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...
Late at night, Rajat was driving home from work, his mind wandering after a long day at the office. As he turned a corner, he noticed someone standing outside a mall, her silhouette faintly visible in the dimming light. It was Vidya.
“Andhera ho raha hai aur Vidya akeli yahan kya kar rahi hai?” Rajat thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. Acha mauka hai dosti badhane ka, he mused with a sly smile. He decided to take the opportunity.
Rajat parked his car a little distance away, then got out and walked towards her.
“Heyy, Vidya... Right?” Rajat said, acting surprised as he approached her.
Vidya turned, startled for a moment before recognizing him. “Arre sir, aap!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up with surprise.
“Haan, wo actually mai ek important kaam se aaya tha,” Rajat began casually. “Aur tum? Yahan kya kar rahi ho?” he asked, pretending to be concerned but inwardly hoping to prolong the conversation.
Vidya hesitated slightly. “Mai apni ek friend ke saath aayi thi, wo nikal gayi, mai bhi bas jaa rahi thi,” she explained.
Rajat nodded, thinking for a moment before adding, “Ummm... woh actually meri na car kharab ho gayi hai.”
“Ohhh, so sad... to ab?” Vidya asked, her tone expressing sympathy, but a little confusion lingering.
Rajat glanced around as though unsure of his next move, then said, “A... wo tum mujhe drop kar do.”
Vidya paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she processed his request. She was feeling uneasy. Itni raat mein akeli ladke ke saath kaise jaaun? I know he's a good person, but can I trust him? she thought, feeling the weight of the situation. She bit her lip, unsure. Aur jaanti hi kitna hun ek baar hi to mile hain.”
“Wait,” Vidya said, her voice firm as she pulled out her phone.
“Kya hua?” Rajat asked, a little confused, noticing her change in demeanor.
“Wo cab book kiya hai, aata hi hoga,” Vidya replied, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen.
Rajat, looking perplexed, crossed his arms and questioned, “Haan, par tumhari scooty toh sahi hai. Phir ham cab mein kyun chalenge?”
Vidya turned to him, a serious look on her face. “Ye cab actually aapke liye hai,” she said matter-of-factly.
Rajat blinked in surprise. “Kya? Par ham toh saath ja rahe the na? Is there any problem?” he asked, genuinely confused by her sudden shift in plans.
