Vedakshi's POV
Hi, I'm Vedakshi, a girl from Mumbai, carving out my path in life over the past three years. I work at an MNC, earning a steady and fulfilling income. Yet, beneath the surface of my seemingly content life lies a void—the ache of my parents' disapproval.
They had always envisioned me joining the family business. But I had dreams of my own, dreams that didn't align with their plans. My decision to pursue them strained our relationship in ways I never expected. After securing my job, I moved out of their home, hoping distance might mend the tension. They didn't stop me from leaving, which only deepened my belief that their anger ran deeper than words.
One day, they came to visit. For a fleeting moment, hope bloomed when they said, "We only wanted the best for you." Those words felt like a warm embrace, a promise of reconciliation. But before I could savor it, they added, "From today, we have only one daughter—Vedanya . She will take over our business, and only she will be introduced as our daughter to the world."
Those words broke something in me. It wasn't anger or resentment—it was an overwhelming sense of erasure. My worth, my identity, reduced to whether I fit the role they envisioned for me. I hold no bitterness toward the business or my sister—I'm genuinely happy for her success. But what about me? My dreams? My feelings? Was my value only ever tied to their expectations?
I asked them the question that had been burning in my soul: "If someone asks me about you, what should I say?" Their response was cold, dismissive: "That's not our problem."
That day, I understood that my emotions held no place in their world. So, I packed my things and left the home I had known for 23 years. It's been three years now, living alone in a 2-BHK apartment. Loneliness has visited me, but I've found peace in my independence. My greatest strength is my resilience—the ability to heal, to pick up my pieces without waiting for someone else.
In this journey, my social circle has remained small. Just one person: Adhrit, my best friend of seven years. He's an engineer like me, though we work at different companies. Adhrit is my anchor, a testament to the meaning of true friendship. He's stood by me through every storm, reminding me that I am never truly alone.
Before Adhrit, I never had a true friend, for two reasons. First, I'm an introvert, and expressing my feelings has always been a challenge. Second, there's Mr. Ehan Malhotra. He's a family friend who, for reasons unknown, seems to harbor a deep-seated hatred for me. Our lives have always been intertwined in the most frustrating ways. We went to the same college—he was my senior—and now, we work in the same company. The constant comparisons between us only added fuel to the fire.
Ehan could have easily joined his father's business empire, but he chose engineering. Sometimes, I wonder if it was intentional, just to overshadow me. In college, he sidelined me from every event, from proms to cultural fests. Even when I tried to plan outings with friends, he somehow managed to inform my parents, leading to canceled plans. My parents, ever concerned with "status," always said I could go out with Ehan because his standards matched ours.
But when Adhrit entered my life, something changed. For the first time, I defied my parents and chose to prioritize my happiness. Adhrit became the friend I could rely on, someone who didn't just understand me but valued me for who I am. Adhrit and I are so good friends that we can do bitching through our eyes.
I was deep in thought, penning my feelings into my diary when my phone screen lit up unexpectedly. A message had popped up, breaking my focus and pulling me back into the present. It was from my best friend.
Adhrit -"Let's watch yeh jawani hai deewani this weekend"
"No , next week"- I replied.
Adhrit-" I am not asking you, I am ordering you."
"Oh, I didn't realize I signed up for military orders. What's the mission, Commander?"- I typed again.
Adhrit - "You know I only boss you around because I care, right? Now hurry up!"
"I know you care, and I'm grateful to have someone like you looking out for me. Thank you—I'll come!" I said feeling blessed to have a friend like him.
"You always know how to make me smile. Thank you for always being there for me—always. Talk soon, love you!" - Adhrit
"Ok bye ... Take care" With this we ended our conversation.
Talking with Adhrit always makes me feel good.
Ehan's POV
Ehan awoke as he always did—precisely at 5:30 AM, the soft chime of his alarm barely audible before his hand silenced it. The room was still dim, bathed in early morning's cool, pale gray. His hazel eyes opened with clarity, no grogginess clouding his gaze. Sleep was over, and the day ahead demanded his attention.
He sat up, stretching his broad shoulders as the faint creak of the bed springs broke the silence. His dark hair fell in slight disarray, but it wouldn't remain so for long. Ehan was a man who valued order, a creature of habit whose days unfolded like clockwork.
He also lives alone in an apartment and his apartment mirrored his mindset—clean lines, muted tones, everything in its proper place. The leather-bound planner on the bedside table, its pages meticulously filled with notes and schedules, was a testament to his devotion to punctuality. Next to it, a glass of water sat untouched, the condensation from the night forming delicate patterns against the surface.
Rising from the bed, Ehan moved with purpose. He smoothed the covers, each fold perfectly aligned, as if his day couldn't begin until his world was set right. The faint shuffle of his slippers across the hardwood floor was the only sound as he made his way to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, he greeted the stillness of dawn, the city below just beginning to stir.
For Ehan, time was not an enemy but a trusted ally, and he treated it with the respect it deserved. Every moment was an opportunity, every task a building block toward his ambitions. His friends often teased him for his discipline, but they envied it too. Ehan was never late, never unprepared. He was the one they could rely on, the one who carried the weight of plans and promises without faltering.
As he dressed in his neatly pressed running gear, he felt the familiar thrill of routine. Outside, the world was unpredictable and chaotic. But here, in these quiet, deliberate moments of the morning, Ehan was in control.
Stepping into the crisp morning air, his running shoes hit the pavement with rhythmic precision. The city was waking up, but Ehan was already ahead, his thoughts clear and his mind sharp. For him, the day wasn't just beginning; it was already his to conquer.
Ehan's POV
The first thing I do upon reaching the office is check if Vedakshi has arrived. Her presence gives me a sense of relief, as it reassures me that my day will go well. After that, I dive into checking my emails and reviewing the pending tasks I need to complete for the day. As I work through my to-do list, I heard someone knock on my door and I looked up to see Vedakshi standing with effortless confidence, her attire a flawless bend of professionalism and poise.The tailored navy blazer hugged her figure, its sharp lapels framing the soft blush of a silk blouse beneath. Slim, high-waisted trousers elongated her silhouette, the crisp creases down the front hinting at meticulous attention to detail. Her black heels, polished to a mirror shine, clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, each step a deliberate statement of intent. A sleek leather tote, with subtle gold accents, hung from her shoulder, completing the look with an air of understated luxury. Her hair, neatly swept into a low chignon, revealed a pair of delicate pearl studs glinting softly under the light—just enough to suggest elegance without excess.
Everything about her—the way she carried herself, the precise tailoring of her clothes, even the faint scent of her perfume—seemed to whisper that she belonged, that she was someone to be reckoned with.
I was so captivated by her presence that I didn't even realize Vedakshi was waiting for me to speak. Snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly asked, "Yes, Miss Vedakshi, is something wrong?"
She promptly replied, "Yes, the new system update isn't functioning properly—it keeps freezing and shutting down. We've already reached out to the IT support team, but they haven't been able to resolve the issue yet."
I responded, my tone professional and measured, "Have you considered any solutions? The deadline is fast approaching, and this project is critical to our company. Failing to meet the client's requirements could jeopardize any future partnership with them."
Vedakshi replied, "I understand how crucial this project is and the importance of meeting the client's expectations. While the IT team is still working on resolving the issue, I've started exploring backup options, such as rolling back to the previous system or implementing temporary workarounds. I'll keep you updated on our progress and any solutions we finalize."
Ehan replied, "That's a sensible approach, Vedakshi. Let's make sure we have a clear plan in place to avoid any setbacks. Keep me updated on the progress, and don't hesitate to let me know if you need any support or resources to expedite the process."
With that, she left my cubicle and returned to her work. As she walked away, a wave of sadness washed over me. I knew she despised me, and I couldn't blame her—I was the one solely responsible for everything that had happened to her.
I know she will never forgive me, and I'm prepared to endure her hatred forever—but I can't bear the thought of being away from her.
She never understood my love—perhaps her hatred outweighed it. But no matter what, I will never stop trying. In my heart, she has always been mine in every way.
I know Vedakshi and Adhrit are just friends, and their bond is genuinely pure. Their friendship beautifully proves that a girl and a boy can be the best of friends without complications. Yet, I can't help but feel jealous of Adhrit. He gets to spend time with Vedakshi, and she shares everything with him. Even though he came into her life later, he managed to carve out a special place in her heart.
As they say, in any relationship, it's not the amount of time that matters, but the person who makes you feel better.
But I've waited for so long, and I won't waste any more time. I need to act quickly because I can't bear the thought of singing "Channa Mereya" at her wedding.
"Buck up, Ehan, buck up," I said to myself, trying to gather the strength to move forward.
Vedakshi's POV
After updating Ehan about the project developments, I returned to my cubicle and tried to focus on my work. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept wandering back to the news of his marriage. I couldn't figure out why it was bothering me so much. As far as I know, I can't stand Ehan—he's... beyond words. I actually feel sorry for his wife, considering he's such a control freak. Though, oddly enough, I've never seen him act that way with anyone else. I can't help but wonder why he seems to despise me so much.
Sometimes, I feel like I should consider settling down in life. It's not that I'm desperate to get married, but seeing everyone around me either getting married or in serious relationships makes me pause and reflect. Still, one thought keeps nagging at me: "Why would anyone love me?" Honestly, I feel like a child at heart stuck in a 26-year-old's body. It might sound funny, but it's true, and I blame Adhrit for this. There was a time when I believed I was a mature and sensible woman, but Adhrit proved me wrong. He made me so reliant on him that these days, I feel like I can't function without him.
Oh God, it's already 4 PM, and I haven't finished my work for the day! Putting my thoughts aside, I refocused and got back to work. While I was at it, I received a message that our team lead, Ehan, has planned a party to celebrate the success of our last project. The best part? This year, it's not at a lavish restaurant but at a trampoline park! In that moment, I felt like the happiest person alive. I've never enjoyed extravagant parties, and it felt like my wish had finally come true. Setting aside my excitement, I quickly got back to work.
End of Vedakshi's POV
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Ehan's POV
I was immersed in the codebase of our latest project when someone suddenly barged into my cubicle. It could only be one person—my best friend, my snack-sharing partner, my co-conspirator in bad decisions, and so much more. Our friendship? It's like Wi-Fi—occasionally spotty, but absolutely unstoppable when it works!
"Hey bro, what's up?" Aman greeted me with his usual energy.
"Nothing much, as usual," I replied, my focus still on the screen.
"So, how's Mission Vedakshi going?" Aman asked, clearly amused.
"No, yaar. I don't even know how to get her to talk to me," I admitted, frustration seeping into my voice.
"I know you're trying, Ehan, but don't forget what you did. It's not easy for her to forgive you," Aman said, his tone turning serious.
I opened my mouth to reply, but he cut me off. "And before you start—yes, I know you're possessive about her. But you've got to learn to control yourself."
I knew Aman was right, but was I really so wrong that I didn't even deserve a chance to explain myself?
"I know what you're thinking, Ehan," Aman said, as if reading my mind. "But on Sunday, at least try to start a conversation with her."
"I will. That's why I organized the team party at a trampoline park," I said, a glimmer of hope in my voice. "I know she prefers trampoline parks over those fancy parties."
"By the way, where's Vedakshi?" Aman suddenly asked, catching me off guard.
"She's working. Why do you want to meet her?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"See? You're being possessive again. I was just testing you," Aman said with a smirk.
In that moment, it hit me—I really am a jerk. Just the thought of Aman asking about Vedakshi had made me jealous. I seriously need to work on myself.
"Ehan, you need to go a long way. Work on yourself," Aman said, his tone more serious now.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, man. I just... I don't know why I get like this sometimes."
Aman gave me a knowing look. "It's not about her, it's about you. You're letting your insecurities mess with your head. You can't control everything, especially not her."
"I get that," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "But it's hard when you care so much."
Aman shrugged. "I get it, but you've got to learn to trust. Trust yourself, trust her. Jealousy's not gonna get you anywhere, trust me on that one."
I nodded, realizing he was right. "I'll work on it, man. Thanks for not giving up on me."
Aman chuckled. "I wouldn't. But you really need to chill with the jealousy stuff. You're better than that."
I smiled, feeling a bit lighter. "Alright, I'll try to chill. No promises, but I'll work on it."
Aman grinned, slapping me on the back. "That's what I like to hear! Just don't forget—if you ever need a distraction, you know where to find me."
I chuckled. "Yeah, you're impossible to escape, anyway."
Aman laughed. "True. Now, back to work, genius."
I shook my head, a grin on my face. "Yeah, yeah. But next time, don't test me with Vedakshi questions, alright?"
"Deal!" Aman said, giving me a mock salute before heading out of the cubicle.
I watched him leave, feeling like maybe I wasn't such a lost cause after all. Time to focus on the work... and on being a better version of myself.
End of Ehan's POV.
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