31 | I Love Your Sister!!

"Sharayu?"

She froze.

The voice wasn't his.

It was familiar in a steadier, heavier way grounding, brotherly, wrapped in confusion and just a hint of authority she could never ignore.

Slowly, she turned.

Chaitanya stood a few steps behind her, his bag slung over one shoulder, hair slightly messy, eyes sharp with suspicion. He took in her appearance in one sweep-her flushed cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest, the unsettled look in her eyes.

His brows pulled together.

"What happened? Why do you look like that?"

The question hit harder than it should have.

Because she wasn't scared of the man outside.

She was scared of her brother seeing her like this.

Her throat tightened. She tried to stand straighter, tried to act normal, but her voice refused to come. Chaitanya stepped closer, his protective instinct instantly kicking in as he searched her face more carefully.

"Sharayu," he said again, softer this time, "did someone say anything? Did something happen?"

She swallowed, unable to meet his eyes.

Her hands trembled slightly not because she felt unsafe, but because she knew Chaitanya. He could read her too well. And the last thing she wanted was him figuring out that someone... someone who shouldn't matter... did.

She forced a breath in, her voice barely steady as she murmured,

"N-nothing... I'm fine."

The moment she saw the flicker of concern in Chaitanya's eyes, something inside Sharayu loosened. All the fear, the tension, the lingering heat of that stranger's gaze-everything melted as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her brother.

"Dada..." her voice cracked softly against his shoulder, "I missed you."

Chaitanya's posture softened instantly. He dropped his bag on the floor and hugged her back tightly, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head the way he used to when she was younger.

"I missed you too, Sharu," he murmured, his voice warm and steady, grounding her completely.

"Too much."

For a moment, the world outside the corridor didn't exist. It was just the two of them-siblings reunited after far too long.

He pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"You've grown thinner," he said in mock irritation.

"And more dramatic," she shot back, wiping her eyes.

They laughed soft, relieved laughter and walked toward home, side by side.

The front door creaked open, and Sharayu stepped in first.

"Aai... look who-"

Before she could finish, her mother turned from the kitchen and froze.

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open.

"Chaitanya?!"

Her voice was half-shock, half-joy, trembling between disbelief and happiness.

She rushed forward, almost stumbling as she threw her arms around him.

"Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" she scolded, her voice thick.

"We would have prepared everything! You just-just show up like this?"

Chaitanya laughed, hugging her back with easy affection.

"That's why I didn't tell you, Aai. I wanted to surprise you."

Just then, her father stepped out of the living room, adjusting his glasses.

"What's with all this noise-"

He stopped mid-sentence.

His usually calm expression cracked wide open with pride and emotion.

"Arre... Chaitanya?"

He walked forward and placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder before pulling him into a side hug-the restrained but deeply affectionate kind fathers give.

"Look at you," her father said, his voice thick but composed.

"Coming home like a hero without warning us."

"Baba..." Chaitanya smiled, "I missed you."

The room filled with warmth-the kind only a family reunion could create.

Her mother kept touching Chaitanya's face, as if confirming he was really there.

Her father stood straighter, his eyes shining with pride.

And Sharayu... she simply watched, heart full, the comfort of home wrapping around her like a blanket.

For a moment, everything felt perfect.

Safe.

Whole.

She barely took a step forward when her mother's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Sharayu, you're late," her mother said from the living room, arms crossed. Her sharp gaze scanned her daughter, as if searching for clues.

Sharayu quickly composed herself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, Aai. Satish Sir's birthday celebration went on for a long time. His family insisted I stay for dinner."

Her mother's expression didn't soften. "You could've at least called."

"I did," Sharayu lied smoothly, knowing well that she hadn't because she was too busy getting kissed breathless in a car.

Her mother sighed, shaking her head. "Go freshen up and sleep. You've been running around all day."

Sharayu nodded quickly, relieved that her mother didn't press further. She hurried to her room, shut the door, and flopped onto her bed with a deep sigh.

She should sleep.

She needed to sleep.

But her phone buzzed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Satish.

Satish: "I know you're awake, Sweetheart. Don't ignore me."

Sharayu bit her lip, smiling involuntarily.

Sharayu: "Go to sleep, Professor. Your birthday is over."

Within seconds, her phone rang.

She stared at the screen, debating whether to answer.

But who was she kidding? She could never ignore him.

"What?" she whispered after picking up, her voice hushed in the darkness.

"What? That's all I get after the way you kissed me?" His voice was deep and teasing, making her toes curl.

"Satish," she warned, suddenly feeling too warm.

"You looked too damn beautiful tonight, you know that?" he murmured. "All night, my family wouldn't stop praising you. But do you know what the best part of my birthday was?"

Sharayu felt her stomach flutter. "The food?" she guessed.

Satish chuckled. "No, sweetheart. You."

She pressed her palm over her face, hiding her growing blush. "Go to sleep, Satish."

"Not until you say you miss me," he demanded, his voice low, filled with something dangerous.

Sharayu hesitated. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction so easily. "Why should I?"

"Because I miss you," he said without hesitation. "Because all I can think about is how you felt in my arms tonight. Because I can still taste you on my lips, and it's driving me insane."

Her breath hitched.

"Satish..." she whispered, her fingers gripping the bedsheet.

"Say it, Sharayu," he coaxed. "Tell me you miss me too."

She closed her eyes, feeling the ache of longing deep in her chest.

"I miss you," she admitted softly.

There was silence on the other end.

Then, his voice came through, low and satisfied.

"Good girl."

Sharayu bit her lip, her entire body burning.

"Go to sleep, Sweetheart," he whispered. "Dream of me."

***

Satish stepped into his house, rubbing the back of his neck. It was already late, and all he wanted was to crash into his bed preferably with a certain someone in his arms. But as soon as he walked into the living room, he froze.

His entire family was wide awake, sitting in the living room as if waiting for him.

His grandmother, mother, father, and Vanya were all there, with Daksh sprawled across the couch, looking like he was enjoying a show he had been dying to watch.

"What is this?" Satish asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, we were just discussing something very interesting," Vanya said, grinning mischievously.

Satish sighed, already regretting coming home. He sat down, stretching his legs. "What now?"

His Dadi was the first to speak. "Beta, let me just say one thing yeh ladka bawla ho gaya hai uske piche."

Vanya burst out laughing, while Daksh threw his head back dramatically. "Finally, someone said it out loud!"

Satish frowned. "Dadi, what nonsense?"

"Oh, it's not nonsense, Satish," his mother chimed in, smirking. "We all saw it. The way you were looking at Sharayu while she was doing your aarti God, it was like you were watching a divine miracle happen."

His father, who usually stayed out of these teasing sessions, even nodded. "You were so lost in her, I thought you were about to fall at her feet."

Daksh clutched his chest dramatically. "And the way you followed her with your eyes all evening? My brother, the great Professor Satish Singh Rajvanshi, looked like a lost puppy every time she wasn't next to him!"

Vanya nudged him. "Oh, and let's not forget during dinner while we were praising the food, this man was just sitting there, admiring Sharayu as if she had cooked up the entire universe just for him."

"I was not " Satish started but was cut off immediately.

His Dadi held up a hand, silencing him. "Bas bas, no need to lie. We saw everything. I have lived longer than you, beta. I know a man completely bewitched by his woman when I see one."

Satish ran a frustrated hand through his hair, but his ears burned red.

His mother smirked. "You know what my favorite moment was? When you fed her the first bite. I have never seen you so soft in my life. And then, when she fed you back beta, the way your entire face lit up?"

Daksh snapped his fingers. "Bhabhi, bas yeh le lo, yeh ladka toh gaya."

Vanya leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "And let's not forget how you reacted when she didn't wish you in the morning."

Daksh snorted. "Oh yeah! My brother was sulking like a kid who didn't get his birthday present!"

"I was not sulking!" Satish glared at him.

"Oh really?" His father raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you pacing in your office like a lovesick fool?"

"And why did you call her to your cabin, huh?" Vanya added, smirking.

"Maybe because I needed to discuss "

"Oh please!" Daksh waved a dismissive hand. "You were just dying to see her. Admit it, bhai."

Satish leaned back against the couch, rubbing his temples. "You all have way too much time on your hands."

His Dadi chuckled. "Beta, when you give us such good entertainment, how can we not enjoy?"

His mother patted his cheek affectionately. "Jokes aside, Satish, she is a wonderful girl. The way she handled everything today the decorations, the food, the rituals she is perfect for you."

His father nodded. "And she fits in with the family so naturally. It felt like she was already a part of us."

Satish felt warmth spread in his chest. "She is... special."

Daksh smirked. "Understatement of the year, bhai."

His Dadi sighed dramatically. "Bas, ab shaadi ki date nikalvao. I want to see my Satish get married before I leave this world."

Satish groaned. "Dadi, please. Don't start this now."

Vanya grinned. "Oh, it's already started. And trust me, bhai, now that we know just how madly in love you are, we're not letting you rest until we see a ring on her finger."

Satish shook his head, but he couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips.

"Good luck escaping this, bhai," Daksh whispered, smirking.

Satish sighed, leaning back into the couch, knowing full well that his family wasn't going to let this go anytime soon.

Satish dragged his feet towards his bedroom, hoping no, praying for some peace. But he should have known better. Daksh and Vanya were right behind him, their mischievous grins practically glowing in the dim hallway light.

"Bhai, bhai, bhai!" Daksh called out dramatically, stopping Satish before he could reach his bedroom door.

Satish sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What now?"

Vanya leaned against the wall, smirking. "We were just wondering... were you always this whipped, or did Sharayu do some magic on you?"

"Hmm, good question!" Daksh nodded thoughtfully, then gasped. "Maybe she secretly put something in the food? Like love potion!"

Vanya clapped her hands. "Oh my God, yes! That explains why bhai looked at her like a lost puppy all day!"

Satish gave them both a blank stare. "Are you two done?"

"Oh, we're just getting started." Vanya winked.

Daksh crossed his arms, pretending to think. "Let's see... first, bhai couldn't stop staring at her during the aarti like literally, I thought he was going to start chanting 'Sharayu, Sharayu' instead of the mantra!"

Vanya giggled. "Then, he was stealing glances at her during dinner. Not eating just staring. I swear, if we weren't there, he would have probably fed her every single bite with his own hands!"

"Oh wait he actually did!" Daksh gasped dramatically. "How romantic! I almost cried!"

Satish ran a hand down his face. "Both of you need serious help."

Vanya nudged him. "Admit it, bhai, you're obsessed with her."

"Obsessed?" Satish raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! OBSESSED!" Daksh threw his hands up. "Bhai, you are one step away from getting down on one knee and proposing her for marriage right now!"

Vanya grinned. "I wouldn't be surprised if he already has a ring hidden somewhere!"

Satish turned to open his bedroom door, hoping to escape, but Daksh jumped in front of him.

"Wait, wait, wait! Before you go to bed, we have a very important question."

Satish sighed. "Just ask it."

Daksh and Vanya exchanged an evil grin before Vanya asked, "When are you proposing?"

Satish froze for a second.

"HA! Look at his face!" Daksh cackled.

Vanya poked his arm. "Bhai, don't even try to lie. We KNOW you've thought about it!"

Satish glared at them. "I am going to sleep."

"Avoiding the question! That means yes!" Vanya cheered.

"Congratulations, bhai! We will start the wedding planning!" Daksh clapped his hands.

Satish groaned, shoving both of them aside and shutting his bedroom door with a bang.

Outside, he could still hear them laughing and teasing him from the other side of the door.

"Goodnight, lover boy!" Vanya called out.

"Sweet dreams of Sharayu, bhai!" Daksh added, laughing.

Satish exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "This family is going to drive me insane."

But despite their teasing, a small smile tugged at his lips because deep down, they weren't wrong.

Satish leaned against his bedroom door, exhaling sharply as Daksh and Vanya's teasing finally faded down the hallway. His room was quiet now, but his mind wasn't.

He ran a hand through his hair, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.

"If they're teasing me this much when she's not even my wife... what will happen when she actually becomes my wife? When she steps into this house as the official 'Rajvanshi bahu'?"

The thought sent a strange warmth through his chest, a mix of amusement, longing, and an overwhelming possessiveness.

He could already imagine it

The first morning after their wedding.

Sharayu, dressed in a simple but elegant saree, walking into the kitchen, claiming her place in his family. His mother fussing over her, his grandmother guiding her, Vanya giggling beside her, whispering something that made Sharayu's cheeks flush red.

And him?

He would just stand there, arms crossed, watching her.

His wife.

The woman who had turned his world upside down.

His mind wandered further

Her sitting beside him at the dining table.

His plate filled with food she personally served him, making sure he ate properly. Daksh cracking some joke about how Satish had officially become "joru ka ghulam" (wife's servant) now.

And instead of denying it, he would simply smirk and say, "If my wife takes care of me like this, I don't mind being a ghulam."

His family laughing. Sharayu blushing.

Damn.

His fingers subconsciously curled into a fist.

Would he even survive the teasing?

Because he knew one thing for sure the moment Sharayu became his wife, this family would show no mercy.

Vanya would call her "bhabhi" at least a hundred times a day, Daksh would never let go of an opportunity to tease him, and his grandmother... oh, she would be the most excited of them all.

"Satish toh bawla ho gaya hai is ladki ke peeche." His dadi had already declared tonight.

And she was absolutely right.

He was mad for Sharayu.

Mad for her smile.

Mad for her touch.

Mad for the way she looked at him like he was her entire world.

And the day she stepped into this house as his wife?

She wouldn't just be his responsibility she would be his everything.

He imagined her sleeping in this very room, curled up against him at night, her scent filling his space, her presence turning this once-lonely room into a home.

A slow exhale left his lips.

"Soon."

He didn't know when, how, or under what circumstances.

But one day, she would be his. Completely.

And when that day came?

No teasing, no jokes, and no amount of family drama would matter.

Because she would be by his side. Forever.

***

The sun hung bright in the sky as Sharayu stepped into the college premises, her heart instantly searching for him.

It was an Instinct now her gaze always gravitated toward him.

And there he was.

Satish stood near the entrance of the administrative block, his back to her, dressed in a crisp navy-blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal those strong forearms she had shamelessly admired before.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

He looked good.

No too good.

A slow smile crept onto her lips as she picked up her pace, heading straight toward him.

She had been dying to see him in broad daylight after yesterday's emotional rollercoaster of a birthday. The way he had looked at her before she left, the warmth of his voice when he whispered "I love you" it had all replayed in her mind all night, keeping her awake.

And now that she saw him?

She was going to make sure he knew exactly how much she had missed him.

But just as she was about to call out his name

"Satish, I need to speak with you."

Her steps halted abruptly.

Professor Hrishikesh, the senior faculty from the commerce department, appeared out of nowhere, walking straight up to Satish.

Satish turned at the voice, his sharp features softening for a brief second when his gaze instantly landed on Sharayu.

She saw the way his lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something to her.

She saw the way his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out.

And she definitely saw the way his entire demeanor screamed frustration when Hrishikesh stepped right between them.

"Oh, for God's sake this timing!"

Sharayu let out an exasperated sigh, folding her arms.

Satish shot her one last look, his eyes dark and promising, before turning his attention to Hrishikesh.

"Yes, Professor Hrishikesh," he said, his tone polite but clearly impatient.

"I need to discuss some finalizations regarding the upcoming exams," Hrishikesh continued, completely oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. "There are some changes the Principal wants to implement, and since you're the Head of the Department, your input is necessary."

Satish clenched his jaw.

"Right now? Are you serious?"

He was already annoyed that he had to be away from Sharayu the whole night after their moment in the car. And now, the first thing in the morning, just when he was about to bask in her presence again, this?

This was torture.

He glanced at Sharayu again, his stare lingering.

She raised a playful brow, tilting her head slightly. "What now, Professor?"

Satish exhaled heavily, his tongue running over his lower lip in frustration.

"I'll be back," he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Sharayu smirked. "I'll be counting the seconds, Professor."

And with that, Satish turned on his heel, walking away with Hrishikesh.

But not before she caught the subtle clench of his fist, the tick in his jaw clear signs of a man who was absolutely not pleased about being interrupted.

Sharayu bit her lip, watching him leave.

Sharayu watched as Satish disappeared into the corridor with Hrishikesh, his broad shoulders stiff with irritation.

She knew him too well now. That clench of his jaw, the slight drag of his feet, the way he rolled his sleeves up higher than usual it was all a silent protest.

He was pissed.

And honestly?

So was she.

She had waited all night to see him again, and now that she had, she wasn't even getting a proper moment with him?

"Unbelievable."

Her fingers instinctively reached for her phone. Should she text him? No, that would be too desperate. Should she just wait? But what if he got caught up with work the entire day?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize her friends had snuck up on her.

"Who are you glaring at so intensely, madam?" Rutuja smirked, nudging her shoulder.

"Or should we say, who are you missing so desperately?" Arohi added, wiggling her eyebrows.

Sharayu scoffed, trying to play it cool. "No one, okay?"

"Uh-huh, sure," Vrushal grinned. "That's why you looked like a lost puppy when Sir got dragged away."

Gayatri sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "True love, guys. The pain of separation it's written all over her face!"

Hriday and Kunal, who had just joined, burst into laughter.

Kunal crossed his arms. "I bet she's already counting the minutes until she sees him again."

"Or," Hriday smirked, "she's mentally cursing Professor Hrishikesh for ruining her morning romance."

Sharayu groaned, covering her face.

These people were unbearable.

"I hate all of you," she muttered.

Arohi threw an arm around her shoulder. "No, babe. You just miss your Professor."

Everyone laughed, teasing her mercilessly.

Satish tried to focus on the discussion with Hrishikesh, but it was useless.

His mind was somewhere else.

Or rather on someone else.

"That little tease."

The way she had smirked at him before he walked away, the challenge in her eyes it was driving him insane.

He needed to see her.

As soon as he was done here, he was going to find her.

And then, she was going to pay for making him wait.

***

Satish had planned to wrap up the meeting quickly, find Sharayu, and pull her into his cabin for a few stolen moments.

But fate had other plans.

The workload hit him like a storm.

Just as he thought Hrishikesh was done, another professor needed his input on the exam papers. Then came an urgent email from the principal regarding faculty coordination for the upcoming external audits.

And then, to make things worse

The finance committee scheduled an impromptu discussion.

By afternoon, Satish was buried under a mountain of documents, emails, and administrative chaos.

His head ached.

His eyes flickered toward his phone.

Still no text from her.

"Damn it, sweetheart. At least pretend to miss me."

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating if he should message her.

But then another knock.

More work.

His jaw clenched.

He had barely even looked at her today, let alone spoken to her.

And that was enough to irritate him to no end.

Meanwhile, Sharayu...

Sharayu sat in the canteen, mindlessly poking at her food.

"Are you going to eat that, or should we just frame it as modern art?" Vrushal joked, eyeing her untouched plate.

"Shut up," she muttered.

Her mood was off.

She had thought he'd find her. Maybe steal a moment in between his work, maybe text her something sarcastic, maybe at least look at her.

But...

Nothing.

Since morning, she hadn't even gotten so much as a glance.

Rutuja leaned in. "Still no sign of Sir?"

Sharayu sighed, resting her chin on her palm. "Nope. He's completely drowned in work."

Gayatri smirked. "And you're dying without him."

"No, I'm not!"

Arohi snorted. "You so are. Look at your face! If heartbreak had a picture, it would be you right now."

Hriday smirked. "Why don't you go and visit him in his cabin?"

Sharayu bit her lip. "He's too busy..."

Kunal wiggled his eyebrows. "Or maybe you're just scared he'll pull you into his lap again like last time?"

Her face burned. "You all are the worst."

But deep down, she was restless.

She had gotten so used to him being around, teasing her, stealing little moments between classes...

And now?

The distance was driving her crazy.

She glanced at the time.

If he wasn't going to come to her...

Then maybe it was time for her to go to him.

Sharayu couldn't take it anymore.

Her patience had limits, and Satish was pushing every single one of them today.

So, she stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to see him," she declared, determination flashing in her eyes.

Her friends exchanged knowing smirks.

"Go get your man," Rutuja teased.

"Shut up!" she hissed, before marching off toward the faculty wing.

Satish was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples, when the knock came.

He didn't even look up.

"Come in."

The door clicked open.

"Too busy to even look at me, Professor?"

His head snapped up so fast it almost gave him whiplash.

There she was.

Standing at his door, arms folded, looking like she had every intention of scolding him.

And suddenly he felt alive again.

A slow smirk curved on his lips.

"Ah, look who finally remembered her Professor exists."

Sharayu narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? You've been avoiding me all day!"

Satish leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Sweetheart, if I had my way, you'd be in my lap right now, not standing three feet away from me like a stranger."

Her stomach flipped.

But she refused to let him distract her.

"Then what's stopping you?" she challenged.

His smirk deepened.

"Come here and find out."

Sharayu hesitated.

She had come here intending to scold him for ignoring her, but now...

The way he was looking at her with pure, unfiltered intensity was wrecking her focus.

She let out a breath.

"You should at least text me when you're busy," she muttered, stepping closer. "I was waiting for you the whole day, you know?"

His expression softened.

"And here I thought I was the only one suffering," he murmured, reaching out to grab her wrist.

Before she could react, he pulled her forward right onto his lap.

A small gasp escaped her lips.

"Satish!" she scolded, but he just wrapped his arms around her waist, locking her in place.

"Missed you," he confessed, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder.

Her heart skipped.

"You have a ridiculous way of showing it," she mumbled, trying to sound annoyed.

Satish just hummed, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back.

"Are you still mad at me?" he whispered against her ear.

Her breath hitched.

This man was unfair.

She had every intention of staying mad at him.

But with the way he was holding her? The warmth of his hands? The deep timbre of his voice?

She was melting.

Completely.

She sighed in defeat.

"You're impossible."

He chuckled, nuzzling into her neck.

"And you're adorable when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" she argued.

Satish smirked. "No? Then why did you come running to me the moment I didn't give you attention?"

Sharayu froze.

He had her there.

Satish laughed at her silence, loving every bit of her flustered state.

"You're the worst," she grumbled, hiding her face in his shoulder.

He grinned.

"You love me, sweetheart."

She sighed.

"Yeah," she admitted softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I really do."

His arms tightened around her.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I don't plan on letting you go. Ever."

Satish sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers pressing into his temples. The weight of the day was catching up to him. Endless files, meetings, and responsibilities he barely had time to breathe, let alone enjoy a moment with Sharayu.

Sharayu, still perched on his lap, noticed the tension in his shoulders. The stiffness in his posture. The slight crease between his brows.

Her heart clenched.

"You're tired," she murmured, reaching out before he could protest.

Her hands pressed gently against his shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles.

Satish's breath hitched.

"Sharayu..." His voice was a warning.

She ignored it.

"I know you don't need this," she whispered, kneading slow, firm circles into his shoulder blades. "But I want to do this for you."

Satish's grip on her waist tightened.

"You shouldn't," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "Because if you keep touching me like this, sweetheart... I won't be able to stop myself."

Sharayu flushed.

"I I'm just helping!" she defended, though her own heartbeat was betraying her.

Satish exhaled sharply, tilting his head back slightly as her fingers worked their magic.

"You're dangerous," he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "You know that?"

Sharayu bit her lip, watching his face soften under her touch.

"I just want to take care of you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Satish opened his eyes at that, dark and filled with something intense.

He caught her wrist, pulling her closer, their faces inches apart.

"You do," he said, voice husky. "More than anyone ever has."

Sharayu swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the warmth between them.

Satish's gaze dropped to her lips.

She sucked in a breath.

"Satish..."

His fingers traced her wrist, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You know what I need, Sharayu?" he murmured, his voice laced with something dark and teasing.

She blinked.

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"I need you," he whispered.

Her breath caught.

She wasn't sure who moved first but suddenly, she was kissing him.

Slow, deep, lingering.

Satish groaned, one hand tangling in her hair, the other gripping her waist.

The tension of the entire day, the frustration, the longing it all melted into that kiss.

Sharayu's fingers curled into his shoulders, pressing closer.

Satish smirked against her lips.

"Are you still just 'helping' me, sweetheart?" he teased.

She pulled back, cheeks burning.

"You're insufferable," she muttered.

He chuckled, running his thumb over her flushed cheek.

"And you're irresistible."

Her heart skipped. .

The air between them was charged, thick with unspoken words and something much deeper something undeniable.

Satish's fingers moved slowly, deliberately, tracing the curve of her cheek. His touch was featherlight, yet it sent a ripple through her, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Sharayu stilled, her breath catching in her throat as his thumb brushed against her lower lip. Soft. Tempting. Teasing.

His eyes dark, intense, filled with something she couldn't escape watched her every reaction.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" he murmured, his voice low, almost husky.

Sharayu swallowed hard, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"Satish..." she whispered, but even she wasn't sure if it was a protest or a plea.

He smirked, his fingers sliding into her hair, tilting her face up to him.

"Say it again," he coaxed, his voice like velvet.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

"Satish," she breathed, this time softer, her lips parting as his fingertips threaded through the strands of her hair, pulling her closer inch by tantalizing inch.

His other hand cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking her skin as if memorizing every inch.

"You drive me insane," he muttered, pressing his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how badly I want to "

He stopped himself, exhaling sharply, as if trying to rein himself in.

Sharayu's heart pounded as she dared to move closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them.

Her fingers grazed his collarbone, trailing up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer, closer, until their lips were barely a breath apart.

"You shouldn't look at me like that, sweetheart," Satish whispered, his voice rough with restraint.

"Like what?" she murmured.

"Like you're mine."

Her breath hitched.

Satish's grip tightened ever so slightly in her hair, his lips hovering over hers.

"Because if you keep doing that..." he murmured, his lips grazing her jawline, slow, torturous.

Sharayu trembled under his touch.

"Then I won't be able to stop myself," he finished, his voice dark and laced with undeniable hunger.

A shiver ran down her spine.

The room felt too small, too charged with the electricity crackling between them. Every movement, every breath, every glance was a silent challenge a game of who would break first.

Sharayu's fingers remained curled at the back of his neck, her nails scraping ever so lightly against his skin. Satish's jaw clenched at the sensation, his fingers still buried in her hair, holding her in place as though she might slip away if he let go.

"You should step back, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low, controlled but only barely.

She didn't move.

"Why?" she whispered, her lips almost brushing against his with the single word.

A dangerous glint flickered in Satish's eyes. His grip on her waist tightened.

"Because I'm not sure I can behave if you don't," he admitted, his lips hovering over her temple.

Sharayu's breath shuddered.

"Then don't," she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Satish exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he muttered.

"Then show me," she said, her voice soft but firm.

His patience snapped.

With a swift tug, he pulled her flush against him, his arms locking around her as though she belonged there. His hand skimmed over her back, tracing every curve, memorizing every inch.

His lips brushed the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Sharayu..." he warned, his voice rough, almost desperate.

She tilted her head slightly, giving him better access, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Say it," he whispered against her skin, his breath hot, teasing.

She swallowed hard.

"Say what?" she managed to ask, though her voice betrayed her.

"That you're mine," he said, his lips hovering just above hers, his gaze dark and unwavering.

Sharayu's heart pounded.

She could deny it. She could push him away. She could pretend that this wasn't exactly where she wanted to be.

But instead, she held his gaze and whispered, "I've always been yours."

A guttural groan escaped him before his lips crashed onto hers fierce, breath-stealing, unrelenting.

The kiss was not soft, not gentle, not hesitant. It was claiming, consuming like he had waited an eternity for this moment and refused to waste another second.

His fingers sank Into her waist, pulling her impossibly close as though she could disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough.

Sharayu melted against him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensation.

His lips moved against hers with a raw intensity, his breath mingling with hers as the world around them blurred into nothingness.

It was only when they both ran out of air that Satish finally pulled back, his forehead pressing against hers.

His breathing was ragged.

"Now," he whispered, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. "Say it again."

Sharayu laughed softly, breathless and dizzy.

"I've always been yours," she repeated, her voice filled with unspoken promises.

A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.

"Damn right, you are," he murmured before stealing one last lingering kiss.

***

Sharayu's head rested against his chest, their breaths mingling in the charged silence of his office. Satish held her like she was the most precious thing In his world, his fingers tracing idle circles over the small of her back. The taste of their kiss still lingered on their lips, in the air, in the very space between them.

Her hands clutched at his lavender shirt, her fingers fisting the fabric as though she could hold onto this moment forever. He exhaled, his breath warm against her hairline, his other hand still tangled in her thick locks.

"Satish," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

He hummed, his fingers still tracing lazy, torturous patterns along her spine.

She knew she should move. Step back. Create distance. But she didn't want to.

Instead, she pressed closer, her nose grazing the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him.

His arms tightened around her instinctively.

"Sweetheart, if you don't stop clinging to me like this..." His voice was rough, gravelly with restraint.

"Then what?" she murmured, tilting her head up just enough for her lips to brush his jaw.

Satish stiffened.

"Then I might do something reckless," he confessed, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Sharayu smiled against his skin, her fingers tracing the edges of his collar, deliberately teasing.

"You already did," she pointed out, tilting her face up so their noses brushed.

Satish chuckled, low and dangerous.

"Shameless," he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers so close yet not close enough.

"You love it," she shot back, her voice playful, breathless.

His gaze darkened, his thumb pressing against her chin, tilting her face up fully.

"More than you know," he admitted.

Her heart stuttered.

He leaned in again, his lips grazing the corner of her mouth, just enough to set her skin on fire but not enough to satisfy the ache he had ignited.

"But you should go now, Sharayu," he murmured, though his hands showed no signs of letting her go.

She blinked up at him, her breath hitching as his thumb stroked her jawline.

"Do you want me to?" she challenged.

His smirk was sinful.

"No," he admitted, his eyes dropping to her lips. "But if you stay any longer, I won't let you leave at all."

A shiver ran down her spine.

She swallowed, forcing herself to step back, though the space between them suddenly felt too vast, too empty.

Satish watched her, his eyes hooded, his hands still itching to pull her back.

Sharayu smoothed her hair, biting her lip to suppress the smug smile forming.

"See you in class, Professor," she teased, deliberately emphasizing his title before turning to leave.

Satish groaned, raking a hand through his already tousled hair.

***

As Sharayu walked away, a smug smile tugged at her lips, knowing she had successfully rattled Satish Rajvanshi like no one else could.

But what she didn't know was that she had left something behind.

Satish leaned against his desk, exhaling sharply, his body still thrumming with the warmth of her touch. He ran a hand down his face, trying to gather himself, but the moment his fingers brushed his jaw, he froze.

A faint, sticky Imprint greeted his skin.

His brows furrowed. He strode to the mirror on the side wall of his cabin, tilting his head and there it was.

A lipstick mark.

Right on his jaw.

His eyes darkened instantly, the memory of her lips grazing his skin flashing back in a heartbeat.

A gift that only she could give.

A slow, dangerous smirk curved on his lips.

Sharayu...

That woman was going to ruin him.

Just as he was thinking about ways to make her pay for this, his phone vibrated.

Sharayu: I forgot to give you your birthday gift yesterday.

His smirk widened.

Satish: Did you? I think you already left one on my jaw, sweetheart.

A pause.

Sharayu: What?

Sharayu: Wait WHAT?!

He chuckled darkly. He could practically hear her gasp through the text.

Before he could tease her more, another message popped up.

Sharayu: Meet me outside your cabin. I need to give you something.

Curious, he straightened his shirt, wiped the lipstick mark off before anyone else noticed, and strode out.

When he reached the hallway, Sharayu was waiting, her arms crossed, a small package in her hand, and a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes.

"You were in a hurry to meet me," he smirked, standing close too close.

She rolled her eyes, pushing the package toward him.

"Take it," she said, avoiding his gaze.

Satish took the gift but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his intense stare.

"What did you get me, sweetheart?" His voice was low, teasing, the same voice that always made her heart race.

"Something that will remind you of me," she muttered, suddenly feeling shy under his burning gaze.

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't need a gift for that. You already consume every part of my mind, Sharayu."

Her breath hitched.

"Just... open it," she said, pushing the package into his hands again.

Satish tore off the wrapper, and inside was a sleek, black wristwatch simple yet elegant, engraved with something on the inner side of the strap.

He flipped It over.

"S ♥ S"

His heart clenched.

His fingers brushed over the engraving, the weight of the watch feeling more significant than any expensive gift he had ever received.

"You have everything," Sharayu murmured, watching his reaction. "I wanted to give you something that stays with you. Something that keeps me with you, even when I'm not around."

Satish swallowed, his throat tightening with emotions he couldn't put into words.

His fingers curled around the watch, and then around her wrist, pulling her close.

"You do realize what this means, don't you?" he murmured, his breath fanning against her temple.

Sharayu swallowed, looking up at him. "What?"

His thumb brushed over her pulse point, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You just branded me as yours, Sharayu," he whispered, his voice dark, possessive. "And now, I'll make sure you never forget that you're mine."

Her breath hitched. "Satish "

But before she could say anything else, his lips brushed against her forehead, lingering there, a silent vow.

Then he stepped back, strapped the watch onto his wrist, and smirked.

"Perfect fit," he murmured. "Just like you in my life."

Sharayu's face burned, her heart hammering.

He turned to leave but then paused, looking over his shoulder.

"By the way," he added with a slow, devilish smirk. "The lipstick mark? I almost didn't wipe it off. Wouldn't have minded walking around with proof that you're all over me."

Sharayu gasped, smacking his arm.

"Satish!" she hissed.

He chuckled, leaned in, and whispered, "Next time, do it on purpose, hmm?"

And with that, he walked away leaving her standing there, flustered, breathless, and hopelessly in love with the man who would forever wear her mark, whether on his skin or on his wrist.

Sharayu stood rooted in place, her heart hammering against her ribs. That man. That insufferable, teasing, maddening man.

How dare he say something like that and walk away so casually?

She clenched her fists, still feeling the warmth of his breath against her ear, still replaying his words in her head

"Next time, do it on purpose, hmm?"

Her face burned. She shook her head, trying to compose herself, but her heart? That traitor was doing summersaults.

Just then, a voice broke her out of her daze.

"Sharayu!"

She turned to find Rutuja and Arohi approaching, their expressions full of curiosity and mischief.

"What were you doing standing here all dazed, huh?" Rutuja wiggled her eyebrows. "And why does your face look like a tomato?"

Arohi narrowed her eyes. "Wait a second this look... I know this look. Did Satish Sir say something again?"

Sharayu immediately turned away, a little too quickly, which only confirmed their suspicions.

"Oh. My. God." Rutuja gasped, grabbing her by the arm. "HE DID, DIDN'T HE?"

Arohi was grinning. "Spill. Right now."

"There's nothing to spill," Sharayu huffed, attempting to walk past them, but they blocked her way like professional interrogators.

"Oh, don't even try to escape," Rutuja said. "We know you, Sharayu. Your silence speaks volumes."

Arohi smirked. "Did he flirt with you? Did he say something romantic? Or did he do something?"

Sharayu groaned, knowing they wouldn't let this go. "Fine. I just gave him a birthday gift. That's it."

Rutuja and Arohi looked at each other, then back at her.

"...And?"

Sharayu bit her lip. "And... he may have left with a lipstick mark on his jaw."

The two girls squealed so loudly that a few students passing by looked at them weirdly.

"No. Freaking. Way." Rutuja grabbed her shoulders. "SHARAYU. ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"Was it accidental or intentional?" Arohi's grin was positively wicked.

Sharayu groaned. "It was an accident! I didn't even realize it until he texted me about it."

Rutuja gasped dramatically. "And he told you? That means he liked it."

Arohi nodded. "Not only that, but he also teased you about it, didn't he?"

Sharayu didn't reply, but her blush deepened, which was all the confirmation they needed.

"Oh my god," Rutuja fanned herself. "The tension between you two is INSANE."

Arohi smirked. "What's next? A matching lipstick mark on his tie? On his shirt collar?"

"GUYS!" Sharayu covered her face. "PLEASE STOP."

They just laughed, linking arms with her as they walked to class.

Meanwhile, in his office, Satish was still looking at his wrist.

His fingers absentmindedly traced over the engraving on the strap.

"S ♥ S."

A gift he never expected.

A gift that now felt like a permanent reminder of her presence in his life.

He let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips.

"You wanted to give me something that stays with me, sweetheart?" he thought.

"Well, joke's on you. Because you're already in every breath I take."

And with that thought, he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of belonging to someone who had unknowingly claimed him long ago.

***

Sharayu's father had been feeling discomfort in his chest since morning, but he chose to ignore it, not wanting to worry anyone. He went about his day as usual, keeping his pain to himself. After dinner, he quietly retired to his room, assuming that a little rest would help.

But as the night deepened, so did his unease. By 11 PM, the discomfort had escalated his chest felt tight, and a dull ache spread toward his left arm. He tried to shift in bed, to find some relief, but the pain only worsened. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His breathing became labored, shallow. He clenched his shirt over his heart, his fingers trembling slightly.

In the living room, Sharayu was sitting with her mother and brother, absently scrolling through her phone when a sudden, muffled noise from their father's room made them turn their heads. At first, they dismissed it, thinking he had just moved in his sleep. But then, another sound this time a sharp gasp. Her mother frowned, standing up.

"Sharayu, check on your Baba," she said, already moving toward the room.

Sharayu's brother followed, his tall frame tense with concern. When they pushed open the door, their father was slumped against the headboard, clutching his chest, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His breathing was uneven, his expression twisted in pain.

"Baba!" Sharayu's voice came out shaky, her body frozen in place.

Their mother rushed to his side, panic evident in her eyes. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked, her hands hovering uncertainly, not knowing where to touch, how to help.

Her brother quickly took charge. "We need to get him to the hospital, now!" he barked, already pulling his phone out to call for help.

Sharayu's hands shook as she tried to process what was happening. Her mind had gone blank her usually sharp thinking clouded by fear. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow, almost mirroring her father's. She wanted to move, to do something, but her legs felt like lead.

The next few moments were a blur. Their neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed over. One of them helped support her father while another neighbor offered their car. Together, they carefully got him inside, her brother sitting beside him, holding onto his arm. Their mother climbed in as well, her hands pressed together in silent prayer.

Sharayu? She remained frozen at the entrance of the house, her feet rooted to the ground. Everything around her moved in fast-forward, but she was stuck trapped in an overwhelming wave of helplessness. It was only when her brother yelled her name that she snapped out of it and hurried to the car, squeezing in before they sped off toward the hospital.

The car ride to the hospital was suffocatingly silent, except for the labored breathing of her father and the occasional sharp directions from her brother to the driver. Sharayu sat beside her mother, gripping her hand tightly, her mind racing with a thousand terrifying possibilities.

Her father's head rested against the seat, his face still pale, his brows furrowed in discomfort. Every wince of pain from him sent a sharp stab of fear through her heart. Her mother kept whispering prayers under her breath, her lips trembling, while her brother kept his arm wrapped protectively around their father, his eyes flickering between him and the road ahead.

Upon reaching the hospital, the medical staff acted immediately. A stretcher was brought, and their father was wheeled inside without a second of delay.

"Sir, can you hear me? How long has the pain been going on?" the doctor asked in a professional but urgent tone.

"Since morning," her father admitted weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sharayu's mother let out a choked sob. "You were in pain since morning, and you didn't tell us?" she cried.

Her brother ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Damn it, Baba! Why would you hide something like this?"

Sharayu stood there, mute, unable to process anything. Everything felt unreal, like a bad dream. The beeping of machines, the hurried voices of the nurses, the harsh white lights it all felt like a different world, one where nothing was in her control.

After what felt like hours, the doctor emerged from the emergency room. The three of them rushed toward him, anxious for any news.

"He had a mild heart attack," the doctor explained, adjusting his glasses. "It's a good thing you brought him in on time. His vitals are stable now, but we need to monitor him closely for the next 24 hours. He'll need rest, medication, and a lot of care."

Sharayu's legs almost gave out at the words heart attack. Her mother let out another broken sob, and her brother immediately steadied her.

"Can we see him?" Sharayu finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded. "One at a time. He's weak, but conscious."

Her mother was the first to enter, and Sharayu watched from outside as she held their father's hand, tears streaming down her face. Then her brother went in, speaking to their father in a low, urgent voice probably scolding him for hiding his pain.

When it was finally her turn, Sharayu hesitated before stepping inside.

Her father lay on the hospital bed, looking tired but alive. Relief flooded her chest, but at the same time, an overwhelming wave of emotion choked her.

She walked up to him slowly, her hands clenched into fists. "Baba," she whispered.

He gave her a weak smile. "Don't look so scared, beta. I'm not going anywhere."

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she blinked them away. "Why didn't you tell us?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly. "Do you know how scared we were?"

He sighed, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I didn't want to worry you all. I thought it would pass."

Sharayu let out a shaky breath, squeezing his hand tightly. "Never do this again," she whispered. "We're supposed to take care of you, not the other way around."

Her father chuckled weakly. "You sound like your mother."

Sharayu gave him a watery smile, but deep inside, her heart still clenched in fear. The thought of losing him had shaken her to the core.

That night, as they all sat outside the ICU, waiting, watching, hoping Sharayu realized something.

Life was unpredictable. And the thought of losing a loved one was unbearable.

She needed to tell Satish. But not now. For now, her family needed her.

Sharayu had never seen her mother like this before utterly broken, her strong, composed exterior crumbling right before her eyes. Her mother sat on the small hospital bench beside her father's bed, clutching his hand as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. Silent tears streamed down her face, her lips trembling as she whispered prayers under her breath.

"Why didn't you tell me, Madhav?" her mother choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've never been to a hospital before... never... and now... now you're lying here like this..."

Her father, still weak, gave a tired sigh. "I didn't want to worry you, Kalyani."

"Worry me? Worry me?!" her mother's voice broke mid-sentence as fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "You almost " She couldn't even say the words. The thought alone was unbearable.

Sharayu watched her mother's breakdown with a heavy heart. She had never seen her like this always the strongest pillar in the family, always the one comforting others. But now? Now she was the one falling apart.

Sharayu inhaled sharply and blinked back her own tears. No. I can't break down too. Someone had to stay strong.

She sat down beside her mother and took her hands in hers, squeezing them tightly.

"Aai," she said softly, forcing steadiness into her voice. "Baba is fine now. The doctor said he's stable. He's here with us, he's talking to us. He's not going anywhere."

Her mother shook her head, looking at her with eyes filled with fear. "But what if "

"No 'what ifs,' Aai," Sharayu interrupted gently but firmly. "We caught it on time. He's going to get better. We'll take care of him together."

Her mother sobbed softly, shaking her head. "I can't... I can't see him like this, Sharayu. He has always been so strong. He never even got a fever, and now..." Her voice cracked. "What if I lose him?"

Sharayu's heart clenched, but she didn't let her own fear show. Instead, she cupped her mother's face and wiped her tears away with her thumbs.

"Aai, you are the one who always tells me to be strong, right?" she said, a small, encouraging smile forming on her lips. "Now it's my turn to remind you. Baba needs us to be strong for him. He doesn't need to see us crying. He needs to see that we believe he'll be okay."

Her mother sniffled, looking at her with watery eyes. "But how are you staying so strong?"

Sharayu let out a soft breath. "Because I know Baba. He's a fighter. And we are his family. We won't let anything happen to him."

Her mother searched her face, and after a long moment, she nodded, gripping Sharayu's hands tightly. "You're right," she whispered. "I need to be strong... for him, for all of us."

Sharayu smiled and kissed her mother's forehead. "That's my Aai."

Her mother let out a shaky breath and turned back to her father, placing her hand gently on his forehead. "You scared me," she murmured.

Her father, with all the strength he could muster, gave her a tired but reassuring smile. "I'm sorry, Kalyani," he whispered. "I'll listen to you from now on."

Sharayu chuckled softly. "Good. Because if you don't, I'll make sure Aai makes you eat only boiled vegetables from now on."

Her father groaned dramatically. "Nooo... anything but that."

Her mother let out a watery laugh, and for the first time that night, Sharayu saw a little bit of relief in her eyes.

Yes, things were scary. Yes, their lives had changed in the blink of an eye. But they were together. And as long as they had each other, they would get through this.

On the outside, Sharayu was the pillar of strength her mother needed. She spoke with certainty, smiled with reassurance, and held her mother's trembling hands firmly. But inside? Inside, she was drowning in a storm she couldn't control.

Her father had alwayss been the strongest person she knew. The one who never got sick, who never complained about pain, who always put his family before himself. And now, seeing him lying there in a hospital bed, looking so weak and helpless it shattered something deep inside her.

Her mind kept replaying the moment she had seen him clutching his chest in pain. The panic in his eyes, the sheer helplessness that had gripped her family. It had all happened so fast. One moment, everything was normal, and the next, she was watching her neighbors help carry her father to the car, her mother sobbing, her brother trying to stay composed, and herself numb.

Even now, as she held her mother's hand, her own fingers were ice-cold. Her body felt like it was functioning on autopilot, responding, comforting, pretending to be strong. But inside, she was terrified.

What if we had been late?

What if something had gone wrong?

What if we still lose him?

That last thought sent a sharp pang through her chest, making her stomach twist painfully. No. She couldn't allow herself to think like that. Not now. Not when she had to be strong for her family.

But oh, how much she wanted to break.

She wanted to curl up in a corner and cry until her body ached. She wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would be fine. She wanted the safety of knowing that her father would get up from that bed, scold her for worrying too much, and ask for his evening tea like he always did.

Her eyes burned, but she blinked back the tears before they could spill.

This wasn't the time for her to be weak.

She had to be strong. For Aai. For her brother. For Baba.

For herself.

So she took a deep breath, steadied her trembling hands, and forced herself to smile to be the strength her family needed, even if inside, she was falling apart.

The night at the hospital felt endless. Time stretched unbearably, and every passing minute felt heavier than the last. The rhythmic beeping of machines from the ICU, the hushed voices of nurses, and the occasional hurried footsteps of doctors filled the air with an eerie silence that made everything feel surreal.

Sharayu sat on one of the plastic chairs outside the ICU, her back aching from exhaustion, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. Her mother had tried to insist that she and her brother go home to rest, but neither of them had agreed. How could they? Their father was inside, fighting through the night, and leaving him alone was unimaginable.

Her brother sat beside her, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together in tense silence. He hadn't said much, but she knew he was just as shaken as she was. Every once in a while, their mother would sigh deeply, wipe her tired eyes, and mumble prayers under her breath.

It was a long, agonizing wait.

Sharayu's body screamed for rest, but her mind refused to shut down. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father's pained expression from the night before, heard her mother's cries, felt the cold rush of fear that had taken over her. She hugged herself, trying to stop the shivers that weren't from the cold but from the emotional exhaustion crashing over her.

At some point, a nurse walked over and assured them that the doctors were keeping a close watch. "His vitals are stable for now," she had said, offering a small smile. "You should rest a little."

Rest? How could they?

Hours passed, and finally, morning arrived, bringing with it a few familiar faces.

Their neighbors, who had helped them last night, returned, bringing fresh tea and some food. "You both should eat something," an elderly woman said, handing a thermos to Sharayu. "You won't be of any help if you fall sick yourselves."

Another neighbor patted her brother's back. "You're doing well, beta. Stay strong. Your father will be fine. He's a fighter."

Relatives also started arriving one by one. Some offered words of comfort, while others, as expected, spoke in hushed voices about how life was unpredictable. "Just yesterday, everything was fine," an aunt murmured. "Who knew something like this would happen overnight?"

Another relative pulled Sharayu into a side hug. "You're taking care of everything so well, dear. Your father will be so proud when he wakes up and sees how strong you've been."

Sharayu forced a small smile at their words, nodding quietly. But inside, she wasn't sure how long she could keep up this strength.

***

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city...

Satish stared at his phone, confused and a little irritated. Sharayu hadn't replied to any of his texts since last night. Not even a single "I'm busy" or "I'll talk later." He had called her multiple times, but every call went unanswered.

It was unusual.

Very unusual.

His forehead creased in concern as he scrolled through their last conversation from yesterday evening. Everything had been fine. She was her usual self, teasing him, laughing. And then... silence.

Satish leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. Something is wrong.

Sharayu was never the kind of person to ignore him like this. Even if she was upset, she would have at least sent one message. But this? This complete silence? It was making him uneasy.

He grabbed his phone again, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed her number once more, hoping she would pick up this time.

Sharayu sat outside the ICU, her fingers curled around the steaming cup of tea their neighbors had brought. She wasn't drinking it, just holding onto it, feeling the warmth seep into her skin as if it could ease the exhaustion weighing on her. Her mother had finally dozed off on the chair beside her, and her brother was speaking to a doctor at the other end of the hallway.

The night had been long. No, it had been endless.

Just then, she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Sharayu?"

She looked up to see Neelesh standing in front of her, concern etched deep into his face. He was one of Satish's closest friends, someone she had met a couple of times before. But right now, she couldn't even process his presence properly.

"What happened? I heard from someone that your father is in the ICU," he asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Sharayu blinked, her mind sluggish from exhaustion, but she nodded slowly. "Chest pain... he wasn't feeling well since morning, but he didn't tell anyone. It got worse at night, and we had to bring him here."

Neelesh sighed, sitting beside her. "How is he now?"

She exhaled, her shoulders sagging. "Stable for now... but the doctors are still monitoring him."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That's good. He'll be fine. You're handling this well."

She let out a small, humorless laugh. "I don't think I am... but I have to."

There was a brief silence before Neelesh asked, "Does Satish know?"

Her breath hitched.

Satish.

Her eyes widened slightly as realization dawned upon her. She hadn't told him. She hadn't replied to his texts, hadn't answered his calls. Not because she was avoiding him, but because she had... completely forgotten.

"I " she started, only to pause, her mind racing. Where was her phone?

She patted the pockets of her jeans, checked her bag, only to freeze mid-motion. It wasn't there.

"Damn it," she muttered, rubbing her forehead. "I left my phone at home last night in all the panic."

Neelesh frowned. "So, he doesn't know anything?"

Sharayu shook her head, guilt creeping up her spine. "No... he must be worried sick."

Sharayu clenched her jaw. She could already imagine Satish frustrated, impatient, and worried. He was never the type to sit back when something felt wrong. And right now, she had given him every reason to be restless.

"I'll tell him," Neelesh said after a moment, standing up.

Sharayu's eyes snapped to his. "You will?"

"Of course." He gave her a small smile. "You take care of uncle and your family. I'll handle Satish before he loses his mind."

She nodded, feeling a little lighter. "Thank you, Neelesh."

He patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. Just focus on your dad."

As he walked away, Sharayu sighed, leaning back against the cold wall of the hospital. Her father was still inside the ICU, and her mother needed her strength. That was her priority right now.

Satish... would understand.

She just hoped he wouldn't do something reckless before then.

Satish sat in his cabin, flipping through a file, but his mind wasn't on his work. He was restless. His fingers tapped against the wooden desk, his eyes shifting towards his phone for the hundredth time that day.

Still no reply from Sharayu.

It wasn't like her. Even if she were busy, she would have at least sent a short text. But since last night, there had been nothing. No calls, no messages. Just silence.

His phone buzzed suddenly, and his brows furrowed at the name flashing on the screen.

Neelesh.

Why was he calling at this hour?

He picked up immediately. "Hello?"

"Satish..." Neelesh's voice was serious, unlike his usual playful tone.

Satish sat up straight. "What happened?"

There was a pause, followed by a deep sigh. "Listen... there's something you need to know."

Satish's grip tightened on the phone. "Just say it, Neelesh."

"It's about Sharayu."

His breath hitched. His mind immediately jumped to the worst. "What about her? Is Sharayu okay?"

"She's fine," Neelesh assured quickly. "But her father... he's in the hospital."

Satish went completely still. His heartbeat echoed in his ears. "What?"

"He had chest pain since yesterday morning but didn't tell anyone. At night, it got worse, and they had to rush him to the hospital. He's in the ICU."

Satish shot up from his chair, knocking over a few papers in the process. "ICU?! And you're telling me this now?!"

"She left her phone at home in the panic. She couldn't contact you."

Satish's jaw clenched. Of course. That explained why she had gone completely silent.

His heart ached at the thought of her sitting in a hospital, scared and exhausted, without him there. He should have known something was wrong. He should have gone to her house the moment she didn't respond.

"How is he now?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"He's stable, but still under observation."

Satish exhaled, rubbing his face. "And Sharayu?"

Neelesh sighed. "She's holding it together for her family, but... you know her. She's not okay."

Satish closed his eyes for a second. He could already picture her trying to be strong, pushing her own pain aside, taking care of her mother and brother while suffering in silence.

His fingers curled around his phone. "Which hospital?"

Neelesh hesitated. "Satish "

"Which hospital, Neelesh?!" His voice was sharp, impatient.

Neelesh finally gave in. "City Hospital."

Satish grabbed his coat and stormed out of his cabin. "I'm on my way."

"Satish, listen "

But he had already hung up.

***

Satish didn't think twice. He drove like a madman through the city, weaving through traffic with only one destination in mind Sharayu.

The hospital loomed ahead, bright lights flickering against the night sky. He slammed the car door shut and rushed inside, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"ICU?" he asked breathlessly at the reception.

The nurse pointed down the corridor. Second left.

He didn't waste a second. His long strides carried him forward, his eyes scanning every face, every corner until he saw her.

Sharayu sat on one of the chairs outside the ICU, her arms wrapped around herself, staring blankly at the floor.

A lifeless shell of the girl he knew.

Her hair was unkempt, strands falling over her pale face. Dark circles lined her eyes, evidence of a sleepless night. Her hands trembled slightly, her entire body stiff as if she were holding herself together by sheer willpower.

His heart clenched at the sight.

This wasn't his Sharayu.

The girl who always had a sparkle in her eyes, who laughed at the smallest things, who teased him mercilessly this girl sitting here was someone else entirely.

And he hated seeing her like this.

The moment she looked up and saw him, her entire face crumpled.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, as if trying to hold back the emotions swirling inside her.

But the moment he took a step forward she broke.

She got up and ran straight to him.

And before he could even react, she crashed into his chest, her arms winding tightly around his torso, burying her face into his shirt.

Satish froze for a second, caught off guard by the sheer force of her embrace. But the moment he felt the violent shudder of her body, the warm dampness seeping into his shirt from her silent tears he melted.

His arms wrapped around her, securing her against him as if she would disappear if he let go.

Sharayu clutched his shirt tightly, her entire body trembling against his. Her tears fell freely now, soaking the fabric of his coat. She sobbed, gasping for breath, but she didn't move away.

She was breaking apart in his arms.

And Satish let her.

He held her tighter, pressing his cheek against her hair, whispering soft reassurances, his own throat burning with emotions he couldn't voice.

"I'm here, sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice deep, steady, unwavering.

Her fingers fisted his coat even tighter, a silent plea to not let go.

"I c-can't " she choked out, her body shaking. "I tried, but I c-can't... I "

Satish shut his eyes, his own heart twisting painfully.

He ran his hand down her back, soothing her as she clung onto him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

"You don't have to hold it in anymore, Sharayu," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on her hair. "Not with me."

At his words, she sobbed harder, her pain finally pouring out in waves.

Satish tightened his grip.

No words could take away the fear, the exhaustion, the pain she was feeling.

So he just held her.

Held her like he was her anchor in the middle of a storm.

Held her like nothing in the world could hurt her as long as he was there.

And at that moment, he made a silent promise.

He wouldn't let her go through this alone.

Not now. Not ever.

Chaitanya walked swiftly down the hospital corridor, clutching the brown paper bag of medicines in his hand. His mind was occupied with his father's condition, the constant worry gnawing at him like a relentless storm.

His baby sister hadn't eaten or rested since last night. Their mother was on the verge of breaking down, and he he had to stay strong for them all.

As he approached the ICU waiting area, he stopped in his tracks.

Sharayu wasn't sitting on the cold plastic chair where he had left her.

Instead, she was clung to someone.

Chaitanya's grip on the bag tightened, his brows furrowing as he took in the scene before him.

A tall man stood there, his arms wrapped protectively around Sharayu. Her fingers clutched his shirt tightly, her entire body trembling against him. She was sobbing openly, vulnerably, breaking apart in his hold.

And the man?

He held her as if she was his entire world.

Chaitanya's jaw clenched.

Who the hell was this?

The man was dressed simply only in a button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his toned forearms. No coat, no tie, no hospital tag. Just him.

But what caught Chaitanya's attention the most was his expression.

His head was tilted down, his lips pressed against Sharayu's hair in a lingering touch almost like a silent promise. His hands caressed her back in slow, soothing strokes, whispering words Chaitanya couldn't hear.

Something familiar, yet unfamiliar twisted in Chaitanya's gut.

His baby sister the one who never showed weakness, who always had a fire in her eyes was now melting into this man's hold like he was the only thing keeping her from shattering.

And that didn't sit well with him.

His protective instincts flared.

Who was he? How did Sharayu know him? And most importantly why was she letting him see her like this?

Sharayu never cried in front of anyone.

Not even in front of their mother, not even in front of him.

But here she was clinging onto this man like he was her lifeline.

Chaitanya's lips pressed into a thin line.

Was he just some friend? No. There was something more.

The way this man was holding her wasn't casual.

It was possessive.

It was the kind of embrace only a man in love would give.

And the worst part?

Sharayu wasn't resisting it.

She was leaning into it. Trusting it. Needing it.

A foreign feeling settled in his chest.

He had spent his entire life protecting his sister, shielding her from every pain, every trouble.

And now, for the first time, someone else was doing it.

Who was he?

Taking a deep breath, Chaitanya finally stepped forward.

Sharayu still hadn't noticed him.

But the moment his shoes tapped against the cold tile floor, the man's eyes flickered up.

Dark. Sharp. Unwavering.

And in that instant Chaitanya knew.

This man wasn't just anyone.

He was important to Sharayu.

The tension in the air thickened like an impending storm.

Satish's sharp eyes met Chaitanya's unwavering gaze. Neither of them looked away.

One was a man who had spent years protecting his little sister.

The other was a man who had sworn to love her in ways no one else ever could.

Sharayu, still lost in the moment, still shaken, didn't register it immediately.

But when Chaitanya's voice rang out firm, demanding, and edged with something dangerously close to anger she froze.

"Sharayu."

Her body tensed instantly.

Her fingers, which had been fisting Satish's shirt as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded, loosened.

The warmth she had been soaking in, the unspoken comfort Satish had been giving her all of it vanished in an instant.

She turned around, eyes wide, guilt flashing across her face.

This was not the way she had wanted her family to know.

Not here.

Not now.

Not when her father was lying in the ICU, fighting his battle.

She swallowed hard, struggling to form words.

Chaitanya's eyes flickered between her and Satish. Dark. Suspicious. Protective.

His jaw tightened. "Who is he?"

Sharayu opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Before she could respond, Satish stepped forward.

His voice was steady, deep, calm.

Unapologetic.

"Satish Singh Rajvanshi." He met Chaitanya's piercing gaze. "her Professor

A beat of silence.

A long, suffocating pause.

Then Chaitanya's expression shifted.

Realization dawned in his eyes, and it wasn't pleasant.

His younger sister, his Sharayu was clinging to her professor.

Her professor.

The brother in him roared.

This wasn't just some random man. This was her professor a man much older than her.

His lips pressed into a tight, thin line. His eyes, though emotionless on the surface, held something dangerous beneath.

He didn't like this.

Not one bit.

He took a slow step forward, towering over Satish by just a little.

Satish didn't flinch. Didn't move. Didn't even look away.

Chaitanya scoffed. "Professor?" His tone was mocking, laced with disbelief. "Interesting."

Sharayu's stomach twisted. She knew that tone.

Her brother was furious.

Not the kind of fury that exploded instantly, but the kind that simmered beneath the surface the worst kind.

Chaitanya's lips curled into something that resembled a smirk but held no humor.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of time to discuss this." His eyes flickered toward Sharayu, sharp and questioning. "And we definitely will."

Satish held his ground, not saying a word, but the weight of his presence of his claim was loud enough.

Sharayu held her breath.

Chaitanya turned on his heel without another glance at them.

He walked toward the ICU, shoulders stiff, back straight.

Sharayu felt her heart hammering against her ribs.

She turned to Satish, eyes filled with unspoken emotions.

This was just the beginning.

And she knew her brother wasn't going to let this go.

Sharayu sat on the cold hospital chair, her mind spiraling into a whirlwind of thoughts.

This wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Not here.

Not now.

Not when her father was fighting for his life behind those ICU doors.

Her stomach churned with unease.

What must Chaitanya be thinking?

Would he tell her mother?

Would he see Satish as a man who loved her or a professor who had crossed a line?

Would he start seeing her as a girl who made reckless choices?

No.

Her brother had always been her protector. But this... this was different.

This was her love.

Her choice.

Her future.

And now, it was out in the open exposed under his scrutinizing gaze.

A lump formed in her throat, her fingers curling into fists on her lap.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind flooding with worst-case scenarios.

Her mother's breakdown if she found out.

Her father's condition worsening because of this unnecessary tension.

Chaitanya arguing, accusing, warning her.

Satish's reputation at stake.

And worst of all

Losing Satish if things went terribly wrong.

The very thought sent a sharp pang through her chest.

She took a shaky breath.

And suddenly

A familiar warmth engulfed her.

She flinched slightly, but before she could react Satish was in front of her.

On his knees.

Right there, in the middle of the hospital hallway.

His large, warm hands covered hers, stopping her fingers from digging into her own skin.

His thumbs stroked the back of her hands gently, coaxing her to breathe.

Her eyes flew open, blinking through the haze of anxiety.

Satish's gaze locked onto hers, intense yet soothing.

"Sharayu..." His voice was soft, but firm. "Look at me."

She did.

She met those deep oceanic eyes the only place she had ever felt completely safe.

"You're thinking too much."

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

How could she not?

How could she not overthink, when her entire world had just shifted?

As if sensing her thoughts, he squeezed her hands.

"I'm here." His voice was a whisper now, laced with an unshakable promise. "With you. For you."

Her breath hitched.

His eyes softened, his forehead gently pressing against hers.

"We'll handle everything, together.

I won't let anything happen to you, to us."

Her chest tightened painfully.

She had spent the entire night being strong for her mother.

She had spent the entire morning fighting against her own emotions.

But right now

With Satish here, holding her, grounding her

She finally let go.

A broken sob escaped her lips as she leaned forward, resting her head against his shoulder.

Satish exhaled, wrapping his arms around her, shielding her from everything, even if just for a moment.

His hand ran through her hair, soothing, comforting, telling her without words that she wasn't alone.

That she would never be alone.

Seconds passed. Minutes maybe.

And then

A cough.

A deliberate, heavy cough.

Sharayu stiffened.

She turned her head slowly only to find Chaitanya standing there, arms crossed, one brow raised.

His expression unreadable.

She felt Satish's arms tighten protectively around her, but before either of them could say a word

Chaitanya sighed, shaking his head.

"Get up, Professor. This isn't a film scene."

And just like that the moment shattered

Satish let out a slow breath, his arms loosening around Sharayu as he pulled back. But his hand remained on her shoulder, steadying her.

Chaitanya's eyes flickered between the two, his expression unreadable. His usually sharp, observant gaze held something else something heavier.

Sharayu swallowed hard, wiping the stray tears off her cheeks.

Her brother had never seen her like this.

So vulnerable.

So helpless.

So desperately clinging to someone who wasn't him or their family.

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence.

The dull beeping of machines from the ICU.

The murmurs of other worried families in the hallway.

The hushed whispers of nurses passing by.

Chaitanya exhaled. Slow. Measured.

Then he spoke.

"Do I even need to ask what's going on?"

Sharayu froze.

Her fingers clenched the fabric of her salwar, nails digging into the soft cotton.

Satish straightened, standing up beside her. He squared his shoulders, not breaking eye contact with Chaitanya.

"I love your sister."

Sharayu's head snapped toward him, her breath catching.

Of course, she knew.

Of course, she felt it every time he looked at her.

But to say it so openly so fearlessly right now, in front of her brother?

It sent a shiver down her spine.

Chaitanya's lips pressed into a thin line. "I gathered that much."

Satish's jaw tightened. "Then I'll say it again. I love Sharayu. I'm not playing games with her."

Chaitanya's expression didn't change. If anything, it became even harder to read.

Then, his gaze shifted to Sharayu.

"And you?" His voice was calm. Too calm.

Her fingers twisted in her lap.

"Dada..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He didn't look away.

"Is this what you really want?"

Sharayu's heart pounded against her ribs.

This wasn't how she wanted it to happen.

Not here.

Not like this.

Not when her father was lying unconscious just a few feet away.

But this was reality.

This was her truth.

She lifted her chin, her voice steadier this time. "Yes."

Chaitanya's jaw twitched.

A muscle in his temple ticked.

He ran a hand over his face before letting out a dry chuckle. "Unbelievable."

Sharayu flinched. "Dada "

But he shook his head. "We'll talk about this later." His tone was final. "Right now, Dad is the priority."

She nodded quickly, relief washing over her that he wasn't making a scene.

Then, Chaitanya's eyes snapped back to Satish.

And the temperature in the hallway dropped.

"But let me be clear about one thing." His voice was low. "If you hurt her if she sheds even a single tear because of you "

He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice even more.

"I don't care if you're a professor, a respected man, or whatever the hell else."

Satish held his gaze, unflinching.

"You'll have to deal with me."

The silence that followed was thick.

Charged.

A battle of dominance, of unspoken warnings.

Satish nodded once. "Understood."

Chaitanya held his stare for a beat longer, then exhaled sharply.

"I'll be inside with Mom."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked toward the ICU, disappearing behind the doors.

Sharayu slumped back into her seat, releasing a shaky breath.

Her body was tense, drained.

Her eyes flickered to Satish, whose fists were still clenched at his sides.

She reached out, hesitantly placing her hand over his.

He finally turned to look at her.

His gaze softened instantly.

Her fingers squeezed his.

"I'm sorry."

His lips quirked, though his eyes held something else something unreadable.

"You don't have to be."

She sighed. "This is not how I wanted you to meet my brother."

Satish chuckled, but there was no real amusement in it.

"Trust me, sweetheart. I gathered that."

Sharayu bit her lip, looking down at their intertwined hands.

"You really didn't have to come."

His fingers curled around hers.

"But I did." His voice was firm. "And I'll keep coming whenever you need me."

Her throat tightened.

Because she knew he meant every word.

Satish squeezed Sharayu's hand, anchoring her to reality. She wanted to bury herself in his embrace, to let his presence erase the weight pressing down on her. But her brother's words still echoed in her mind.

She was scared not of her feelings, not of Satish, but of the battle that awaited her.

Her family was everything to her. But so was he.

Satish studied her face, reading her turmoil with ease. His thumb brushed against her knuckles in slow, soothing circles.

"Sharayu..." His voice was gentle, but firm. "Look at me."

She did.

His gaze was unwavering, filled with something intense, unshaken possessive.

"You don't have to choose between me and your family." His fingers curled around hers, warm and steady. "I'll fight for you."

Her lips parted, but she didn't know what to say.

He exhaled sharply, glancing toward the ICU doors. "Your brother doesn't trust me yet. I get it. He's protective. That's his job." His jaw tightened. "But my job is to love you. And I'll do it no matter how many obstacles come our way."

Sharayu's eyes stung.

Her heart pounded as she whispered, "Even if it takes time?"

Satish smirked, tilting his head. "Sweetheart, I have all the time in the world for you."

She let out a shaky laugh, but it was swallowed by the weight of reality pressing down on her.

She could feel her exhaustion creeping in. The sleepless night, the emotional drain, the tension between her family and Satish it was too much.

He noticed.

Satish stood up, gently tugging her to her feet. "Come here."

Before she could process it, he pulled her into his embrace, tucking her head under his chin.

And for the first time since last night, she let herself breathe.

His hand rested on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair in slow, comforting motions.

"You don't have to do this alone, Sharayu." His voice was quiet but firm. "Lean on me."

A lump formed in her throat. She clutched onto his shirt, eyes shutting tightly.

How did he always know exactly what she needed?

She wanted to stay like this forever. But before she could melt further into him, a voice shattered the moment.

"Ahem."

Sharayu stiffened.

Satish sighed, pulling back just slightly. His lips quirked upward before he turned his head.

Chaitanya stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. "Are you done?"

Sharayu swallowed, stepping away hastily. "Dada, I "

He held up a hand. "Aai is calling you inside. Dad just woke up."

Her breath hitched. "He he did?"

Chaitanya nodded. "Doctor said he's still weak, but stable for now."

Relief flooded through her, but before she could run inside, Chaitanya's gaze flickered back to Satish.

And the tension returned instantly.

Satish, to his credit, didn't look away.

"I'll be back," Sharayu whispered, squeezing Satish's hand briefly before rushing inside.

As soon as she was gone, Chaitanya exhaled. His sharp gaze lingered on Satish.

"You're really not going to back off, are you?"

Satish smirked. "Not a chance."

Chaitanya chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "You're either brave or stupid."

Satish leaned slightly, hands in his pockets. "I'd say I'm in love."

Chaitanya went silent.

For the first time, something shifted in his expression.

Something close to understanding.

But he masked it quickly.

"We'll see, Rajvanshi."

And with that, he turned and walked inside.

Satish exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

The battle had only just begun.

But for Sharayu he'd fight it all.

***

The sterile white walls of the hospital seemed colder as the evening set in. The scent of antiseptics lingered heavily in the air, a reminder that they weren't home that their world had shifted overnight into something they weren't prepared for.

The doctor had just left after checking on Sharayu's father, confirming that he was stable but still under observation. It was a small relief, but relief nonetheless.

Chaitanya, ever the responsible son, ran a hand through his disheveled hair before turning to his mother and Sharayu. "Aai, you and Sharayu should go home and freshen up. I'll stay with Baba. Once you're back, I'll go."

Before Sharayu could even nod, their mother shook her head, her voice firm despite the exhaustion evident in her eyes. "No. You and Sharayu go. I will stay."

Sharayu's eyebrows furrowed. "Aai, you haven't eaten properly since yesterday. You barely sat for a few minutes. At least come home, freshen up, and get some rest "

Her mother cut her off with a simple, unwavering look. "I am not leaving my husband alone."

There was no arguing with that.

Chaitanya sighed, rubbing his temples. "Aai, we are not asking you to go home and sleep. Just take a break, change your clothes, and eat something. You won't be able to take care of Baba if you collapse."

But their mother was just as stubborn as them, if not more. "I am fine."

Sharayu exchanged a glance with Chaitanya. They both knew that when their mother made up her mind, it was nearly impossible to change it.

But Sharayu couldn't ignore the fatigue in her mother's eyes, the weight of stress pressing on her shoulders.

She softened her voice. "Aai, at least let's do this Chaitanya and I will go home first, freshen up, bring some food, and then when we return, you can go for a little while."

Her mother hesitated, lips pressing into a thin line.

Chaitanya jumped in, "That's fair, right? You're not leaving him alone. We'll be here the entire time."

Finally, after what felt like forever, their mother exhaled. "Fine. But don't take too long."

Sharayu let out a relieved breath. "We won't."

Her mother glanced toward the ICU doors again, worry etched deep into her face. She didn't say anything, but Sharayu could read her thoughts easily.

What if something happens while I'm gone?

Sharayu stepped closer, gently placing a hand on her mother's arm. "He's strong, Aai. And he's stable. He'll be okay."

Her mother nodded absentmindedly, as if trying to convince herself.

Chaitanya sighed. "Let's go then."

Her father would be okay. He had to be.

The car ride back home wasn't as silent as Sharayu had expected it to be.

Satish was behind the wheel, driving steadily through the dimly lit streets, his hands gripping the steering just a little tighter than usual. Sharayu sat beside him in the passenger seat, exhausted, her head resting against the window. Chaitanya was in the back seat, arms crossed, his eyes occasionally flickering toward Satish with something unreadable in them.

Sharayu could feel the tension crackling in the air, heavy and unavoidable.

She wasn't the only one who felt it.

"So, Professor," Chaitanya finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I assume you're not just here because you're a concerned faculty member."

Satish didn't flinch. His grip on the steering wheel remained firm, but a knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "You assume correctly."

Chaitanya let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Then tell me... what exactly are your intentions toward my sister?"

Sharayu immediately turned to look at her brother, her body tensing. "Dada "

Chaitanya held up a hand, silencing her. "I'm talking to him, Sharayu."

Satish, to his credit, remained completely calm. He didn't seem intimidated by Chaitanya's protective stance if anything, he seemed to have expected this conversation.

"I love her," Satish said, his voice steady, unwavering. "And my intentions are exactly what they should be I want to be with her. I don't play games, and I don't make empty promises."

Chaitanya studied him for a long moment. "You do realize you're her professor, right? That there's a world of complications between you two?"

Satish exhaled through his nose. "I am well aware."

Chaitanya leaned forward slightly, voice lower, more pointed. "Then what's your plan? Because love is not enough, Professor. Loving her isn't going to protect her from the things people will say. From the challenges she'll face."

Sharayu opened her mouth to protest, but Satish spoke first.

"I know," he admitted, "and I would never let her face any of those things alone. I intend to stand by her, no matter what."

Chaitanya tilted his head. "Big words. But do you understand that she has a family? That we're the ones who will have to face society too?"

Satish met his gaze through the rearview mirror. "I understand that better than you think." His voice softened, but his resolve remained firm. "Look, I know this isn't ideal. I know I'm not the easiest person for you to accept. But I love her. And I will make sure that if she chooses me, she never regrets it."

A beat of silence.

Chaitanya didn't look entirely convinced, but something in Satish's words must have struck a chord because he sighed and leaned back.

"You seem pretty confident about her choosing you," Chaitanya remarked, his tone unreadable.

Satish finally glanced at Sharayu, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I like to believe she already has."

Sharayu's face turned warm, her heart stuttering at the way he looked at her.

Chaitanya exhaled, shaking his head. "I'm not saying I approve."

Satish nodded, as if he expected that. "I wouldn't expect you to not yet."

Chaitanya ran a hand through his hair before muttering, "But I'll be watching you."

Satish chuckled. "That's fair."

Sharayu sighed, rubbing her temples. "Are you two done now?"

Neither of them answered, but the slight shift in the air told her that, for now, this battle was at a temporary standstill.

And as Satish pulled into their house's driveway, she couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning of a much bigger war.

As soon as Chaitanya stepped out of the car and walked into the house, the atmosphere inside shifted. The momentary tension dissolved, leaving behind a quiet stillness. The only sounds were their soft breaths and the occasional rustling of the leaves outside.

Sharayu let out a slow sigh and leaned back against the seat, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. She hadn't even realized how exhausted she was until now. Every muscle in her body felt drained, her mind overwhelmed with the weight of everything that had happened.

Satish didn't start the car again. Instead, he turned to her, watching her closely. His fingers itched to reach out to her, to pull her closer, to take away every ounce of stress that weighed her down.

"Sharayu," he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The warmth in his eyes was enough to make her throat tighten with emotions she had been suppressing.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face before gently tucking it behind her ear. His touch was so soft, so reverent, that it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Baba will be fine," he said, his thumb tracing slow circles against her temple. "You know that, right?"

Sharayu swallowed, blinking back the tears that threatened to form again. "I... I want to believe that. But seeing him like that, so weak "

Before she could continue, Satish shifted closer, his hand cupping her cheek now. "Hey," he murmured, his forehead almost touching hers. "Do you really think someone as strong as Baba would let something like this keep him down for long? He's probably already thinking about getting back on his feet and scolding you for worrying too much."

A small, tired smile tugged at her lips. "You think so?"

He smirked. "I know so. And I also know that he wouldn't want his daughter sitting here, drowning in worry when she should be resting."

Sharayu exhaled a shaky breath. "I can't help it."

Satish tilted his head slightly, his thumb grazing over her bottom lip. "Then let me help you."

Before she could ask what he meant, his lips brushed against hers.

It was soft at first, slow and deliberate. A kiss meant to reassure, to remind her that she wasn't alone. But as she melted into him, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt, he deepened it, pouring every unspoken word into the way his lips moved against hers.

Sharayu sighed into the kiss, letting herself get lost in him, in the warmth of his touch, in the way he made her feel safe even in the middle of the storm.

When they finally pulled apart, her heart was racing, her cheeks warm.

Satish smirked, his fingers still caressing her cheek. "See? Told you I'd distract you."

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're impossible."

He chuckled. "And yet, you're still here, kissing me back."

She narrowed her eyes playfully, but before she could retort, he leaned in again, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Now, go inside and get some rest, sweetheart. You need it."

She nodded, her heart feeling just a little lighter than before. "Thank you, Satish."

His lips curled into a smirk. "Anytime, my love."

And as she finally stepped out of the car, she realized that, for the first time since the nightmare had begun, she felt like she could breathe again.

Sharayu stepped out of the car, but she lingered for a moment, gripping the door handle. She turned back to look at Satish, who was still sitting inside, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. His eyes met hers, soft yet intense, as if silently asking if she'd be okay.

"You're still worried," he said, more as a statement than a question.

She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the edge of the door. "Of course, I am."

Satish sighed, turning the engine off completely. In a swift motion, he stepped out of the car, walking around it until he stood right in front of her. The night air was cool, the streetlights casting a dim glow over them. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared just the two of them in this quiet moment of vulnerability.

Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his warmth.

Sharayu closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His hands ran up and down her back in soothing strokes, as if willing her to absorb some of his strength.

"You don't have to hold everything in, Sharayu," he murmured into her hair. "You've been strong for everyone your mother, your brother. Let me be strong for you."

Her fingers clenched into the fabric of his shirt as a shuddering breath left her lips. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him, Satish."

His grip on her tightened. "Nothing will happen to him. He's getting the best care, and you'll see soon, he'll be back to his usual self, lecturing you about studying and making sure you eat on time."

A soft chuckle escaped her at that, and Satish smiled against her hair.

"There's that smile," he whispered, his lips brushing the top of her head. "That's what I want to see."

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His hands found her face, his thumbs brushing away the faint traces of exhaustion under her eyes.

"Go inside and rest, sweetheart," he said gently. "I'll be back in the morning."

Sharayu frowned. "You don't have to "

He placed a finger against her lips, effectively silencing her. "I will. End of discussion."

Her heart swelled at his insistence, at the way he refused to let her go through this alone.

Feeling a sudden wave of emotion, she stood on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Satish. And... thank you."

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Just a kiss on the cheek? After everything I did to make you feel better?"

She rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the small smile tugging at her lips. "Go home, Professor, before my brother comes out looking for me."

Satish chuckled, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he finally let her go.

"Sweet dreams, love," he murmured, watching her as she turned and walked into the house.

Only when she disappeared behind the door did he let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He knew she was trying to be strong, but he could see it how fragile she was beneath that brave exterior.

And he would do whatever it took to make sure she never had to carry the burden alone.