeeper.

But he didn’t stop there.

He picked out gifts for everyone back home.

***

Sharayu threw herself onto her bed, her cheeks puffed out in frustration, phone pressed to her ear as Satish spoke in his usual calm and deep voice.

“So… I might have to stay back for a two more days,” he said, dragging out the words slowly, almost too carefully.

Her eyes snapped open.

“What?” She shot up, sitting upright, gripping her phone tighter. “Two more days? Satish! I already waited for a week! Do you even care? Do you even miss me? Do you even—”

Chuckling.

He was laughing.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why are you laughing? This is NOT funny.”

“Oh, it is,” he replied smoothly. “Hearing you whine like a little kid. It’s very funny.”

Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me? I do NOT whine like a kid!”

“Oh no, of course not. You just throw tantrums like one.”

She grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked it against the bed aggressively. “You—ugh! Just… go marry your work, okay? Why did I even think I missed you? I take it back. I don’t miss you. Not at all.”

“Mmm, sure,” he hummed in amusement. “Not missing me is exactly why you’ve been sulking all week, skipping lectures, and stalking my last seen.”

“I DO NOT STALK YOUR LAST SEEN!”

“Then why are you yelling?” he asked, voice laced with teasing.

Her face burned. This man!

She fell back onto her bed, covering her face with her arm. “Satish, you’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still in love with me. Tragic, isn’t it?”

She wanted to strangle him.

“I swear, if you don’t come back soon—”

“You’ll what?” he challenged, voice suddenly softer, smoother, almost dangerous. “Hmm?”

She bit her lip. She hated how easily he could change the mood, how quickly he could turn her frustration into something else.

But she wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time.

“I’ll—”

DING!

A message notification popped up. She frowned and clicked on it.

Satish: Look out of your window.

She blinked. What?

Sharayu: Why?

Satish: Just do it.

Still confused, she got up from her bed, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains aside.

And then—she froze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

There he was.

Standing right outside her house.

Looking straight up at her, smirking, hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just casually ruined her life.

Her breath caught.

“You… YOU—”

Her phone was still in her hand, and before she could yell, his voice came from the speaker.

“So… do you still not miss me?”

She whipped around, sprinting out of her room, ignoring her mother’s confused call as she RAN straight to the door.

She threw it open.

Sharayu rushed down the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest, skipping two steps at a time as she reached the ground floor. The moment she stepped out of the building, she saw him standing near his car, leaning against it, arms crossed, waiting for her with that infuriating yet devastatingly charming smirk.

She skidded to a stop right in front of him, panting slightly, glaring. “You—”

Before she could start her rant, he tilted his head and opened the car door. “Come with me.”

She blinked. “Where?”

“Just get in, Sharayu.” His voice was calm, but there was something else in his gaze—something that made her heart thump even harder.

Curiosity burned inside her, but she knew better than to argue when he got like this. So, without another word, she slid into the passenger seat.

As soon as she buckled her seatbelt, he started the car, not saying a word.

The silence was thick.

She glanced at him. “So… are you planning to kidnap me?”

He let out a low chuckle. “Would you mind?”

She rolled her eyes. “Depends. Are you going to feed me?”

“Possibly.”

She huffed. “Not a very convincing kidnapper.”

“Not a very obedient hostage.”

She bit her lip to hide her smile, looking out of the window as he drove through the city.

Minutes later, the car stopped. She looked up to see a small, secluded café tucked away in a quiet lane. It looked empty, dimly lit, warm, and cozy.

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “A café? Really? After a week of not seeing me, you brought me to a café?”

He didn’t answer. He simply stepped out, walked around the car, and opened her door. “Come on.”

She got out, still confused. The moment she entered, she realized—there was no one inside.

She turned to him in shock. “You… rented out the entire place?”

He nodded, watching her reaction. “I wanted privacy.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists. Damn him.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso, burying her face in his chest.

Satish stumbled back slightly, caught off guard, but his arms immediately came around her, holding her just as tightly.

She felt him exhale against her hair, pressing a firm kiss on the top of her head, lingering there.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, breathing him in—the scent of travel, the hint of cologne, the warmth of him.

She missed him. She hated that she missed him this much.

He didn’t speak for a long time, just holding her, letting her melt into him.

And for the first time in a week, she finally felt like she could breathe again.

She clung to him for a long moment, refusing to let go, her fingers fisting his shirt tightly. She could hear his heartbeat beneath her cheek, steady and strong, and something inside her softened.

And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed, “I missed you…”

She felt his body tense slightly before he stilled.

A beat of silence.

Then—”What did you say?”

Sharayu’s eyes snapped open. Her cheeks burned as she realized what she had just said aloud. She pressed her lips together, refusing to repeat herself.

But Satish wasn’t going to let this go easily.

He pulled back just enough to tilt her chin up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t quite hear that, Miss Sharayu. Could you repeat it?”

Her glare was instant. “You heard me just fine.”

“Did I?” he mused, his voice dripping with mischief. “I don’t think I did. Maybe say it again, louder this time?”

Sharayu huffed, pushing against his chest. “You know what? I didn’t say anything.”

He laughed, tightening his hold on her. “Oh, you definitely said something.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I—”

Before she could finish, he suddenly let go and took a step back, reaching into his jacket pocket. Without a word, he pulled out a small velvet box and a beautifully wrapped gift bag.

Her brows furrowed. “What’s this?”

“A little something from Rajasthan.” His voice was casual, but there was an unusual warmth in his eyes.

She took the bag first, unwrapping it slowly. The moment she peeked inside, her breath hitched.

Inside lay a delicate pair of silver anklets, intricately designed with tiny bells, shimmering under the dim lights of the café.

Her fingers trembled as she lifted them out, the soft tinkling sound making her heart swell.

She looked up at him, wide eyed. “You… you remembered?”

Satish smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You told me to bring you something that reminds me of you. And what could be more fitting than anklets?” He stepped closer, voice lowering slightly. “After all, you do love making noise wherever you go.”

Sharayu rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the way her heart fluttered.

She looked up at him, stunned. “Satish…”

He simply shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s just a gift. You don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”

But it was a big deal.

What he didn’t tell her—what he refused to tell her—was that this wasn’t the only thing he had bought for her.

There was something else. Something much bigger.

A piece of land. A place in Rajasthan, surrounded by a beautiful lake and endless greenery. A place he had bought under her name—Sharayu Satish Singh Rajvanshi.

But that… that was a surprise for another day.

For now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment—the way her eyes sparkled with happiness, the way she admired the anklets, the way she was still trying to fight the smile threatening to break out on her lips.

Satish took the anklet from her trembling hands, his fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting second before he slowly crouched down in front of her.

Sharayu swallowed, her breath hitching as he gently wrapped his fingers around her ankle, lifting her foot just slightly.

“Satish… what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

He smirked, gliding his thumb across the soft skin of her ankle. “Didn’t I say? I want to see how these look on you. I handpicked them, after all. They should fit perfectly.”

Her heart slammed against her ribcage.

He took his time, securing the tiny clasp around her delicate ankle, ensuring it rested snugly against her skin.

The soft tinkle of the tiny bells echoed in the quiet café, mixing with the sound of her unsteady breathing.

Sharayu bit her lip, watching as his fingers lingered—tracing, teasing, brushing just enough to send shivers up her leg.

And then—his lips pressed against her skin.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he placed a slow, deliberate kiss right where the anklet rested.

His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, sending a wave of heat down her spine.

“Perfect,” he murmured against her ankle, his lips brushing over her skin as he spoke. “Just like you.”

Sharayu gripped the table behind her, her entire body tensing as he kissed a little higher this time, just a teasing inch above where the anklet sat.

Her breath hitched.

His dark eyes flickered up to meet hers, a wicked gleam in them. “Hmm, I can’t help but think…”

She barely found her voice. “Think what?”

He exhaled deeply, his fingers still tracing slow, lazy patterns along her calf. “How beautiful your legs will look with these anklets… when they’re wrapped around my shoulders.”

Sharayu’s eyes widened instantly.

Her breath left her lungs in a rush as heat surged through her entire body. “Satish!” she whisper yelled, her cheeks turning a deep crimson.

He chuckled, dragging his palm up the curve of her calf before pulling back just slightly. “What? Just thinking out loud, sweetheart.”

She kicked him lightly on his chest with her other foot. “Your thoughts are dangerous.”

Satish caught her ankle before she could escape, pressing another lingering kiss—this time, right at the inside of her ankle, just above the anklet.

He smirked against her skin, whispering, “And you love it.”

Sharayu yanked her foot back, face burning hot as Satish grinned up at her like he had all the time in the world to tease her.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she huffed, crossing her arms, attempting to suppress the way her body still tingled from his touch.

Satish tilted his head, his dark eyes locked onto hers, slow and deliberate. “Like what?”

“Like… like you’re planning something sinful.”

He exhaled a low chuckle, pushing himself up to his full height, his hands sliding into his pockets as he took a slow step towards her. “Sweetheart, if I was planning something sinful, you wouldn’t be standing so calmly right now.”

Her heart slammed against her chest.

The teasing in his voice was dangerous—deep, velvety, pulling her into a spiral she had no way of escaping.

“Satish, behave,” she tried, her voice embarrassingly weak.

He hummed, stepping closer, and closer, until there was only an inch between them.

“That’s a problem.”

Her brows furrowed. “What problem?”

His eyes dropped to her lips for a fleeting second before meeting her gaze again.

“I never behave when it comes to you.”

Sharayu sucked in a breath, her fingers curling at her sides.

The warmth of his body wrapped around her like a second skin, the scent of him—musk, sandalwood, and something deeply male—completely messing with her thoughts.

Her knees nearly gave out when he leaned in, his lips hovering just over her ear.

“You miss me, don’t you?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, a promise, a temptation.

Her throat went dry.

“No.”

He smirked, his breath fanning her skin as his fingers skimmed down her wrist, tracing soft circles over her pulse.

“Liar.”

She clenched her jaw. “Shut up, Satish.”

His lips brushed her ear, his voice dipping into something darker, hungrier. “Say it properly, baby.”

Her breath caught.

His fingers tightened just slightly around her wrist, pulling her just a little closer, making her feel the warmth of his body against hers.

She snapped her head to the side, glaring. “I hate you.”

A full blown grin spread across his lips.

“Oh?” His thumb slowly slid up to her palm, grazing lightly. “Is that why your hands are shaking?”

She yanked her hand back. “I will murder you.”

Satish outright laughed. “You’ll have to get your hands on me first for that, sweetheart.”

She groaned, throwing her head back. “Why am I dating you?”

He leaned in once more, his nose brushing against her cheek. “Because no one else can handle you the way I do.”

Sharayu’s entire body betrayed her—her breath shuddered, her heart stuttered, and she was unable to stop the warmth pooling in her stomach.

He was so unfair.

She turned her face towards his, their lips just a whisper apart. “One day, I will flip the game, Satish.”

His eyes darkened instantly, his smirk vanishing. “Try me.”

The soft glow of fairy lights flickered across the room, casting golden shadows over the delicate fabric of the curtains, the cushions, and the cozy setup on the floor. The atmosphere was warm, intimate—crafted for comfort, for closeness, for them.

Satish guided her to sit, his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down gently until she was settled against the cushions.

Before she could say a word, he let out a deep exhale and lay down, resting his head on her lap without hesitation.

Sharayu froze.

Her heart pounded wildly at his effortless trust, at the sheer intimacy of the moment. He was never like this. Not in public. Not even when they were alone.

But here he was—Satish Singh Rajvanshi, the man who stood tall in every storm, who commanded every space he walked into, now curled up against her like she was the only place in the world he could rest.

She gulped, her fingers twitching near his forehead.

Should she…?

Would he even want her to?

Before she could decide, he reached up, took her hesitant hand, and placed it on his head.

Her breath hitched.

Satish melted.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as her fingers made contact with his scalp, his entire body sinking into her lap, as if the weight of the world had suddenly disappeared.

Sharayu’s lips parted slightly in awe.

Slowly, she dragged her fingers through his thick, dark hair, hesitantly at first, then more sure, more deliberate.

His jaw unclenched. His brows smoothed out. The tightness in his shoulders faded, and the rigid lines of his face softened into something unguarded, something deeply vulnerable.

He was… at peace.

A warmth spread through her chest. She did this.

She was his calm.

Her fingers trailed down to his temples, rubbing small circles, and the deep groan that rumbled from his chest sent a shiver down her spine.

“Sharayu…”

Her breath caught.

The way he said her name.

Low. Raspy. Completely unfiltered.

Her stomach flipped. She wasn’t sure if he was even fully awake anymore.

But then he shifted slightly, turning his face towards her stomach, nuzzling into her like he belonged there.

A strange, unfamiliar ache built inside her—the kind that had nothing to do with desire but everything to do with love.

He was trusting her with something far deeper than words.

And so, she let her fingers stay in his hair, tracing over his scalp, soothing him, loving him in the silence of the dimly lit room.

The warmth of his breath fanned against her stomach, sending tingles through her skin. His face was nestled against her lap, his eyes closed, but she could feel him completely aware—aware of her, of her touch, of the way her fingers traced through his hair like a silent promise.

Her hand paused for a second.

His brows furrowed.

“Don’t stop…” his voice was deep, husky—half asleep, half starved for her.

Sharayu bit her lip, her fingers returning to their slow, deliberate strokes.

Satish exhaled deeply, melting even further. “You have no idea… what you do to me.”

She stilled for a moment, then smirked slightly, leaning down to murmur, “What do I do to you, Satish?”

His eyes opened lazily, a dangerous glint hidden behind the sleepiness.

“You drive me insane.”

Her fingers moved to his forehead, brushing away stray strands of hair. “Is that a good thing?”

Satish tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against the fabric of her dress near her stomach.

Her breath caught.

He felt it.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips, and then he did it again—this time, deliberately.

She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers tightening in his hair. “Satish…”

“Mmm?” he hummed, pretending to be innocent, but his hands betrayed him. His fingers found her waist, tracing slow circles over the fabric, light, teasing, just enough to make her body tense.

She let out a shaky exhale, her free hand pressing against his shoulder, as if to steady herself.

His hold tightened. “I missed you, Sharayu.”

“I—” she swallowed hard, her mind barely functioning when he was touching her like this. “I missed you too…”

Satish opened his eyes fully, his gaze dark and intense. “Say it again.”

She hesitated. “I just said—”

“Not like that.” His voice was lower this time, almost commanding.

Sharayu licked her lips, her fingers tracing down his jaw, grazing the clean shaven skin that she had once sulked over.

“I missed you…” she whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched.

Satish’s grip on her waist tightened as if he was holding himself back.

“You should be punished,” he murmured against her lips.

Sharayu shivered. “For what?”

“For making me lose my damn mind,” he muttered before pulling her down and capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.

A whimper escaped her throat as his hands slid up her waist, pulling her closer, desperate, hungry, obsessed.

Her hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, savoring her, worshipping her with every movement.

When they finally pulled apart, both panting, he pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then lower—each kiss burning into her skin like a mark.

“You don’t need to change anything about yourself to keep my attention, Sharayu.” His lips hovered near her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She swallowed.

“You already have all of me.”

Satish’s breath was still uneven, his lips brushing against Sharayu’s ear as she shivered under his touch. Her fingers trembled slightly against his shirt, gripping the fabric as if trying to steady herself from the whirlwind of emotions he stirred within her.

His voice was a deep murmur, thick with something raw, something intense. “You know what’s dangerous, Sharayu?”

She swallowed, her throat dry, her body burning from the way he was holding her, the way his fingers were pressing into her waist. “W What?”

His lips barely grazed the shell of her ear, his voice a husky whisper. “The way you look at me. Like I’m the only thing you see.”

Her heart skipped.

Satish smirked against her skin. “It makes me want to ruin you.”

Her breath hitched.

His grip tightened. “Slowly.”

Sharayu let out a small, involuntary whimper.

Satish chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against her. “What happened, hmm? Where’s the girl who always teases me?”

She found her voice, though it was breathless, unsteady. “She—she’s still here.”

His lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear, pressing a lingering, open mouthed kiss that made her knees weak.

“No,” he murmured against her skin, his tongue flicking out just slightly before his teeth scraped the spot teasingly. “Right now, she’s completely mine.”

Sharayu clenched her fists against his chest. “Satish…”

He hummed in response, his fingers brushing against the small of her back, dangerously slow.

She sucked in a breath, tilting her head slightly, exposing more of her throat to him. “You—You shouldn’t…”

His lips curled. “I shouldn’t what, sweetheart?”

Her pulse thundered beneath his touch. “You shouldn’t tease like this…”

Satish pulled back just slightly, enough to see the way her lips were parted, the way her cheeks were flushed, the way her eyes held that unspoken need.

His thumb traced along her jawline, tilting her chin up. “Why not?”

Sharayu sucked in a shaky breath, her nails digging slightly into his chest.

He leaned in again, pressing a feather light kiss just beneath her lips before whispering against them, “Tell me to stop… and I will.”

She hesitated.

Satish grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

Before she could reply, he captured her lips again, this time with even more intensity—more desperation, more hunger.

And just like that, she was lost in him all over again.

Satish, resting his head on Sharayu’s lap, felt the tension of the past few days melt away as her fingers ran through his hair. The soft, rhythmic motion sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. His eyes were closed, but he could feel her hesitation at first—until he took her hand and placed it firmly on his head.

A small, satisfied hum left his lips as she continued, growing bolder with each stroke. “You have magic in your hands, you know that?” he murmured, voice deep and husky.

Sharayu chuckled, though her own heart was pounding. “Magic? You’re just sleep deprived.”

“Mmm,” he hummed in response, tilting his head slightly as if silently asking her to keep going. “Or maybe I just like it when you touch me.”

His words sent heat rushing up her cheeks, and she bit her lip to stop a flustered smile.

A moment later, she shifted slightly, adjusting the fabric of her dress that had slipped down her shoulder without her noticing. But Satish did.

His eyes flickered open, gaze immediately drawn to the smooth expanse of her bare skin, illuminated softly by the fairy lights around them. The air between them shifted, the playful teasing giving way to something heavier, more intense.

Sharayu noticed the change in his breathing, the way his fingers twitched against her waist where he had absentmindedly placed them. “What?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Satish’s eyes darkened as he slowly sat up, closing the space between them. “Your dress,” he said, voice deep and thick with something unspoken. He reached out, fingertips barely grazing her shoulder, but instead of pulling the fabric back up, he traced the exposed skin with deliberate slowness.

Goosebumps rose along her arm as her breath hitched. “Satish—”

“You have no idea what you do to me, Sharayu,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “One second you’re making me want to melt in your lap, and the next…you’re making me want to do things I shouldn’t be thinking about right now.”

Her pulse raced as his fingers continued their slow exploration, his thumb brushing just under her collarbone. The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered—made her feel like she was burning from the inside out.

“I—” she started, but he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, right where the fabric had slipped.

A shaky breath left her lips. “Satish…”

“Hmm?” His lips barely left her skin as he hummed against her, sending a jolt through her entire body.

She turned her face toward him, their lips just inches apart. “You…should stop,” she whispered, but even she wasn’t convinced by her own words.

Satish smirked, his nose brushing against hers. “Do you want me to?”

Her silence was all the answer he needed.

He lifted a hand to her chin, tilting her face up to his as his lips finally met hers in a slow, lingering kiss. The kind that spoke of all the longing, all the teasing, all the bottled up feelings between them. His other hand rested against her waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep her close.

As he pulled away, just enough to meet her gaze, he smirked. “If you wanted to distract me from sleeping, you could’ve just said so.”

Sharayu rolled her eyes, still breathless. “You are impossible.”

Satish chuckled, leaning in once more, brushing another soft kiss against her lips. “And you, my love, are irresistible.”

Satish’s smirk didn’t waver as he traced slow circles over her waist, the warmth of his fingertips seeping through the fabric of her dress. His touch was lazy, teasing, deliberate. He wasn’t in a hurry—he wanted to take his time, savor every second of her reactions.

Sharayu felt like she was trapped in a slow burning fire. The way his breath ghosted over her skin, the way his fingers skimmed over her waist, leaving a trail of heat in their wake—it was maddening. He wasn’t even touching her properly, yet she felt as if every nerve in her body was on high alert.

She swallowed hard, trying to regain some control. “Satish…”

“Hmm?” His lips were still dangerously close to her shoulder, his fingers now tracing slow, lazy patterns on her bare thigh where her dress had ridden up slightly. He wasn’t even looking at her—he was watching the effect he had on her, watching her chest rise and fall, watching how her fingers clenched into the fabric of her dress as if trying to ground herself.

She hated how smug he was. Hated how easily he made her weak. But she also loved it.

“Stop…” she whispered, but the way her voice trembled betrayed her.

Satish chuckled, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her collarbone. “Stop what, exactly?”

His voice was low, deep, filled with mischief. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Sharayu sucked in a breath when she felt the scrape of his teeth against her shoulder, a slow, teasing bite that sent a jolt straight through her body.

Her fingers flew to his hair, tugging slightly. “Satish…”

He groaned softly against her skin, the sound vibrating through her, making her shiver. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmured, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses along her shoulder. “One week without touching you felt like torture.”

Her breath hitched when his hand slowly slid up her thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above her knee. “Satish…” she tried again, but even she wasn’t sure if she was telling him to stop or begging him to continue.

His expression shifted, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something more tender. “I love you,” he murmured before finally capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss.

This kiss wasn’t playful. It wasn’t rushed. It was filled with everything they had been feeling for the past week—every longing glance, every unspoken word, every night they spent apart.

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, while hers slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. She felt his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of her own.

When he finally pulled away, their breaths mingling, he rested his forehead against hers, his fingers still gripping her waist.

“Next time, I’m never leaving you for this long,” he murmured.

Sharayu smiled, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. “Good. Because I wouldn’t let you.”

Satish’s grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her flush against him, his smirk growing wider. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he tilted his head, watching her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

“So…” Sharayu traced a finger along the clean line of his jaw, letting her nails lightly scrape against his smooth skin. “This clean shave suits you. You look younger, professor.”

Satish arched a brow, his smirk deepening. “I am young, Sharayu.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Young? You’re almost thirty.” She stretched the word out teasingly, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “You should start thinking about back pain and joint pain now. How will you manage in the future?”

Satish let out a low chuckle, his fingers skimming dangerously slow over the curve of her lower back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, making her stomach flutter. “You have no idea how much stamina I have.”

Her cheeks burned, but she refused to back down. “Oh really?”

His smirk turned into something more wicked as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “If I get started, Sharayu, you won’t be able to handle me.” His voice was husky, filled with a promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her heart stuttered, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The sheer confidence in his voice made her body feel like it was on fire.

She cleared her throat, determined to stay composed. “Maybe I should reconsider my plan of settling with you then.”

Satish’s smirk faltered for a split second before he narrowed his eyes playfully. “Is that so?”

She nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “I mean… boys my age, or even younger than you, could be good options.”

He let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “Boys your age?” He pulled back slightly to look at her, his fingers still lazily tracing her spine. “Sharayu, boys your age are still stuck between figuring out how to unhook a bra properly.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock, and heat rushed to her face in a deep blush. “Satish!” she smacked his chest, utterly scandalized.

He grinned shamelessly. “What?”

“That was…” She covered her face with her hands, trying to cool the warmth in her cheeks.

“That was true.” He removed her hands from her face, forcing her to look at him. “And you know it.”

She bit her lip, still blushing furiously. “You’re impossible.”

He smirked, tilting her chin up. “And yet, you’re hopelessly in love with me.”

She huffed. “I don’t know why.”

His smirk turned smug. “Want me to remind you?”

Before she could react, he caught her lips in a searing kiss, stealing whatever witty comeback she had. His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing, coaxing, making her melt. One of his hands trailed up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

She gasped against his lips, her hands gripping his shirt tightly. Satish took full advantage, his tongue sweeping against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

By the time he pulled back, she was breathless, her head spinning.

He smirked down at her, his thumb grazing over her swollen lips. “Convinced yet?”

She swallowed, trying to compose herself. “N no.”

Satish chuckled darkly. “Liar.”

Sharayu struggled to compose herself, her breath still uneven from the kiss. Satish, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself, his smirk deep and knowing.

She narrowed her eyes at him, determined to wipe that smug look off his face. “You’re getting too confident, Professor Rajvanshi.”

Satish tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And whose fault is that?” He traced a finger down her arm, sending a shiver through her. “You’re the one who turns into a puddle the moment I touch you.”

Sharayu scoffed, crossing her arms. “That’s not true!”

Satish raised a brow. “No?” He took a step closer, invading her space once again. “So if I do this—” he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against the sensitive spot below her ear “—you won’t react?”

A shudder betrayed her.

He smirked against her skin. “Hmm?”

“I hate you,” she muttered, her voice weak.

He chuckled. “Liar.”

She pushed him away, her cheeks burning. “Stay back!”

Satish sighed dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Ah, my poor heart. My girlfriend is rejecting me.”

Sharayu rolled her eyes, trying to appear unaffected. “You deserve it.”

“But I came back early just for you.” He pouted. “Aren’t you happy?”

She huffed. “I was happy… until you started being you.”

Satish chuckled, taking her hands in his. His tone softened. “Sharu, I missed you.”

Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice.

“I missed you too,” she admitted quietly, her fingers squeezing his.

“Then stop pushing me away.” He tugged her closer. “And let me love you properly.”

Her breath hitched as his eyes darkened, the teasing gone, replaced by something deeper—something that sent warmth pooling in her stomach.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered.

“And you’re irresistible,” he countered.

Before she could react, he leaned in again, his lips brushing over hers in a slow, lingering kiss that made her knees weak.

Satish was just about to pull Sharayu in for another kiss when his phone rang loudly, ruining the moment. He groaned, pulling it out of his pocket, only to see “Maa” flashing on the screen.

Sharayu stifled a laugh. “Looks like someone’s in trouble.”

Satish shot her a look before answering. “Hello, Maa—”

Before he could finish, his mother’s voice boomed through the phone. “Satish! Kaha hai tu?! Ghar aaya bhi nahi seedha Sharayu ke paas chala gaya?!”

Sharayu’s eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, covering her mouth to stop her laughter.

Satish rubbed his forehead. “Maa, main—”

“Bas bas! Mujhe sab pata hai! Mere bete ko ab maa ki yaad nahi aati! Rajasthan se direct apni girlfriend ke paas chala gaya. Humein toh dekhna bhi zaroori nahi samjha, hai na?”

Sharayu bit her lip, looking at him with amusement. She whispered, “You’re doomed, Professor.”

Satish sighed, “Maa, aap bhi na—”

His mother cut him off again. “Sharayu, beta, tu sun rahi hai na?”

Sharayu’s eyes widened. Oh no! She frantically shook her head at Satish, mouthing, No, no, no!

But Satish, the devil, smirked and put the call on speaker.

“Ji, aunty…” Sharayu answered hesitantly.

“Aunty nahi, beta! Ab toh Maa bolna shuru kar do! Tum dono toh waise bhi—”

“Maa!” Satish interrupted, his ears turning red.

Sharayu, now flustered, looked everywhere but at him. “Wo… woh, aunty— I mean—”

Sharayu’s cheeks flamed. “Woh… woh toh bas…”

Satish grinned, enjoying how red she was turning. “Maa, tum mujhe yaad nahi kar rahi, bas Sharayu ko sunana hai, hai na?”

His mother huffed. “Arre! Beta, Kam se kam maa se mil toh le! Tere bina ghar suna ho gaya hai.”

Satish chuckled, shaking his head. “Thik hai, thik hai, abhi aata hoon.”

His mother sighed dramatically. “Haan haan, jaa, apni biwi ko drop kar ke aa phir maa se mil.”

Sharayu gasped. “Aunty!”

Satish snickered while his mother laughed. “Thik hai, beta. Satish ko ghar bhejo, warna main khud Sharayu ke ghar aake le jaungi!”

Sharayu turned to glare at Satish, but he only winked at her.

“Maa, main aata hoon,” he said before hanging up.

Sharayu folded her arms. “Your mom is worse than Vanya and Daksh when it comes to teasing.”

Satish laughed. “Get used to it, Sharu. You’re a favorite in my family now.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Chalo, main tumhe drop karta hoon. Warna maa sach mein tumhare ghar pohonch jayegi mujhe lene.”

Sharayu sighed, nodding. “Fine. But I swear, if she teases me one more time…”

Satish smirked, holding her hand as they walked to his car. “Then what? You’ll take revenge? Maybe punish me?”

She turned her head, giving him a playful glare. “Oh, I’ll definitely think of something.”

Satish chuckled, knowing full well—whatever she had planned, he’d enjoy every second of it.

***

Satish barely stepped inside his house when he was ambushed.

Vanya, Daksh, and even his grandmother were waiting for him like a panel of judges about to roast him alive. His father sat comfortably in his armchair, watching the scene unfold with a knowing smirk. His mother? She was in full dramatic mode, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

“Ah, look who finally remembered he has a home!” Vanya announced, her arms flailing as if she were welcoming some celebrity.

Daksh whistled, shaking his head. “I swear, Bhai, if you could, you’d probably shift into Sharayu’s house and forget we exist.”

Their grandmother, the sweet old woman that she was, shook her head with a laugh. “Bechari Sharayu, kitna jhel rahi hai tumse!”

Satish groaned, running a hand down his face. “Oh god, not you too, Daadi!”

His mother finally stepped forward, giving him the most dramatic look ever. “Tell me one thing, Satish. Do you still live here, or should we send your things to Sharayu’s house permanently?”

His father chuckled. “That would save time. No need to sneak around anymore.”

“I don’t sneak around!” Satish exclaimed.

Vanya snorted. “Oh please! You disappeared after landing from Rajasthan. Didn’t even set foot in the house before running to meet her!”

Daksh folded his arms, smirking. “And what was that little stunt you pulled in that morning? Kissing her in front of all of us? Bhai, do you even care about our innocent eyes?”

Satish sighed. “It was just a—”

His mother gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “JUST a kiss?! My son has lost all his shame!”

His father laughed behind his newspaper. “It was about time. I was starting to worry about him.”

Vanya wiped fake tears. “Our professor has fallen, guys. He’s gone. We have lost him to love.”

Daksh nodded solemnly. “Tragic. He was once the scariest professor in college. Now? Reduced to a whipped boyfriend who forgets his family exists.”

Satish groaned. “Oh my god, STOP!”

His mother ignored him, grabbing his face. “At least let me look at my son! Hmm, you look thinner. Did Sharayu feed you properly?”

Daksh smirked. “Oh, I bet she did. Just… not food.”

Satish whipped around. “DAKSH!”

Vanya burst out laughing. “Ooooh, now he’s blushing! Look at him! This is gold!”

Their grandmother chuckled. “Sharayu has truly done a number on you.”

His mother sighed. “Well, since you’re here, do tell us—when is my daughter in law coming home permanently?”

Satish groaned. “Maa!”

His father smirked. “What? It’s a valid question.”

Satish had made a mistake. A grave mistake.

He should have gone home first, freshened up, and then met Sharayu. But no. His desperate heart had driven him straight to her, and now he was paying the price.

Vanya plopped down next to him on the couch, nudging his shoulder. “So, Bhai, how did she react when she saw you?”

Daksh, standing with his arms folded, smirked. “Did she cry? Or did she jump on you?”

His mother sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her forehead. “Forget that. My son has forgotten all about me. The moment he landed, he ran to his biwi instead of his maa.”

Satish rubbed his temples. “Maa, please! She’s not my biwi yet!”

His father, still reading his newspaper, chuckled. “Yet. That’s the key word here.”

Vanya grinned. “By the way, Bhai, we all saw how you kissed her in front of us before leaving for Rajasthan. The whole family saw it. You should’ve seen Dadi’s face!”

His grandmother, who had been calmly sipping her tea, nodded with a mischievous smile. “I was impressed. Finally, a Rajvanshi man taking initiative.”

Daksh whistled. “Bhai, you had the audacity to do that in front of everyone. Now I’m scared. What do you do behind closed doors?”

Satish shot him a warning glare. “Daksh, I swear—”

His mother gasped. “That’s what I want to know too! Satish, are you keeping secrets from your mother?”

Vanya leaned in. “Haan Bhai, batao na. What do you and Sharayu talk about in private?”

Satish leaned back, rolling his eyes. “Nothing that concerns any of you!”

Daksh smirked. “Lies. I bet you melt the moment she says she misses you.”

Vanya clasped her hands together, imitating Sharayu’s soft voice. “Oh baby, I missed you so much!”

Daksh fake sighed, clutching his chest. “And Bhai must have been like— ‘Oh Sharayu, let me die in your arms!’”

Their mother laughed. “I’m just glad my son is finally a lover boy!”

Satish groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “You all are impossible.”

His father chuckled, folding his newspaper. “You think this is bad? Just wait till Sharayu officially becomes our bahu.”

His grandmother nodded. “She’ll team up with us, and then you’ll truly have no escape.”

Satish sighed defeatedly. He loved Sharayu, but god help him, because his family was never going to let him live in peace.

***

The moment Satish entered his room and shut the door behind him, the exhaustion hit him like a crashing wave.

His body felt heavy, sluggish, as if every step required more effort than it should. His muscles ached—not the soreness that came from a workout, but the deep, bone weary fatigue that settled into his very being.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead, trying to push away the dull throbbing behind his eyes. His limbs protested as he moved toward his bed, his shirt suddenly feeling too tight, his skin too warm, like he was wrapped in an invisible layer of suffocating heat.

He had thought meeting Sharayu would shake off this strange weariness, but it hadn’t. Even her presence, her touch—normally enough to fill him with boundless energy—hadn’t been able to clear the fog from his mind.

Maybe it was just the travel. The constant movement. The whirlwind of emotions.

Or maybe it was something else.

He dragged a hand through his hair and sank onto the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumping forward. His head felt too heavy for his neck to support. His throat was oddly dry, and he hadn’t realized how hard it was to keep his eyes open until now.

The soft hum of the air conditioner barely registered in his ears as he leaned back against the pillows. His body was demanding rest, pulling him into a deep, unavoidable exhaustion.

It was unlike Satish to miss breakfast. Normally, he would be at the dining table before anyone else, his morning routine a well oiled machine. But today, the house was eerily quiet. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and the sizzling of parathas on the stove couldn’t reach his room as it usually did.

Ridhima Rajvanshi, his mother, moved through the house with a furrowed brow. The silence felt off. Her son never slept in this late. The concern that had been brewing in her heart since breakfast slowly started to take form.

She walked towards his room, her heels clicking softly on the floor, her mind ticking through the possibilities. Was he tired from the long trip to Rajasthan? Was something wrong?

She knocked on the door softly, her voice tinged with concern, “Satish?” No response. She knocked again, a little louder this time.

Worry crept into her chest as she slowly opened the door. The sight before her hit her like a punch to the gut.

Satish was lying there, his face flushed with a feverish sheen, sweat dotting his forehead, his breath shallow and uneven. The bedclothes were tangled around him, as though he had been tossing and turning in discomfort for hours.

Ridhima stepped inside, her heart pounding. Her son, usually so full of energy, looking so vulnerable and sick—it was a sight she wasn’t used to.

“Satish,” she whispered urgently, moving toward him. Her hand reached out, brushing his forehead, feeling the burning heat radiating off him. He was hot to the touch.

His eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he looked at her, his face pale and drawn. He tried to sit up, but his body refused, his muscles protesting with a sharp ache. He groaned softly, his hand reaching for his forehead as if trying to push the pain away.

“Mom,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak, “I think I’m just… exhausted.”

But Ridhima wasn’t fooled. She could see it—the way his body trembled even under the covers, the way his eyes were glazed over with fever, his breath coming in quick bursts. This was more than just exhaustion.

She sat down beside him, brushing the hair away from his face. Her hands were gentle as she spoke, her voice filled with tenderness and concern. “You should have told me, Satish. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, haven’t you?”

Satish tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it faltered as he winced in pain. “It’s just… nothing, Mom. Just tired from all the traveling.”

Ridhima shook her head, unconvinced. Her maternal instinct kicked in. “No, this isn’t just travel fatigue. You’re burning up with fever. We need to get you to rest and get you some medication.”

She helped him sit up, her movements slow and careful. The concern in her eyes was palpable as she scanned his face, watching the way he winced at the slightest movement. His usually sharp eyes were clouded with exhaustion, his strong frame limp beneath her touch.

“Let me get you something for that fever, Satish,” Ridhima said, her tone firm now, though her heart still ached at the sight of her son in such a state. “You’re not going anywhere today. You’re staying in bed and resting.”

Satish opened his mouth to protest, but the look in his mother’s eyes silenced him. He gave in, leaning back into the pillows with a soft groan.

As Ridhima left the room to fetch medicine and cool cloths, Satish closed his eyes, feeling the fatigue in his bones. The dizziness wasn’t subsiding. He realized that no matter how much he tried to push it away, his body had reached its limit.

He felt weak.

His thoughts drifted to Sharayu, the way she had been there for him in all their small moments together. Her smile, her presence—he wished she were here now. Maybe she would’ve helped make him feel better, like she always did.

But for now, it was just him and his mother’s concern.

He sighed deeply, trying to ignore the gnawing pain in his muscles, the feverish chills that ran down his spine. He just needed to sleep. And maybe, just maybe, things would feel better tomorrow.

The Rajvanshi household had erupted into mild chaos ever since Ridhima announced that Satish wasn’t feeling well. Satish—their ever strong, ever serious, ever in control professor—was down with a fever. It was unsettling for everyone, seeing him in such a state.

Vanya, of course, had the most dramatic reaction. She threw her hands in the air, pacing in front of Daksh and their parents. “This is bad. Very bad. Bhai is never sick! This is some dark magic!”

Daksh snorted, arms crossed. “It’s not dark magic, idiot. He just overworked himself and then acted like a superhero who doesn’t need rest.”

Ridhima sighed, wiping her hands on her saree. “I just gave him medicine, but he’s still burning up. Maybe we should—”

Vanya’s eyes lit up. “Call Sharayu bhabhi.”

Satish, who had been lying in bed like a grumpy, fever ridden lion, immediately groaned. His voice came out hoarse but firm. “No.”

Vanya turned to him dramatically. “No? What do you mean, ‘no’?”

Satish pushed himself up slightly, wincing as a fresh wave of pain hit his muscles. “I said, don’t call her. She has her own life. She can’t come running every time something happens to me.”

Daksh, sitting near the bed with an apple in hand, raised an eyebrow. “That’s rich coming from you, bhai. If anything happened to her, you’d be the first one to sprint across the entire city, barefoot if necessary.”

Satish shot him a sharp glare, his fevered eyes still managing to look intimidating.

Daksh held up his hands in surrender. “Just stating facts.”

Vanya, however, wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. She placed her hands on her hips. “Bhai, let me get this straight—you’re telling me that if the love of your life finds out you’re sick, she shouldn’t come?”

Satish sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. “Vanya—”

“You know what, don’t answer that,” she cut him off, grinning mischievously. “Because I’m calling her anyway.”

“Vanya!” Satish groaned, but the little troublemaker was already running out of the room, phone in hand.

Daksh smirked. “She’s faster than your fever recovery speed.”

Satish grabbed a pillow and threw it at his brother, only for Daksh to catch it easily, laughing.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Vanya gleefully dialed Sharayu’s number, fully prepared for the storm that was about to come.

Vanya grinned as the phone started ringing. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sharayu picked up on the second ring. “Haan, Vanya?” she answered, already suspicious.

“Bhabhi!” Vanya started, over exaggerating her tone. “You have to come home right now!”

Sharayu froze on the spot, just as she was about to step into the college gate. “Kya?! Kya hua?!”

Vanya lowered her voice, making it sound even more dramatic. “Bhai is not well…”

Sharayu’s heart dropped. Her fingers tightened around the phone, and she immediately turned on her heel, walking back toward the road. “What do you mean ‘not well’?! What happened?! Tell me properly, Vanya!”

Vanya bit back a smile, loving this reaction. “His fever is really high, and he looks so weak. He could barely even sit up. Maa had to feed him medicine herself.”

Sharayu’s breath hitched. “Is he—did he faint?”

Vanya paused for added suspense. “Not yet.”

“Yet?! Yet?!” Sharayu practically screamed, running toward the main road to find a rickshaw. “Oh my god, why didn’t you call me earlier?! I—shit, I’m coming right now!”

Vanya bit her lip to stop laughing. “Bhabhi, relax, it’s—”

“No! You don’t tell me to relax! You literally just said he’s burning with fever and looking weak. Where’s Daksh? Where’s Maa? Why is no one telling me anything?!”

“Bhabhi—”

“I swear, Vanya, if something happens to him, I will personally kill you all!”

Vanya couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing.

Sharayu stopped in her tracks, her hand still raised to call an auto. “…What the hell is so funny?!”

Vanya gasped between laughs. “Bhabhi… You should’ve seen your panic mode. It was—hilarious.”

Sharayu’s nostrils flared. “Vanya. Rajvanshi.”

Vanya finally took a deep breath. “Relax, bhabhi! Bhai is fine! His fever is high, but he’s not at death’s door. I just wanted to see if you’d come running.”

Sharayu gritted her teeth. “Vanya, I’m literally standing in the middle of the road right now! I was about to leave college without attending a single lecture!”

Vanya snickered. “I mean…you still can?”

Sharayu didn’t even hesitate. “I AM COMING.”

Vanya cheered. “Yesss! Bhai is going to be so mad at me!”

Sharayu huffed as she finally found an auto. “Oh, you have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

Sharayu stormed into the Rajvanshi house, not even bothering to greet anyone properly. “Where is he?” she demanded.

Vanya and Daksh grinned at each other before leading her upstairs.

Vanya whispered excitedly to Daksh, “Bhai is going to murder me when he sees her here.”

Daksh smirked. “Totally worth it.”

As soon as they reached Satish’s room, Vanya pushed the door open and gestured for Sharayu to go in.

Sharayu rushed inside without hesitation.

And there he was.

Satish Singh Rajvanshi.

Lying on his bed, one hand over his forehead, looking way too exhausted for her liking.

His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, the blanket was half off the bed, and his usual strict professor demeanor was completely missing. Instead, he looked softer, vulnerable, tired.

Sharayu exhaled sharply. Her irritation with Vanya momentarily vanished as concern took over.

She slowly stepped closer to his bed, sitting down beside him.

Daksh and Vanya were watching from the doorway like they were spectators at a cricket match.

Sharayu gently pressed her palm to Satish’s forehead.

Warm. Too warm.

She sighed and moved her hand up into his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

That was what woke him up.

Satish’s brows furrowed slightly, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

His vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, his gaze landed on her.

For a second, he thought he was hallucinating.

Then realization hit.

Sharayu. Was. Here.

His eyes widened. “What the—” His voice was hoarse, making him stop mid sentence.

Sharayu raised an eyebrow. “Surprised?”

Satish groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow. “I told them not to call you.”

Sharayu glanced over her shoulder at Vanya, who immediately ducked behind Daksh, giggling.

Sharayu turned back to Satish, crossing her arms. “Well, lucky for me, your sister doesn’t listen to you.”

Satish sighed. “I didn’t want you to miss your classes for this.”

Sharayu rolled her eyes. “Oh please, like I was going to sit in class peacefully knowing you were lying here half dead.”

“I’m not half dead,” he muttered, but his voice was so weak that it was hard to take him seriously.

She leaned forward slightly, brushing his hair back again. “You look like it.”

Satish huffed tiredly. “If I had known this is what having a girlfriend meant, I would’ve stayed single.”

Vanya gasped loudly from the doorway. “Bhai! You did not just say that!”

Daksh grinned. “That’s it, bhabhi. Break up with him.”

Satish threw them both a glare. “Get. Out.”

Vanya snorted. “You’re too weak to fight us right now, bhai.”

Satish opened his mouth to argue, but Sharayu pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shhh.”

His eyes snapped to hers.

Sharayu smirked. “Don’t waste your energy arguing. I’m here now. You’re stuck with me.”

Satish stared at her.

For the first time since waking up, he felt…relaxed.

He sighed, letting his head fall slightly to the side, facing her.

Sharayu kept running her fingers through his hair.

His eyes fluttered shut again.

Vanya and Daksh exchanged glances before silently backing out of the room, grinning like idiots.

Their bhai had fallen. Hard.

Satish sighed tiredly, his head still resting on Sharayu’s lap as she continued to gently comb her fingers through his hair. His body had finally stopped feeling so heavy, but his peace was short lived.

Because the storm named Sharayu was about to hit him.

Hard.

“Satish,” she started, her voice eerily calm.

He hummed lazily, his eyes still closed. “Hmm?”

Her fingers stilled in his hair.

He immediately noticed. He peeked up at her. “Why did you stop?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re sick.”

He smirked slightly. “I noticed.”

Sharayu’s jaw clenched. “And when exactly were you going to tell me?”

Satish opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Yeah. He had nothing.

“I didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily,” he finally said, voice soft but firm.

Wrong choice of words.

Sharayu froze.

Her eyes sharpened.

Satish immediately knew he had messed up.

“What,” she said slowly, deadly calm, “do you mean by unnecessarily?”

Satish cleared his throat. “I mean—”

Sharayu sat up straight, pulling her hand back. “So me worrying about you is unnecessary?”

Satish’s entire body tensed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh really?” She folded her arms, looking down at him with pure betrayal.

Satish groaned, attempting to sit up. “Sharu—”

“No.” She pushed him back down. “You just said it.”

Satish sighed. “I just didn’t want to trouble you—”

“You ARE my trouble!” she burst out, her frustration overflowing.

Satish blinked.

Sharayu’s heart was racing, and before she could stop herself, the words spilled out—

“You mean the whole world to me, Satish! Everything else can wait, but not you!”

The room fell silent.

Her own words echoed in her ears.

Her eyes widened.

Satish just stared at her.

Sharayu immediately looked away, her cheeks heating up. “Forget I said that.”

Satish’s lips slowly curled into a smirk.

“Oh no,” he said, voice suddenly a lot stronger. “I think I heard that loud and clear.”

Sharayu groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’m leaving.”

Satish grabbed her wrist before she could escape.

She looked at him.

He was smiling softly now, eyes filled with warmth.

“You mean the whole world to me too, Sharu.”

Her breath hitched.

Before she could react, he tugged her down gently, making her fall right onto his chest.

Her heartbeat went wild.

Satish smirked, his voice teasing but low—

“Now, since I’m your world and all… I think you should stay here and take care of me.”

Sharayu lifted her head just to glare at him. “You’re so annoying.”

Satish grinned. “And yet, you still love me.”

Sharayu just huffed, hiding her face in his chest.

And he held her closer.

Satish was very much enjoying himself.

His fever was still there, but let’s be honest—right now, he was feeling much, much better with Sharayu snuggled up against his chest.

Her head was resting just below his chin, her warm breath tickling his skin, and Satish had never felt this content in his life.

But of course, peace was temporary in this household.

Because right then—

A loud throat-clearing shattered their perfect little moment.

Sharayu froze.

Satish froze.

Both of them turned their heads in slow motion.

And there, standing at the door with a very, very amused expression—

Was Ridhima Rajvanshi.

Satish’s mother.

Looking at them.

Together.

On the bed.

Very, very close.

Sharayu’s soul left her body.

Satish, for the first time in a while, actually looked panicked.

“Uh—”