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Chapter 6- surprises 🎀

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As Rashita opened the door, her eyes widened in shock as she came face-to-face with none other than Nirved Aanand.

Her voice trembled with surprise as she exclaimed, "Aap!!!"
The unexpected sight of Nirved standing at her doorstep left Rashita momentarily speechless.

Rashita's anger boiled over as she confronted Nirved, her voice rising in a mixture of hurt and frustration.

"What do you want, Nirved? Aap yahan kyun aaye? Aur aapko address kisne diya".

she demanded, her words tumbling out rapidly.

Her anger turned to bitterness as she continued,

"Ab kya chahte ho aap? Divorce ho jayega? Bas 5 and half months baaki hain. Apne mujhe, jiski koi galti bhi nahi thi use aapne ghar se nikal diya, wo bhi raat ko. Aapne socha bhi nahi ki main kahan jaaungi, kya hoga mujhe."

(What do you want Nirved? Divorce will be done after 5 months. You throw me from the house without my mistake. At night. You hadn't thought once about me, what I will do, what I will do. )

Nirved's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Rashita's emotional state as he said, " sorry Rashita, please Andar chal ke baat karte hain, bahut raat ho gayi hai!"

(Sorry Rashita, please get in the home, it's late night.)

Without waiting for her response, he stepped into the house, his actions asserting a familiarity that Rashita found unsettling.

He settled onto the sofa, his eyes fixed on Rashita as he said,

"Rashita, please wahan baitho, mujhe tumse bahut important baat karni hai!"

( Please sit here Rashita I have to say something)

His tone was measured, but there was an underlying urgency that Rashita couldn't ignore.

Rashita hesitated, her anger and hurt still simmering just below the surface.

She wasn't sure she wanted to sit down and talk to Nirved, not after everything they had been through.
But Rashita sat down, her eyes locked onto Nirved's, waiting for him to speak.

Nirved's words hung in the air as he said , "Rashita, kal hum dono ka divorce hona wala hai!"
(Rashita tomorrow our divorce will be done.)
Rashita's eyes widened in shock as she stared at him.

"What! Nirved, ye aap kya bol rahe hain?" (What are you saying?)
she exclaimed, her voice laced with incredulity.

"Law ke according, shaadi ke 6 months baad hi divorce hota hai! We still have more than five months to go, how can you even think about divorce now. It's illegal?"

(According to law, the divorce will be done only after 6 months of marriage.)

Nirved's words poured out with a sense of urgency,
"I know, Rashita, but it's urgent. Main nahi chahta ki tum sirf mera naam ke karan apna life enjoy na karo. Tum is divorce ke baad apna life fir se shuru kar sakti ho, shaadi bhi!"

(I know, Rashita, but it's urgent. I don't want you to just live your life for my sake. After the divorce, you can start your life afresh, even get married again!)

Rashita's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp, determined tone.
"Wo to main karungi hi, but don't forget, I am a lawyer, bina law ke...! Shaadi illegally hui to divorce bhi! Us din mera papa mujha wapas le jane aaya tha, lekin main nahi gayi sirf law ko follow karne ke liye. Aur us din to aapne mera haath pakad ke roka tha, apni maa ke samane aapko kya ho gaya tha?"

(That I will definitely do, but don't forget, I'm a lawyer, without law...! If the marriage is illegal, then so is the divorce! That day, my father came to take me back, but I didn't go, just to follow the law. And that day, you grabbed my hand and stopped me, in front of your mother, what happened to you?)

Her words dripped with sarcasm and resentment as she continued,

"Main aap logon pe kitne sare case file kar deti, lekin mujhe laga aapke saath bhi galat hua hai, isliye chup thi main. Lekin aap logon ne meri chupi ko meri kamzori samajh liya."

(I could have filed so many cases against you all, but I thought something wrong had happened to you too, that's why I remained silent. But you all took my silence for weakness.)

With a final, biting remark, she declared,

"By the way, mujhe bhi divorce chiya. Kal divorce hoga. Us din sirf Raiya ke liye maine apni puri life karab kar di, Mera mummy papa mujha mara hua maan chuke ha. Kya hua tha us din wo ku asi ki ???"

(By the way, I also want a divorce. The divorce will happen tomorrow. That day, just for Raiya's sake, I ruined my entire life. My parents think I'm dead. What happened that day, why did you do that?)

Her voice was laced with a mix of anger, hurt, and determination.

Rashita stood up, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and finality.

"Ab jo hua ! Ok Nirved! Ab yahan se ja sakte hain!"

(Let it be go! Ok Nirved now you can go!)

Her tone was firm, signalling that the conversation was over and she wanted him to leave.

With a decisive gesture, she pointed towards the door, her message clear: she had nothing more to say, and it was time for Nirved to go.

As Nirved left, Rashita locked the door behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the silence.

She leaned against the door, her eyes welling up with tears once again.

The weight of her loneliness and the ache of missing her parents bore down on her like a physical force.

Regret and doubt crept in as she thought about the decisions she had made.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had been too hasty, too proud.
The pain of being apart from her loved ones was suffocating.

Her thoughts turned bitter as she thought about her best friend, the one she loved like a sister, who had betrayed her trust.
That one decision on that fateful night had changed the course of her life, setting her on a path of heartache and struggle.

Rashita's tears flowed freely now, a mix of sadness, regret, and anger.

She felt lost and alone, unsure of what the future held or how she would navigate the challenges ahead.

The silence of her home seemed oppressive, a reminder of all that she had lost.

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The rain started outside with a thunderstorm after 15 minutes,

Suddenly her door bell again rang, she got confidence in the visitor and opened the door and another shock hit her.

Rashita was shocked to see
Siddharth Singh Oberoi standing at her door, drenched from the rain.

His wet shirt showed off his strong, muscular body.

Water drops sparkled in his hair, and his eyes shone brightly.

He looked handsome and rugged,and Rashita couldn't help but stare.

Siddharth's intense gaze met hers, and he asked, "Kya irada hai?" (What brings you here?).

Rashita's cheeks flushed as she realised she was staring, and she stepped aside, inviting him in with a soft "Aap andar aa sakte hain" (You can come in).

Siddharth stepped into the house and began to head towards the sofa, but Rashita's loud voice stopped him.

"Sir...!!!!" she called out, her tone firm but concerned.

She quickly handed him a towel and said, "Aap ja ke nahaa lijiye!" (You go take a bath!) as she pointed towards the direction of the bathroom.

Her actions were a mix of hospitality and concern for Siddharth's well-being, given his drenched state.

Siddharth's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they just looked at each other before he nodded and headed towards the bathroom, the towel in hand.

Rashita fetched an oversized t-shirt and a lower from her wardrobe, which she had originally bought for her father before her marriage.

She then headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Siddharth.

Ten minutes later, Siddharth emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and chiseled.

As he walked out, Rashita, who was coming out of the kitchen, collided with him, her head hitting his chest.

Given their height difference - Rashita was 5'4" and Siddharth was 6'0" - the collision was almost inevitable.

Rashita's eyes widened as she looked up at Siddharth's bare chest, and she let out a scream, quickly hiding her eyes.

"Jaldi se t-shirt pehen lijiye!" she exclaimed, her voice embarrassed and flustered, as she gestured towards the clothes she had left for him.

Siddharth couldn't help but chuckle at Rashita's reaction, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Only t-shirt," he said with a smirk, her face is fully red. Then he said "ok ok! I'll get dressed." He picked up the t-shirt and lower that Rashita had left for him and headed back to the bathroom to change.

As he dressed in the oversized t-shirt and lower, he couldn't help but think about how Rashita had been prepared for him.

The clothes might have been meant for her father, but they fit him surprisingly well.

He emerged from the bathroom, looking more composed, and his eyes met Rashita's, who was still flustered.

Siddharth asked, "Rashita! Do you have something to eat!" as he walked towards the kitchen.

Rashita nodded, still avoiding eye contact, and continued serving the food.

She was a bit confused by Siddharth's calm demeanor, given his earlier behavior.

The atmosphere in the house was peaceful, with the rain outside slowing down to a gentle patter.

A fresh breeze blew through the windows, carrying the scent of wet earth and leaves.

The soft sound of the rain and the gentle breeze created a soothing ambiance, making the moment feel almost serene.

Siddharth eating his dinner, and Rashita looked at him with curiosity.

"Siddharth Sir, aap yahan itni raat ko kya kar rahe the?" (Siddharth Sir, what were you doing here so late at night?) she asked suddenly.

Siddharth took a sip of water, his eyes meeting Rashita's, before responding, "Actually, my car broke down in front of your neighborhood building. I remembered your address, so I came here. Do you have any problem with that, Miss lawyer?"
His tone was casual, but his gaze was intense, as if waiting for her response.

Rashita's expression softened slightly as she heard Siddharth's explanation.

She shook her head, "No sir! I was a bit surprised that's why I asked ".
Her voice was a bit more relaxed now, curiosity replacing some of the earlier tension.

Siddharth nodded, seeming to accept her response. "Thank you, Rashita. And one more thing , I had seen tears in your eyes?,"
he said, his eyes still locked on hers.

The atmosphere in the room was calmer now, the earlier awkwardness dissipating as they conversed more naturally.

Rashita looked away, busying herself with clearing the table. " Wo mujha Mera mummy papa ki yaad aa rahi thi."

she said, trying to sound casual.

After some time,

Siddharth said, "Rashita, can I make coffee in your kitchen? I'm trying to call my driver, but he didn't pick up, and my head is in pain."

Rashita looked at him and replied, "I will make it, Sir!"

However, Siddharth refused her offer and instead instructed her, "No, you sit in the balcony. I'll make coffee. "

Rashita raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by his authoritative tone, but she nodded and headed towards the balcony as instructed.

The rain had stopped, and the clock struck midnight, casting a serene ambiance over the scene.

The full moon lightning in the night sky.

The air was soothing, filled with the sweet scent of wet earth.

Siddharth emerged with two cups of coffee, handing one to Rashita with a gentle smile.

He sat down on the couch beside her, the soft clinking of the cups the only sound breaking the silence.

Together, they sipped their coffee, enjoying the peaceful night, the moonlit balcony a perfect backdrop for their quiet moment together.

As they sipped their coffee, the conversation flowed easily, and they started discussing work and Rashita's profession.

When Siddharth asked about her job, she shared details about her work. Curious, Siddharth shared details about his own profession.

When he finished explaining, Rashita's expression turned sceptical, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Bawarchi?" she repeated, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if questioning the authenticity of his claim.

Siddharth's eyes widened in surprise, and he murmured to himself, "Ise lawyer kisne banaya?" (Who made her a lawyer?)
Rashita looked at him curiously, asking, "Kya kaha?" (What did you say?)

Siddharth laughed awkwardly and quickly clarified, "No, nothing. I'm the CEO of a food reach company in London, and all the 5-star restaurants in 5 states of India work under my company".

He said this with a hint of pride, trying to salvage the situation and showcase his professional stature.

Rashita's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Siddharth with newfound respect. "Wow, that's a huge responsibility", she said, impressed by his accomplishment.

Siddharth smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her reaction. "Yes, it takes a lot of hard work, but it's also enjoyable", he replied, his eyes sparkling with pride.

The conversation flowed smoothly, and they continued to talk about their respective careers, the atmosphere on the balcony remaining relaxed and friendly.

The moon was still shining bright, casting a silver glow over the night.

As they chatted, Rashita couldn't help but notice the way Siddharth's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

She felt a flutter in her chest, but quickly pushed the feeling aside, attributing it to the peaceful atmosphere and the pleasant conversation.

Siddharth, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the conversation as well.

He was impressed by Rashita's intelligence and wit, and found himself feeling drawn to her.

As the night wore on, they continued to talk, sharing stories and laughter.

The coffee cups were empty, but the company was all that mattered.

The moon dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the balcony, and the two of them sat there, lost in conversation, the world outside fading into the background.

Rashita's expression turned serious as she revealed, "Kal mera divorce hona wala hai mere husband ke saath!!" (Tomorrow I'm getting divorced from my husband!!).

She then shared the story of how they got married.

Siddharth listened attentively, nodding along, and offered words of wisdom:

"Agar rishta mein kuch nahi to rishta bhi nahi rakhna chahiye!"
(If there's nothing in the relationship, then it's better not to hold onto it!).

He looked at her with understanding eyes, and Rashita smiled softly.

To lighten the mood, Siddharth asked, "Have you ever had a crush on someone? If you're comfortable sharing..."

Rashita's smile grew a little wider as she replied, "Yes, I had a crush on someone who's very famous, but he always hides his face, his name, and his real profession. The reason behind his fame is his kind heart. You know he always donates to the helpless, orphans, and many others. He achieved success at a very young age, and my father likes him too!"

Siddharth's curiosity was piqued, and he wondered who this mysterious figure could be.

Siddharth listened to Rashita's words, his eyebrow rising in surprise.

Just then, his phone rang, and he smiled at Rashita before getting up to leave. "My car is here, I have to go,"
he seemed to imply, without saying a word.
Rashita watched him go, feeling a bit perplexed.

As Siddharth departed, Rashita murmured to herself, " ajib parani! How weird is he? He even left his clothes!"

She locked the door and headed to bed, still pondering the enigmatic Siddharth and the unexpected turn of events.

The night had been filled with revelations, and Rashita's mind was buzzing with thoughts of Siddharth's mysterious nature and her own feelings.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't shake off the feeling that their encounter had left a lasting impression on her.

Next day.....

As the sun rose over the city, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets, Rashita stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her formal attire with precision.

She wore a black formal attire that accentuated her confidence.

A pair of sleek sunglasses perched on her nose, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look.

With a deep breath, she gathered her belongings and headed out the door, ready to face the day ahead.

At the court, Rashita met Nirved, her lawyer, who was already waiting for her.

The proceedings were a blur of legal jargon and formalities, but Rashita's determination remained unwavering.

As the divorce was finalized, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her.

With a nod of appreciation, she turned to Nirved and said, "Thank you, Nirved, and goodbye forever!"

Nirved's smile was a mixture of warmth and understanding as they parted ways, each returning to their respective lives.

Rashita's next stop was her office, where she was greeted by the hum of computers and the chatter of colleagues.

As she stepped into the elevator, her eyes met Siddharth's, who stood tall, his gaze fixed on some point ahead.

The doors slid open, and Rashita's heels clicked on the polished floor as she made her way towards him.

"Good morning, sir!" she chimed, her voice bright and cheerful.

However, Siddharth's response was a stark contrast to her warmth.

His eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable, as he murmured a curt "Good morning."

The words hung in the air, leaving Rashita feeling like she'd been slapped. The warmth and connection they shared the previous night seemed like a distant memory.

Rashita's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

She couldn't help but wonder what had caused the sudden change in Siddharth's demeanor.

Was it something she'd said or done? The questions swirled in her mind as she made her way to her cabin, the fluorescent lights above casting an artificial glow on her face.

As she settled into her chair, Rashita's eyes drifted towards Siddharth's office, her mind replaying the events of the previous night.

The way he'd listened intently, his empathetic words, and the connection they'd shared - it all seemed so genuine.

Yet, the man she saw today was a stranger, his walls firmly in place.

The days passing out like regular, Rashita feels relief after getting divorce but she still puts sindur, her days go similar as always.

on Sunday.

As Rashita sat alone at the restaurant, her beauty was captivating.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her heart-shaped face.

Her bright, expressive eyes sparkled in the dim light, radiating a sense of intelligence and warmth.

Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a small nose.

Rashita's smile, though subtle, lit up her entire face, illuminating her surroundings.

Her skin had a radiant glow, a testament to her inner peace and serenity.

She exuded a quiet confidence, a sense of self-assurance that was both captivating and endearing.

Rashita was a vision of loveliness, a true beauty both inside and out.

She is enjoying the serene view, her mind wandered back to Siddharth's behavior.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment and curiosity about his sudden coldness.

Just as she was lost in thought, her gaze drifted across the restaurant, and her eyes landed on a familiar figure.

Siddharth sat alone at the table, his ruggedly chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the restaurant's lighting.

His charming brown eyes, like a rich chocolate, melted hearts with a single glance.

They sparkled with kindness, intelligence, and a deep sense of understanding, making everyone feel seen and heard.

His eyes were the windows to his soul, reflecting his genuine warmth and compassion, and drawing people to him like a magnet.

His sharp jawline and angular face gave him a strong, brooding presence, as if hewn from granite.

His dark hair was styled perfectly, framing his face with a touch of sophistication.

His eyes, though guarded, sparkled with intelligence and intensity, hinting at a sharp mind and quick wit.

Siddharth's beauty was not just about physical appearance; it was about the aura of confidence and authority that surrounded him.

His presence commanded attention, and his silence spoke volumes.

Even in stillness, he exuded a sense of power and charisma, making him a compelling figure to behold.

Rashita's face lit up with a warm smile as she spotted him.

She quickly got up and walked over to his table, her heart racing with excitement.

As she sat down in front of him, Siddharth's eyes widened in surprise, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Siddharth sir... Are you upset with me?" Rashita asked, her eyes filled with concern and a hint of vulnerability.

She looked at him with puppy-like eyes, hoping to gauge his emotions.

Siddharth's gaze held hers, but he didn't respond.

Rashita's smile faltered slightly, but she quickly recovered.

"Sorry, sir! If I did something by mistake... but can we be friends? I have no one to call a friend!" she said, her voice laced with sincerity.

Siddharth's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly as he looked at Rashita.

For a moment, his mask of indifference slipped, and Rashita caught a glimpse of the man she had met that night on the balcony.

But then, his expression hardened again, and he looked away, leaving Rashita wondering if she'd just imagined the flicker of emotion.

"Siddharth, sir?" Rashita pressed on, her voice gentle, seeking a response from the enigmatic man sitting across from her.

Siddharth's gaze slowly returned to Rashita's face, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Then, in a low, measured tone, Siddharth spoke, "I'm not upset with you, Rashita."

His voice was calm, but his words lacked conviction, leaving Rashita wondering if he was telling the truth.

Rashita's eyes searched his face, trying to read between the lines.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Siddharth's expression remained neutral, but his eyes betrayed a hint of frustration. "I'm just busy, Rashita. Work has been... demanding," he said, his words trailing off.

Rashita's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Siddharth, her voice cracking with emotion. "You know, I have no one. My father and mother consider me as dead. My best friend cut all connections with me, and I have only my uncle and aunt where I'm living. It's like I'm leaving," she said, her words pouring out like a confession.

As she stood up to leave, Siddharth suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Rashita turned, surprised, and saw Siddharth's intense gaze. "Sorry, Rashita, for everything. Let's be friends, Rashita okay?" he said, his voice filled with a newfound warmth.

Rashita's face lit up with a smile as she sat back down. The tension between them dissipated, replaced by a sense of understanding and connection. They enjoyed dinner together, laughing and talking like old friends.

As the night drew to a close, Siddharth offered to drop Rashita home. In the car, they chatted effortlessly, sharing stories and anecdotes. The drive flew by, and before Rashita knew it, they were standing outside her home.

"Thank you so much, Siddharth sir!," Rashita said, her smile still radiant.

Siddharth smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Take care Rashita!".

With a nod, Rashita bid him goodnight and stepped inside her home, feeling a sense of hope and connection she hadn't felt in a long time.

As Rashita stepped into the home, she was greeted by her uncle and aunt, who were standing at the door, waiting for her. They smiled at her, and Rashita's face flushed with a blush. "Kya hua, uncle? Or aunty aap?" she asked, trying to play it cool.

Her uncle and aunt exchanged a knowing glance and teased her, "Koi special hai kya?" Rashita shook her head, laughing, and replied, "He is my boss and also my new friend."

Her uncle and aunt looked at each other, smiled, and said in unison, "Friends...!" Rashita's face turned even redder as she realised they were reading between the lines.

Aunty chuckled and said, "Ok, ok! Ab tum jao , rest karo ok?" Rashita nodded, relieved, and headed to her room.

As she changed into comfortable clothes, Rashita's mind wandered back to Siddharth.

She couldn't help but smile as she thought about their conversation and the way he had made her feel.

With a happy sigh, she climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of Siddharth's warm smile.

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