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Aarohi finally stepped into the classroom after what felt like an eternity. Her face looked pale, her eyes carried the weight of unspoken struggles, and her usually vibrant smile was nowhere to be seen. Tara, who had been anxiously waiting, instantly stood up from her seat, her heart racing with concern.
For the past few days, Tara had been calling Aarohi repeatedly, desperate to hear her voice. But every time, it was Rudraksh, Aarohi's husband, who answered. His tone was heavy with worry as he explained the situation, though he didn't go into much detail. Tara felt helpless. She wanted to rush to Aarohi's side, to comfort her, but for reasons beyond her control, she had held back, fearing that her presence might complicate things further.
The moment Aarohi entered, Tara's eyes welled up with tears. Without a second thought, she ran to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Aarohi froze for a moment, as if unsure how to react, but then slowly wrapped her arms around Tara. The silence between them spoke volumes.
Tara (whispering, voice trembling): "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me what you were going through? Do you have any idea how scared I was?"
Aarohi tried to smile, but her lips quivered.
Aarohi (softly, barely audible): "I didn't want to burden you. Rudar told me you called, but... I just needed time."
Tara pulled back slightly, holding Aarohi by the shoulders, her eyes searching Aarohi's for answers.
Tara: "Burden me? Aarohi, we're friends. You don't have to go through this alone."
Aarohi looked down, her eyes brimming with tears.
Aarohi: "I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Everything feels so... heavy."
Tara felt her heart break seeing her once-strong friend look so vulnerable. She brushed away a tear from Aarohi's cheek and said firmly,
Tara: "You don't have to hide from me. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."
Aarohi's lips trembled as she finally let go of her composure and broke into quiet sobs. Tara held her tightly again, letting her cry, offering the comfort she desperately needed. For those few moments, the world around them ceased to exist.
Tara promised herself then and there that no matter what Aarohi was going through, she wouldn't let her fight this battle alone.
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Fashion Institute – The Announcement
The classroom was alive with the vibrant energy of fabric swatches, design sketches, and the faint hum of sewing machines in the background. Aarohi and Tara sat together at their shared desk, surrounded by colorful mood boards and half-finished designs. Aarohi was carefully arranging fabric samples for her latest project, while Tara kept glancing at her, clearly bursting with something to say.
The classroom buzzed with renewed energy after the professor's announcement. He walked over to the whiteboard and began writing down the list of activities planned for the upcoming fashion showcase event.
Professor: "This year, we're making the event more engaging by adding extracurricular activities alongside the fashion show. So apart from showcasing your designs, you'll have the opportunity to participate in singing, dancing, and even creative installations. It's a full-fledged celebration of talent!"
Tara's eyes lit up like a child in a candy store. She turned to Aarohi, grabbing her arm dramatically.
Tara (excitedly): "Aarohi, did you hear that? Singing! Dancing! Oh my god, imagine agar hum dono dance karein... ya phir duet performance karein!"
"Aarohi, did you hear that? Singing! Dancing! Oh my god, imagine if we both perform a dance... or maybe a duet!"
Aarohi gave her a wide-eyed look.
Aarohi: "Tara, tumhe lagta hai main stage pe dance karungi? Fashion showcase thik tha, lekin yeh toh bilkul impossible hai."
"Tara, do you really think I will dance on stage? The fashion showcase was fine, but this is completely impossible."
Tara raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Tara: "Tu stage pe nahi aayegi? Matlab mujhe 'Pallo Latke' ya 'Chikni Chameli' ka solo karna padega?"
"You won't come on stage? That means I'll have to do a solo performance on 'Pallo Latke' or 'Chikni Chameli'?"
Aarohi burst out laughing.
Aarohi (teasing): "Haan, tum kar lo. Main peeche baith kar popcorn leke dekhti hoon."
"Yes, go ahead. I'll sit at the back with popcorn and watch."
Tara gasped, clutching her chest dramatically.
Tara: "Popcorn? Tu mujhe dance karte hue cheer nahi karegi? Tera toh dosti ka license cancel ho gaya."
"Popcorn? You won't even cheer for me while I dance? Your friendship license is officially canceled."
Before Aarohi could respond, the professor clapped his hands to get everyone's attention again.
Professor: "Students, this is your chance to shine in every way possible. Remember, participation in multiple activities will earn you extra credits. And don't forget, the special guest will be watching everything. This isn't just a showcase—it's an opportunity to make an impression!"
The mention of the special guest sent a ripple of excitement through the class. Komal and her group leaned in closer to whisper among themselves again.
Komal (mocking): "I bet Tara and Aarohi will try to hog all the limelight. Fashion show, dancing, singing—attention seekers ki kami nahi hai yahan."
"I bet Tara and Aarohi will try to hog all the limelight. Fashion show, dancing, singing—this place has no shortage of attention seekers."
Friend: "Haan, aur phir woh overdramatic Tara kuch na kuch kar ke sabko pakka hasayegi."
"Yeah, and then that overdramatic Tara will definitely do something to make everyone laugh."
Tara caught a few words of their conversation and shot them a glare. She leaned toward Aarohi, her voice low but mischievous.
Tara (whispering): "Aarohi, mujhe lagta hai Komal ko dance mein challenge karna chahiye. Imagine unka reaction jab main full 'Nacho Nacho' mode mein jaungi."
"Aarohi, I think I should challenge Komal to a dance-off. Imagine their reaction when I go full 'Nacho Nacho' mode."
Aarohi stifled a laugh, shaking her head.
Aarohi: "Tara, tumhe serious hona kab aayega?"
"Tara, when will you ever be serious?"
Tara (grinning): "Jab tu mere saath stage pe aayegi."
"The day you step on stage with me."
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Fashion Institute – Registration for Activities
The professor began handing out registration forms for the various activities. Tara eagerly grabbed two and placed one in front of Aarohi.
Tara: "Dekh, hum dono ke liye form le liya. Fashion showcase ke liye toh tu kar hi rahi hai. Ab ek dance ya singing bhi add kar le. Trust me, tu stage pe aaegi toh log sirf tujhe dekhenge."
"Look, I got forms for both of us. You're already participating in the fashion showcase. Now add a dance or singing too. Trust me, if you step on stage, people will only look at you."
Aarohi hesitated, staring at the form.
Aarohi (quietly): "Tara, main waisa confidence wapas kaise laaun? Sab mujhe dekh rahe honge... judge kar rahe honge."
"Tara, how do I bring back that confidence? Everyone will be watching me... judging me."
Tara softened, placing a hand on Aarohi's shoulder.
Tara: "Aarohi, log judge karte hi rahenge. Lekin agar tu unka soch kar apne dreams se peeche hati, toh tujhe khud se shikayat hogi. Yeh teri life hai, teri creativity hai. Stage pe chalne ka hak sabko hota hai, especially tujhe."
"Aarohi, people will always judge. But if you step back from your dreams because of them, you'll regret it yourself. This is your life, your creativity. Everyone has the right to step on stage, especially you."
Aarohi's eyes filled with unshed tears, but there was a flicker of determination there too. She took a deep breath and nodded.
Aarohi: "Thik hai, Tara. Lekin agar main embarrass hui na, toh uska pura credit tumhara hoga."
"Okay, Tara. But if I embarrass myself, the full credit will be yours."
Tara clapped her hands in delight.
Tara: "Yes! Mission 'Aarohi Comeback' successful! Ab dekhna, hum dono ka dance aur designs dono stage toddenge."
"Yes! Mission 'Aarohi Comeback' successful! Just wait and watch, our dance and designs will rock the stage."
As the class wrapped up, Tara leaned back in her chair, sketching a rough dance routine on the edge of her notebook. Aarohi shook her head, but there was a small smile on her face as she watched Tara's endless enthusiatic
After the announcement and the excitement of the day, Aarohi and Tara gathered their belongings and headed out of the fashion institute. Aarohi's eyes immediately found the familiar black SUV parked at the entrance. Standing tall and composed beside it was Shera, her dedicated bodyguard, appointed by Rudraksh, her ever-protective husband.
As soon as Shera spotted Aarohi, he stepped forward and opened the car door for her.
Shera (politely): "Ma'am, I've been waiting for you."
Aarohi gave him a warm smile but gently corrected him, her tone respectful.
Aarohi (softly): "Shera bhaiya, kitni baar kaha hai na, mujhe 'Ma'am' mat bulao? Main aapko apna bada bhai maanti hoon. Aap mujhe Aarohi keh sakte ho."
"Shera bhaiya, how many times have I told you not to call me 'Ma'am'? I consider you my elder brother. You can call me Aarohi."
Shera stood still for a moment, then nodded curtly.
Shera: "Alright... but sir has instructed me to always address you as 'Ma'am.'"
Aarohi chuckled softly, shaking her head.
Aarohi: "Of course, he would. Agar unpe hota, toh aap mujhe 'Queen Aarohi' bulate."
"Of course, he would. If it were up to him, he'd have you call me 'Queen Aarohi'."
Tara, walking beside her, broke into laughter.
Tara (teasing): "Aarohi, tumhare husband ne ek pura security system set kar diya hai tumhare liye, aur tum complain kar rahi ho! Tumhare Shera bhaiya toh kisi action movie ke hero lag rahe hain."
"Aarohi, your husband has put an entire security system in place for you, and here you are complaining! Your Shera bhaiya looks like a hero straight out of an action movie."
Shera's stoic demeanor softened slightly as a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Aarohi turned to Tara, narrowing her eyes playfully.
Aarohi (mock stern): "Tara, bas karo! Shera bhaiya meri safety ke liye itna kuch karte hain. Mujhe pasand nahi jab koi unka mazak banata hai."
"Tara, stop it! Shera bhaiya does so much for my safety. I really don't like anyone making fun of him."
Tara raised her hands in mock surrender, still grinning.
Tara: "Alright, alright, main toh bas mazaak kar rahi thi! Shera bhaiya ko meri taraf se bhi salute!"
"Alright, alright, I was just joking! Shera bhaiya deserves a salute from me too!"
Aarohi nodded firmly, addressing Shera again.
Aarohi (grateful): "Shera bhaiya, aap mere liye itna karte hain. Main aapki honesty aur dedication ki sach mein izzat karti hoon. Kabhi kuch zyada bol doon toh personally mat lena."
"Shera bhaiya, you do so much for me. I truly respect your honesty and dedication. If I ever say too much, please don't take it personally."
Shera's expression softened further, though he quickly reverted to his professional demeanor.
Shera: "Aap jo kehti hain, woh kabhi galat nahi hota, Aarohi ji. Main bas apna farz nibha raha hoon."
"Whatever you say is never wrong, Aarohi ji. I am just fulfilling my duty."
The trio got into the car, and Shera took the driver's seat. As they drove, Tara leaned closer to Aarohi, her tone mischievous.
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Shera first dropped Tara home before heading to the Rajput house.
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Night at the Rajput Mansion – A Family Dinner
The entire family was gathered around the dining table, laughter and warmth filling the air. Aarushi passed a bowl of dal to Aarav, who was busy teasing her about her cooking skills. Aarohi sat beside Rudraaksh, serving everyone with a loving smile, while Raghav watched her with pride in his eyes.
Raghav: "Aarohi beta, tumhari haathon ka khaana toh sabse alag hai. Tumne is ghar ko sirf sajaya hi nahi, ek saath bandh diya hai."
"Aarohi dear, the food you cook is exceptional. You've not just decorated this house but united it as one."
Aarushi: "Bilkul, Bhabhi Maa. Aapke aane ke baad toh ghar aur bhi zyada khilta hua lagta hai."
"Absolutely, Bhabhi Maa. Since you've come, this house feels even more lively."
Aarav: "Aur khaana toh ek dum next level! Agar main ek din aapke haath ka khaana na khaun, toh lagta hai ki kuch missing hai."
"And the food is next level! If I don't eat the food you cook for even one day, it feels like something is missing."
Aarohi's cheeks flushed at their words. She glanced at Rudraaksh, who was quietly eating but had a soft smile on his face.
Aarohi: "Aap sab itna taareef mat kijiye. Main toh bas apna farz nibha rahi hoon."
"Please don't praise me so much. I'm just doing my duty."
Rudraaksh (cold tone): "Aarushi, Aarav, Ruhi... eat food silently."
Everyone laughed, and Aarohi gave him a playful glare.
After dinner, the family dispersed to their respective rooms, leaving Aarohi and Rudraaksh alone in the living room.
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Aarohi and Rudraaksh
Rudraaksh leaned back on the couch, watching Aarohi as she tidied up the living room. She noticed his gaze and turned to him.
Aarohi: "Kya dekh rahe ho?"
"What are you looking at?"
Rudraaksh: "Tumhe."
"You."
He got up and walked toward her, taking her hands in his and pulling her closer.
Rudraaksh: "Ruh, tumhe dekhne ke liye mujhe kisi wajah ki zarurat nahi hoti. Tum meri duniya ho."
"Ruh, I don't need a reason to look at you. You are my world."
Aarohi's heart skipped a beat at his words.
Aarohi: "Aap itne filmy kyun ho?"
"Why are you so dramatic?"
( Aarohi, bas tumhare liye yeh kadwa karela pancake ban jata hai warna toh...
Aarohi, only for you, this bitter gourd turns into a pancake, otherwise... 😅😅)
(Rudraaksh be like: Bas kar jao, author! Ab mera romantic scene barbad karke hi manogi kya? 😮💨)
(Rudraaksh be like: Stop it, author! Will you only be satisfied after ruining my romantic scene? 😮💨)
Rudraaksh: "Filmy hoon kyunki tum meri heroine ho."
"I'm dramatic because you're my heroine."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her skin. Aarohi shivered, her hands resting on his chest.
Aarohi: "Aap na, hamesha kuch aisa bolte ho ki... kuch kehne ke laayak hi nahi rehti main."
"You always say things that leave me speechless."
Rudraaksh: "Kehna mat. Bas feel karo."
"Don't say anything. Just feel it."
He tilted her chin up, locking his gaze with hers, before brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Blushing, Aarohi stepped back.
Aarohi: "Chalo, balcony mein baithte hain. Thoda fresh air le lete hain."
"Let's go sit on the balcony. Let's get some fresh air."
The two of them sat on the balcony, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they gazed at the stars above. Aarohi leaned against the railing, her hair slightly messy from the cool breeze. Rudraaksh, however, wasn't looking at the stars. His eyes were fixed on her.
Aarohi: "Rudaar, tum kya dekh rahe ho?"
"Rudaar, what are you looking at?"
Rudraaksh: "Tumhari aankhein. Inmein poora aasman basa hai, Ruh. Tumhari aankhon mein woh gehraayi hai jo mujhe hamesha khud mein kheench leti hai."
"Your eyes. The entire sky resides in them, Ruh. Your eyes have a depth that always pulls me in."
Aarohi felt her cheeks heat up.
Aarohi: "Aur kya dekhte ho meri aankhon mein?"
"What else do you see in my eyes?"
Rudraaksh:
"Teri aankhon mein chandni raaton ka noor hai,
Gehraayi inki jaise samandar ka gurur hai.
Jab dekhta hoon inhein, bas ek baat samajh aati hai,
Yeh sirf aankhein nahi, meri zindagi ki saari baatein hain."
"Your eyes hold the glow of moonlit nights,
Their depth is like the ocean's pride.
When I look into them, one thing becomes clear,
These aren't just eyes; they're the story of my life."
( Lo bhai, aur Mafia shayar bhi ban gaya! 🤣🤣 Iska Mafia ka license cancel karo! )
(Wow, the Mafia has turned into a poet too! 🤣🤣 Someone cancel his Mafia license! )
Rudraaksh: "Author, agla murder tumhara hoga."
"Author, my next murder will be yours."
Author: "Meri billi, mereko meow!"
"My cat, meow at me instead!"
Rudraaksh: "Author...." 😡
"Author...." 😡
Author: "Okayyy!"
Aarohi: "Rudaar..."
"Rudaar..."
Her voice trembled with emotion, her eyes moist. Rudraaksh gently wiped away her tears.
Rudraaksh: "Rona mat, jaan. Tumhare aansoon mujhe weak kar dete hain."
"Don't cry, my love. Your tears make me weak."
He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on her eyelids. Aarohi closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch.
Aarohi: "Tumhare bina toh main adhoori hoon, Rudaar."
"I'm incomplete without you, Rudaar."
He smiled, pulling her into his arms as they sat there, wrapped in each other, under the infinite sky.
(Arrey yaar, yeh log ek dusre ko propose kab karenge? Sab kuch bol dete hain, bas 'I love you' nahi bol paate! 😜😜)
(Oh man, when will these two propose to each other? They say everything except 'I love you'! 😜😜)
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(Come on, follow me on Instagram and YouTube...)
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