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...
Kritika strutted confidently toward Akshat, her presence commanding attention. The moment she appeared, Akshat’s reaction was calm and neutral, his gaze steady, while beside him, Preeti, Krishiv, and Vedant exchanged furious glances. Anika and Nandini stood off to the side, confused by the sudden tension in the air.
With a smirk playing on her lips, Kritika cast a casual glance at Anika and Nandini. “Ohh, new members in the family, I see,” she said with a mocking tone, her eyes lingering on them with thinly veiled judgment.
Preeti stepped forward, her expression sharp as she shot back, “Yes, the best ones,” her voice dripping with a mocking smile to match Kritika's.
Kritika’s smirk widened as she absorbed the subtle jab. Instead of replying, she turned her attention back to Akshat. "It’s been so long, Akshat," she began, her voice sweet but insincere. " Mr Malhotra ne tumhe bhi invite kiya? Actually he invited me and Abhimanyu to stay with them until the wedding but you know, Abhimanyu and I just got back from Switzerland—he insisted on spoiling me with a lavish vacation. You know how he is, can't help but shower me with love and, of course, his money." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, expecting some sort of reaction.
But Akshat remained unbothered, simply nodding. "Good for you," he replied calmly, his tone polite but distant, as if discussing a mundane topic. His lack of reaction seemed to ignite something in Kritika, but she pushed on, determined to get under his skin.
"You know, he’s such a romantic," she continued, her voice a little louder now. "He bought me a new car as soon as we returned. A Jaguar—nothing but the best for me." She laughed, watching for any hint of jealousy or anger from Akshat. "You must remember how much I love luxurious things. And Abhimanyu—he understands me so well. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man." Her eyes flickered with challenge as she waited for Akshat to respond.
But still, Akshat stayed neutral, not a flicker of emotion crossing his face. “Ohh” he said simply, his tone as flat as ever.
Kritika’s patience wore thin. She took a step closer, her voice more urgent now. "You don’t have to pretend, Akshat. I know you still hate me for leaving, for choosing Abhimanyu over you. But honestly, I can’t help it if you couldn't handle someone like me."
Akshat’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. He looked her directly in the eyes, his voice measured and calm. "Kritika, hate is a strong word," he began. "I don’t hate you. To hate someone, you have to spend time thinking about them, and frankly, I don’t even think about you."
Her eyes widened in disbelief at his words, her carefully constructed confidence cracking. “What?” she hissed, her voice rising. “You’re saying you don’t care? After everything?”
