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...
Amrit woke up with a jolt, gasping as another nightmare plagued her sleep. These past few days, nightmares had become more frequent, but she never felt truly alone as Akshat was usually there to comfort her. She would hold his hand, and the nightmares would fade. But today, sleep had eluded her.
"Why are you feeling sad, Amrit?" she muttered to herself. "He has a life too. He can't always stay here. He has to answer to his family as well." She sighed, trying to reason with herself before shaking off the thoughts and heading to freshen up.
After a shower, she dressed in a navy blue kurti pajama and made her way to the kitchen, intending to prepare something. To her surprise, Akshat was already there, mashing potatoes. He looked up when he noticed her standing at the doorway.
"Sorry, late ho gaya. Breakfast bas banne hi wala hai," he said, flashing her a small smile.
"Aap kab aaye?" she asked, still surprised as she walked further inside.
"When you were in the washroom," he replied, continuing to mash the potatoes.
"Kya bana rahe hain?" she asked, moving closer to the counter.
"Aloo paratha. Pasand hai tumhe?" he asked, raising his brows.
"Wow! It's my favorite. Mumma best banati thi," she said, her face lighting up before a hint of sadness shadowed her expression at the memory.
Akshat noticed and tried to cheer her up. "Unse accha toh nahi banega, but I can make a decent one," he said with a smile, and she smiled softly.
"Mai kuch help kar doon?" she offered, wanting to contribute.
"Aata lagana aata hai?" he asked, glancing at her.
"Kahan pe lagana hai?" she asked, her face blank with confusion.
Akshat stared at her for a moment then sighed, "Tum... rehne do” he said, shaking his head.
Amrit perched on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging slightly as she tried to keep Akshat company while he prepared breakfast. The aroma of freshly mashed potatoes filled the air, and she couldn't help but smile softly at him. He never missed a chance to win her heart with his thoughtful gestures, making her feel warm and appreciated. As their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Breaking the comfortable silence, Akshat said, "Mom was talking about you."
Amrit's heart skipped a beat, worry etched across her features. "Kya? What was she saying? Vaise wo thodi khadoos lagi mujhe aap jaise, aap unko hi pade hain na?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
