Ishq Nasamajh

Chapter 31: The Preparation

Rohan's POV:

As Nandani struggled to reach the book on the top shelf, her adorable frustration tugged at my heartstrings. I couldn't resist stepping in, my hand finding its way to her waist as I effortlessly retrieved the book she desired. Seeing her triumphant smile filled me with joy, her gratitude shining in her eyes as she accepted the book.

Turning to face me, her expression softened with affection, and my heart skipped a beat as I enveloped her in a warm embrace. Planting a tender kiss on her forehead felt like coming home, a simple gesture that spoke volumes of our bond.

As my lips trailed to her neck, I felt her breath catch, and the rush of warmth between us ignited something deep within me. Each kiss was a silent promise of my love for her, a language only we understood.

After our intimate moment, Nandani surprised me with a question "Roo don't you think your brother likes Alisha," Her perceptiveness caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but chuckle nervously in response, my mind racing to find the right words.

"What made you think that?" I replied, attempting to play it off casually, though her insight had struck a chord within me.

But Nandani, always quick, met my gaze with a knowing smile, her eyes reflecting her understanding. "I've seen him looking at Alisha with such affection," she confessed, her words carrying a weight of truth.

Her observation left me speechless for a moment, my mind racing as I tried to process it. "Oh, so you see him, not your Roo?" I teased, pulling her close and reveling in the comfort of her embrace.

In that moment, as we stood together, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for Nandani's presence in my life.

*In Evening*

As I entered the dorm, I caught sight of Siddhart engrossed in conversation, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks as he spoke. A knowing grin spread across my face as I realized he was talking to Alisha.

Sauntering over with a playful twinkle in my eye, I teased him, "Ah, Talking to your Chandni, I presume?"

Siddhart's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, but he couldn't hide the smile that danced in his eyes. "shuuu, you can also talk to your mehbooba," he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at him, I leaned in closer, wagging a teasing finger. "Just remember, you've got to make a move before someone else swoops in and steals her heart," I quipped, relishing in the playful banter.

Siddhart rolled his eyes, but the smile remained on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind," he retorted, though there was a hint of fondness in his tone.

As I watched him continue his conversation with Alisha, a sense of warmth washed over me. Despite our teasing, I couldn't help but feel happy for my brother. After all, love had a way of finding its path, even amidst the chaos of college life.

After changing into something comfortable, I noticed a message from Nandani waiting for me. Eagerly, I opened it to find her asking me to meet her downstairs in 10 minutes.

Without hesitation, I quickly got ready and made my way downstairs. Nandani appeared a few minutes later, holding a small box in her hands.

She handed it to me with a smile, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was. "What's this, mehbooba?" I asked, puzzled by her gesture.