AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
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After dinner, everyone settled in Preeti’s home. The cozy living room buzzed with quiet conversations as the night deepened. Akshat and Vikram had retreated to the balcony, their voices a low murmur over the sound of the cool breeze. Preeti was sitting with Kavya on the couch, the two women chatting, while Vedant found himself sitting beside Amrit. His attention, however, was far from the room—they were on the door, his gaze shifting every few seconds, expecting someone.
Amrit noticed his distracted state and nudged him gently.” Ek baat kahun? Girls aren’t that easy to convince. Ek baar hum naraz ho jaayein, toh bahot time lagta hai to make things right again."
Vedant glanced at her, his brows furrowed. "But I apologised! I don't know what else to do. Why is it so complicated?"
"Apologizing is just the first step," Amrit explained, her tone gentle but firm. "We want to see actions that show us you really mean it. Words are important, but they’re not always enough."
Vedant groaned, frustrated. "You’re telling me I have to do something grand to get her forgiveness?”
Amrit shook her head "It’s not about doing something grand. It’s about making her feel like you genuinely care. We don’t stay mad for too long if we see effort."
Vedant paused for a moment, thinking. "So, do you really think I should try again? I mean... do you think she’ll even listen this time?"
Amrit raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you really want her forgiveness? Or are you just doing it because you think you have to?"
Vedant’s face softened. "Of course I want her to forgive me.”
Amrit studied him for a moment, then smiled. "If you really want to make things right, ek rasta hai."
Vedant leaned in, intrigued. "What? Tell me."
She grinned mischievously. "If someone were to make a girl’s favorite food and apologize while she’s enjoying it...she might just think about forgiving him."
Vedant blinked, caught off guard by the simplicity of her suggestion. "That’s it? Just food?"
Amrit laughed, shaking her head. "Not just any food. Her favourite food. Something that shows you know what she likes, that you’ve put thought into it."
Vedant sat back, considering her words. "So... if I make her favourite food and apologise, there’s a chance she’ll forgive me?"
Amrit smiled. "Maybe, but maafi sachi lagni chahiye.”
Vedant nodded slowly, as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. "Okay...I think I can do that. Thank you so much."
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As the night drew to a close, the air was filled with the soft murmurs of people bidding each other goodbye. One by one, everyone started to head back to their homes, the warmth of Preeti’s house fading into the quiet night.
