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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Krishiv stepped out of his bungalow, slipping his sunglasses off as his eyes fell on Kavya standing outside. She was fidgeting with a paper bag in her hands, her steps hesitant as if debating whether to move forward or turn around. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he climbed into his car. As he drove towards her and stopped, he rolled down the window.
“Bulbul ki mummy?” he called out, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Kavya turned abruptly, startled, and then quickly composed herself. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted, her voice slightly shaky.
Krishiv tilted his head, his expression turning curious. “Aap yahan? Kuch kaam tha?” he asked, leaning slightly out of the car window.
Kavya hesitated, her grip on the paper bag tightening. “Haan… nahi… I mean haan,” she stammered before extending the bag towards him.
His brow arched as he accepted it. “Ye kya hai?” he asked, peeking into the bag.
“Cookies,” she said softly, clasping her hands nervously in front of her.
His lips curled into a smirk. “This is for me?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
Kavya quickly shook her head. “Nahi… You’re going to the orphanage na? So give these to the children,” she explained hurriedly, her voice laced with sincerity.
Krishiv leaned back in his seat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Mujhe kya delivery boy bana diya aapne?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in mock indignation.
Kavya’s eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously. “No, sir… I…” she began, fumbling over her words.
Before she could spiral further, Krishiv chuckled, raising a hand to calm her. “Arre relax, I was kidding,” he said, his tone gentle. He opened the box and picked up a cookie, examining it before taking a bite.
Krishiv took another bite of the cookie and nodded in appreciation. “Mhmm, it’s yummy! Kis bakery se laye aap?” he asked, looking at her curiously.
“I baked it,” Kavya replied, her tone soft yet proud.
His eyebrows rose in surprise, and a grin spread across his face. “Wow, impressive,” he said, genuinely impressed.
A shy smile crept onto her lips at his compliment, but it quickly turned into a playful glare when he reached for another cookie. She lightly smacked his hand. “Arrey! Aap saare hi kha jayenge kya? Ye unn bacchon ke liye hai!” she scolded lightly, her voice playful but firm.
He closed the box carefully and placed it back on the passenger seat. Glancing at his watch, he said, “Accha, ab mai jaun? Varna late ho jayega na.”
But before she could take more than a few steps, his voice called her back. “Bulbul ki mummy!”
