Jayasvi was having her breakfast early in the morning, the warm scent of parathas and chai filling the air. She glanced at her watch, realizing she was running late for her class, but a message on her phone brought a sigh of relief—the professor would be late as well. She took a deep breath and finished her food, savoring each bite. After washing her hands, she moved to the mirror to apply her sunscreen and kajal. She was dressed in a white cold-shoulder top with black polka dots, a bit shorter than her usual attire. It paired perfectly with her black jeggings and sporty black shoes. Her hair, neatly tied in a braid, hung a few inches below her hips.

With her college bag slung over her shoulder, she said goodbye to her parents, who were comfortably seated in the living room. She called out a loud farewell to her dadi in her room before hurrying to the metro station. Today's lecture was crucial, laying the groundwork for a subject she'd be studying throughout the year. There was no room for missing even a single minute of it. She didn't bother checking her messages as she rushed to college. Upon arriving, she was relieved to see that her professor hadn't arrived yet. As she was about to enter the classroom, she bumped into Pooja.

It was Jayasvi's first class after that unfortunate encounter with Pooja, and as she entered, the room fell silent. She felt a wave of discomfort wash over her when her eyes met Pooja's, realizing that she must have spread the news. Jayasvi gulped, her anxiety growing, and made her way to a window seat, quietly unpacking her things. Just then, Shivali, a classmate, sat down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Are you really going to marry Raghav Hooda, Jayasvi?" Shivali asked, her voice brimming with excitement.

Jayasvi shrugged, trying to dismiss the topic. "Ask her who spread the news, and then say I'm the one spreading personal information."

"Oh, come on! I told you to get over her," Shivali said, making a face and glancing over at Pooja, who was animatedly chatting with Ritu.

"I'm done with her," Jayasvi replied, her tone firm. "It's just you think I'm not. After what she's done, I don't even want to see her face." Suddenly, Jayasvi's eyes widened as she remembered something important. She quickly checked her phone, feeling a sudden pain in her stomach. Grabbing her bag, she headed towards the washroom, her anxiety mounting. She sighed with relief when she returned to the classroom, only to find the professor had already arrived.

Unbeknownst to her, she had started her period, and the cramps were causing her intense discomfort. What a way to start the day! She leaned her head on the table, taking deep breaths to manage the pain. She felt a wave of heat wash over her, adding to her distress.

"Jayasvi, it's not the time for sleeping," Mr. Sharma's stern voice cut through her thoughts, and the entire class turned to look at her. Jayasvi raised her head, exhaustion etched across her face.

"Sir, I'm not well," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

"Then go to the medical room. You shouldn't have come if you were unwell. Take your friend with you," he instructed, his tone unyielding. Despite Jayasvi's protests, Shivali stood up to help her. Jayasvi clutched her stomach, the pain unbearable as she sat in the college grounds. Her phone started ringing, but she was in no condition to answer it. Shivali, seeing her distress, picked it up.

"Sir, Jayasvi is not feeling well, so I picked up the call," Shivali explained, looking at Jayasvi, who frowned at her words. Who could she be talking to?

"Yes, sir. I suggested she go to the medical room, but she refused," Shivali continued, adding to Jayasvi's frustration. Why was Shivali sharing her situation with everyone?

"Jayasvi, Raghav sir wants to talk to you," Shivali said, handing her the phone with a worried expression. Jayasvi glared at her, snatching the phone.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about anything," she whispered, her voice strained as another wave of pain hit her.

"I'm coming there in half an hour. Don't you dare do anything stupid," Raghav ordered, hanging up before she could respond. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of pain and frustration overwhelming her. Half an hour later, her phone rang again.

"Jayasvi, I've sent my driver to pick you up. He'll take care of everything," Raghav said, his voice firm. Jayasvi sighed, unable to respond as the pain intensified. His driver arrived and drove her to the hotel where Raghav was attending a meeting.

As she reached the hotel, she felt weak, but managed to hold herself together. She spotted Raghav near the reception area. His guard didn't even let her carry her bag, and she felt a pang of embarrassment.

"I'm calling a doctor," Raghav said, noticing her pale and exhausted face.

"No, it's not necessary. I just need to go home and rest," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Come with me," he said, leading her to his room on the first floor.

"I'm calling a doctor," he insisted again, but Jayasvi shook her head, stopping him once more. His patience was wearing thin.

"What is wrong with you? Let me call a doctor. Look at your condition; it's getting worse," he said, his voice rising in frustration.

"Please, sir, don't worry. It's just...a girl's problem," she stammered, trying to explain while holding her stomach. She was sitting on his bed, feeling increasingly awkward. He knelt in front of her, looking up with concern.

"Are you on your period?" he asked, catching her off guard. She bit her lip, feeling a flush of embarrassment, and reluctantly nodded.

Raghav's expression softened. "You should have told me earlier. I'll get you some pain relief and something to eat," he said gently, getting up to make arrangements.

"No please don't worry. It will pain for sometime only soon it will be good", she spoke not wanting to trouble him. Also, her mother always told her not to take any pain killers as I is not good for health.

"Ok fine. At least let me order a coffee. You already transferred me enough money that I can take care of your expenses", he spoke in a firm voice. Jayasvi sighed at his words. She didn't want him to think it that way. She just didn't want to be a burden on anyone.

"Can I leave after it? I can sleep if I go home", she spoke feeling awkward here sitting on his bed. She couldn't risk putting stain on his white bedsheet at the same time it was just so weird to be sitting on his bed.

"You can sleep here if you want", he proposed.

"No please sir. I won't be able to sleep here. I can only sleep in my bed", she spoke looking down.

"I told you many times not to call me sir. This will be the last time. I'll ask somebody to drop you home", he spoke making her nod her head lightly.

Jayasvi sat on the edge of the bed, the tension easing slightly as she accepted a glass of warm water that Raghav handed her. The room was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner, which provided a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Raghav's presence was a calming influence, but the awkwardness of the situation made her feel self-conscious.

Raghav moved to the corner of the room and placed a call, speaking in a low voice. Jayasvi couldn't make out the words, but she assumed he was arranging for someone to take her home. She appreciated his concern but felt a pang of guilt for causing such a disruption in his day.

He returned, sitting beside her with a worried expression. "I've arranged for someone to take you home. They'll be here soon. Are you sure you don't need anything else?"

Jayasvi shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm just sorry for all the trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," Raghav replied, his voice gentle. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

A brief silence fell between them, filled with the unsaid complexities of their relationship. Jayasvi felt the weight of his gaze on her and looked up, meeting his eyes. There was a depth of concern in them that touched her deeply.

"Why do you care so much?" she blurted out, unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "I mean, we're not even that close."

Raghav seemed taken aback by her question. He looked away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "Maybe we're not close in the traditional sense, but I feel a connection with you. You're important to me, Jayasvi. I care about your well-being."

His words left her speechless. She had always seen Raghav as a stoic, reserved figure, but there was a warmth in his voice that made her heart flutter. She didn't know how to respond, so she simply nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. A hotel staff member had arrived to take Jayasvi home. She stood up, feeling a mix of relief and reluctance. Raghav helped her gather her things, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Thank you for everything," she said, turning to face him before leaving. "I really appreciate it."

"Take care of yourself, Jayasvi. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me," Raghav replied, his eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary.

As she left the room, Jayasvi felt a strange mix of emotions. The pain had lessened, but the confusion and uncertainty about her feelings for Raghav lingered. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them and if there was more to their relationship than she had initially thought.

After that incident, her respect for him increased immensely. She knew she couldn't hide her feelings for him anymore. Every morning, he never forgot to message her, asking if she was feeling okay. Who wouldn't want such a considerate partner in their life? She didn't want to overthink it now. She wanted to give him a chance. She couldn't be paranoid all the time.

It was a super dry summer afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Jayasvi had just finished her last lesson for the day. She felt like she might lose consciousness any moment due to the heat. Her phone started ringing, pulling her attention towards it. It was Aahan.

She sighed, wiping the sweat beads covering her face as she moved towards the exit of the college. After becoming officially friendless, she preferred to go straight home after classes. Though it made her feel lonely, it gave her time to rest and think about what she wanted to do next in her life.

"Yes, Aahan ji, how are you?" she spoke in a soft voice, her tone slightly heavy as she walked quickly.

"I am around your college today. Can we meet? It's been so long. We always talk on the phone but never meet," he said from the other side. She could hear the sound of distant traffic, suggesting he was driving.

"I can't just meet anywhere. You know? Mumma would be so angry if she found out," Jayasvi replied. No matter how good of a friend he was, he was still a male, and being friends with a male wasn't accepted either by her family or society.

"Hey, we can meet outside your college. Just a few minutes of your time will do wonders for me," he spoke teasingly, making her smile. She felt awkward about meeting him but didn't want to seem rude. She searched for a reason to deny his request but couldn't find one. All she knew was it was 3:30 PM, and she was tired.

"I will walk to the metro station. Maybe you can accompany me," she suggested, finding it the best way to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. She hung up, wondering if meeting him was the right decision. She didn't really have a way out.

After five minutes, she got a message from him indicating he was there. She left her college and found him outside, leaning against his car. The car was gorgeous, she thought, before passing him a beautiful smile.

"Good afternoon," she greeted. She was dressed in a mustard-colored short kurti and denim jeans, along with her black sports shoes.

"Hey, at last," he said, passing the keys to his chauffeur and following her as she walked slowly.

"So, how was your day?" Aahan asked, trying to prolong the moment and steal glances at her. He suddenly felt nervous and reached up to fix his hair when his fingers slightly brushed against her skin. He swore he had never touched anything so soft. He licked his lower lip, trying his best not to think too much. She was attracting him like a thirsty man to a water source. He gulped.

"It was good. Don't be formal. We've spoken before," she said, noticing his sudden formality.

"Yes, but I think your beauty is distracting me," he joked, though he meant it. She had such an innocent face. If she somehow fell for him, he would be a lucky man.

"You are so bad," she laughed, blushing slightly.

"No, now you have to tell me, Jayasvi. What kind of man would you choose as your future partner?" he asked, finding it the right moment.

"I think I want a possessive person. Somebody who can keep me in check, otherwise I am pretty hard to handle. I can be stubborn at times. I want somebody who could scold me like my parents if I do something wrong. I think I want an authoritative person," she laughed at her choice. It seemed so unusual, but she always found herself longing for that type of guy.

"Only personality? No physical attributes?" he questioned, smiling at her words. He could be anything for her.

"Oh, I am a greedy girl. I think the person who can rock a kurta pajama is my choice," she said, blushing slightly but noticing he didn't get her point.

"What I mean is it's slightly easier to look good in a formal suit, but looking good in a kurta pajama and shawl is harder. I think I'll be attracted to someone wearing that. I always imagine my dream man in a white kurta pajama and matching shawl, paired with jutti and accessorized with a simple watch, not a smart one," she explained, and Aahan noticed he was wearing a smart watch. He bit his lip, putting his left hand in his pant pocket.

"A gold chain, a gold bangle (kada), and some other rings," she finished.

"You realize those things would look good on a muscular guy only," Aahan said, feeling proud that he spent a good amount of time in the gym.

"Yeah, of course, I like tall, muscular men, but I think I like beards too," she added, feeling free to share her thoughts with him.

"So you like a hairy man and someone with a gold chain," he teased, making her blush.

"You are so bad. You know when the top two buttons of the shirt are open, you can see the chain. It looks sexy to me. I'm not talking about men who wear it to show off. And about the hairy thing, I think I'm into manly men, and hair makes them look more manly," she blushed harder.

"So you wouldn't like me since you're looking for such an attractive person and I'm not perfect," he joked.

"Don't think that way, Aahan. No one is perfect in this world. What actually matters is finding the perfect match for yourself. When two imperfect people come together in a relationship and accept each other's imperfections, that's how a perfect relationship is built," she said, noticing they were outside the metro station.

"I think I should leave," she said, smiling apologetically.

"It's only been ten minutes," he said, not happy with the short time they had together.

"It's how it is. Thanks for coming, though. It felt great to meet you," she said, waving at him as she went inside. He watched her with a small smile when his chauffeur approached, informing him that his father was calling him to the office. He sighed, taking his phone from the chauffeur and calling his father as he walked towards his car. His guard opened the door for him as he got inside, busy calming his father's anger about his sudden departure from the office without prior notice.
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