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...
Nandini unzipped her luggage, her brow knitted as she talked to herself, "Sara samaan almirah me shift kar leti hun." She stooped to reach a pile of clean clothes and proceeded to walk toward the almirah, visualizing the pleasure of having everything in order.
As she opened the doors wide and extended a hand to put the clothes in, there was a sudden snowdrift of shirts, pants, and towels spilling out, engulfing her like a wave.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
She screamed in the empty room, high and frantic.
Vedant, who was standing close by, promptly ran into the room, his face full of worry.
"Kya hua? Kya hua, Nandini? Are you okay?" he said, his voice frantic.
He froze mid-step when he saw her sitting on the floor, completely buried under a mountain of his clothes, with only her eyes peeking out like a trapped cartoon character.
For a long beat, neither moved. Then, Vedant's lips curled into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahahahahahaa! Kya scene hai yaar!"
Nandini's glare pierced through the piles of clothes, her voice shrill with irritation.
"Kya haiiiiiii!!" she screamed, waving her arms enough to cause the pile to totter precariously.
Vedant, doubled up still with laughter, clutched at his stomach, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
"Arre aaram se yaar! Mummy-papa nahi hain, to kya? Padosi to hain na!" he teased, finally getting himself together.
"Help me... hadd hai, by God!" she grunted, trying to hold out under the weight of the clothes.
Vedant stooped and assisted her to her feet with care, holding her upright as she brushed loose fabric off her shoulders and out of her hair.
Standing, Nandini folded her arms, her face a combination of irritation and incredulity.
"Kya hai ye?" she spat, her tone a low snarl.
Vedant chuckled roguishly.
"Kapde hain... kabhi dekhe nahi kya?" he joked, his laughter welling once more.
Nandini's glare intensified, silent yet deadly. Vedant's laughter faltered as he realized he might have crossed a line.
"A...b...wo... kya hua, baby?" he asked cautiously.
Her voice dropped into an icy, almost sweet tone that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Aapka muh hua, baby!" she said with a fake smile, as if the words themselves were a weapon.
