"Aur bata, kaisa raha date, haan?" Krish asked teasingly that night when she returned home.

He was sitting casually on her bed, watching her as she organized her books.

"Achi hi thi," she replied, though her tone lacked excitement.

The truth was, she felt a bit disappointed. He had spent most of the evening glued to his phone, barely paying attention to her.

"Sirf achi?" he asked, tilting his head, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

She shrugged, letting out a small sigh. "What should I say? It was just a simple date. We walked on the beach for a while, had dinner, and then he dropped me home. That's it. Khatam."

Krish made an exaggerated 'O' face, trying to mask his feelings. But inside, a fire of jealousy smoldered. He had seen the way that bastard held her hand, and it gnawed at him.

Yes, he had followed them, keeping an eye on her the entire time. After hearing what he had about that guy, he couldn't take any chances. He'd make sure she stayed safe-even if it meant watching from the shadows ready to step in if Vishal crossed a line.

He couldn't let her fall for someone who didn't value her, not when he felt the way he did.

Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, clutching her stomach. "Ouch!!"

Startled, Krish shot up, his eyes wide with concern. "What happened??"

She grimaced, rubbing her abdomen. "Pata nahi, bas achanak... pet dard kar rahi hain," she murmured, her voice laced with discomfort.

"Tu yahi ruk, I'm coming," she mumbled, moving towards the washroom, leaving him in a haze of worry.

He nodded, trying to distract himself by scrolling through his phone, but as the minutes ticked by, a frown crept onto his face. She was taking too long. He got up and knocked on the door, his voice low but filled with concern. "Nishuu? What happened? Any problem?"

A slight pause, then her voice came, tense and uncertain. "Nothing, Krish. You go now. It'll take some time."

He could hear the sound of the drawer opening and shutting like she was looking for something.

His concern deepened. "Dekh agar koi baat hain, you can tell me. If I can help you..."

A few seconds passed before she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with hesitation. "I... I got my periods... and I forgot that I don't have any extra pad."

"Ohh, toh isme kya badi baat hai?" he said gently, wanting to ease her embarrassment. "Tu ruk, main paas ke local pharmacy se lekar aata hoon. No tension, hmm?"

She began to protest, "Par Krish-"

"Main hu na?" he interrupted softly, his tone reassuring, letting her know he was there for her, no questions asked. He left without another word, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

Within ten minutes, he returned, carrying a packet of sanitary pads. He knocked on the washroom door, handing her one as she cracked it open just enough to take it. A moment later, she emerged and, to his surprise, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with gratitude.

He held her, a bittersweet ache swelling in his chest.

In his mind, he thought, "Ek tu hi toh hai mera sab, tere liye nahi karunga toh aur kiske liye karunga?" But he kept the words to himself.

Later that night, as she settled into bed, Nisha felt something beneath her pillow. She lifted it to find a big bar of Dairy Milk chocolate, her favorite. Her lips curved into a smile, remembering how she had once casually mentioned her cravings for chocolate during her period. She hadn't expected him to remember, but he had.

Unknowingly she feels butterflies inside her stomach.

As the days went by, Nisha and Vishal seemed to be growing closer, sharing more time and moments together. However, Nisha began to notice unsettling changes in Vishal's behavior. His touches, once affectionate, were becoming more frequent and invasive, happening whenever he could find the chance. His gaze, once warm and reassuring, had taken on an intensity that left her feeling exposed and uncomfortable.

Whenever she mustered the courage to express her discomfort or gently push him away, he would wave it off with a dismissive smile, playing his "boyfriend card" as if that alone justified his actions.

These things were effecting her deeply but didn't told Krish as she doesn't want any arguments between them hoping things would eventually improve.

Krish POV:-

'Hey Krish !!' a voice calls me from the back.

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