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...
Krishiv paced restlessly in Vedant's room, his hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing at the clock. His unease didn't go unnoticed.
"Tujhe kya hua hai? Aur aaj achanak yahan rehne ka khayal kaise aa gaya?" Vedant asked, sitting on his bed and watching Krishiv curiously.
"Aise hi... I was missing Preeti masi's matar paneer," Krishiv replied nonchalantly, though his face betrayed his inner turmoil.
Vedant raised an eyebrow. "Toh chain se baith na... why are you pacing around like someone's chasing you?"
Krishiv paused, frowning. "Aise hi... I just need some fresh air. Mai garden mein walk kar ke aata hoon."
Krishiv opened the door to step into the corridor and paused when he saw Bulbul walking out of her apartment, a tiny figure clutching a colorful bag in her hands. She looked up, her face lighting up when she saw him.
"Cheatal uncle!" she exclaimed with a wide grin.
Krishiv smiled back and bent down to pick her up in his arms. "Hello, madam! What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I'm going to Ruchi's place. Uska toy wapas karna hai," she said, holding up the bag proudly.
"Accha? Ruchi ka toy lekar ghoom rahi ho?" he teased, adjusting her on his hip.
"Haan, mujhe toh bas wapas dena hai," she replied matter-of-factly.
Krishiv chuckled. "Theek hai, I'm coming with you."
Bulbul tilted her head, her tiny eyebrows knitting together. "Kyun?"
"Ainvy," Krishiv shrugged, his casual tone making her giggle.
As Krishiv and Bulbul walked back toward the apartment after returning Ruchi's toy, the little girl chattered non-stop about her day. Krishiv listened patiently, smiling at her antics.
"Accha Bulbul, don't go anywhere alone, okay?" he said, his tone soft yet firm. "Akshat, Amrit, Vedant, Nandini, ya Preeti masi mein se kisi ko sath leke jaana. And don't talk to strangers."
Bulbul stopped walking for a moment and looked up at him curiously. "Kuch hua hai kya?" she asked, her small face etched with confusion.
"Nahi toh," Krishiv replied quickly, brushing off her question.
Bulbul squinted at him suspiciously. "Mumma is also saying the same things-'don't go anywhere alone, don't talk to strangers.' She's also very tensed these days," she said innocently, fiddling with the hem of her dress.
