Kashvi and Ved turned around.
Krish was standing there.
Krish Verma—Kashvi's childhood friend and Ved's business competitor.
The moment Kashvi saw him, her face lit up with happiness. Overwhelmed with excitement, she instinctively moved forward to hug him. But before she could, Ved grabbed her hand from behind.
Pulling her back toward himself, Ved stepped ahead and spoke to Krish instead.
"Mr. Krish Verma… didn't expect to see you here. By the way," he added coolly, "how do you know my wife?"
Krish froze.
"W… wife?" His voice cracked. "Kashu… you're married?"
There was pain, shock, and jealousy in his eyes.
Ved tightened his grip on Kashvi's waist and pulled her closer again.
"Babe," he said deliberately, "how do you know Mr. Krish?"
Kashvi felt uncomfortable but answered softly,
"W-Well… Ved, Krish is my childhood friend. He went to Germany for his studies, and today, after five years, we're meeting again."
Ved looked at Krish with a faint smirk.
"Oh, I see. Mr. Krish, I thought you were just my competitor. Turns out, you're also my wife's friend."
Krish said nothing. His silence spoke louder than words.
Krish had liked Kashvi since childhood. But just when he had gathered the courage to confess, his family sent him to Germany. And when he finally returned… Kashvi was already married.
Ved returned with three drinks.
Before anyone could say anything, Krish spoke firmly,
"You're Kashu's husband, and you don't even know that she doesn't drink."
Ved's expression hardened.
"Excuse me, Mr. Krish," he said coldly. "She is my wife. And she will drink—for her husband."
He shot a sharp look at Kashvi.
Trying to hide her discomfort, Kashvi said,
"Yes… I drink now."
And with that, she took the glass and finished it.
Time passed.
Soon, both Kashvi and Ved were heavily drunk. Kashvi had completely lost her senses, while Ved—though intoxicated—was still somewhat aware.
By then, almost everyone had left.
Ved called Gaurav and asked him to pick them up.
When Gaurav arrived, Ved told Kashvi it was time to leave, but she was barely able to stand.
Without thinking twice, Ved lifted her into his arms and walked toward the car, his eyes fixed on her face.
He gently placed her inside the car and sat beside her.
Kashvi suddenly rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.
Ved didn't say anything. She was drunk—and her condition was his fault.
When they reached home, Ved carried her out of the car and took her straight to the room. He laid her carefully on the bed.
Just then, Kashvi grabbed his collar and pulled him closer.
Tracing his face with her fingers, she whispered,
"Ved Oberoi… you're so close to me. Maybe I've had too much to drink. You're so handsome… I don't understand why you hate me so much. I haven't even done anything wrong."
As she spoke, her fingers brushed against his lips.
And before Ved could stop himself, he lost control.
Their lips met.
For a moment, everything else faded away.
To be continued..