Author's Note – Mine Yes!
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The city lights blurred past the car windows, painting streaks of yellow and white across the darkened streets. The gentle hum of the engine was the only sound filling the vehicle, apart from the occasional honk from the traffic outside. The air carried a slight chill, the kind that hinted at the change of seasons.
Anaya and Janvi sat in the back seat, lost in their own worlds, but the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable.
Janvi, with her ever-focused nature, had already taken out her tablet, stylus in hand, fingers moving swiftly across the screen. She was working—creating. Her eyes, sharp yet relaxed, stayed glued to the design she was sketching, the dim glow of the screen reflecting in them.
The car's interior was dimly lit, the soft green of the dashboard casting a gentle hue across Aarav's face as he drove. His grip on the steering wheel was loose but firm, his posture effortlessly composed. Yet, his eyes?
They flickered.
Through the rearview mirror, he stole occasional glances at Janvi. She was unaware, completely immersed in her work, spinning a pencil between her fingers absentmindedly—a small, habitual action that Aarav found himself watching a second longer than necessary.
Anaya, who had been observing Janvi's swift hand movements, leaned in slightly, curiosity shining in her gaze.
"You're really a good artist, Janvi," she murmured, admiring the details forming on the screen.
Janvi, still not looking up, hummed softly in response. It wasn't arrogance, just her being deep in her zone—so deep that she didn't even realize the way Aarav's focus had momentarily shifted towards her.
And then, his voice—deep, calm, yet carrying an unmistakable presence—filled the car.
"Oh? Can I see as well?"
He didn't turn, didn't glance back, but there was something in his tone that made both Anaya and Janvi pause.
Janvi blinked. A moment of hesitation. Then, without a word, she handed the tablet over, passing it to the front seat.
The car had stopped at a traffic signal, the red light reflecting against the windshield. Aarav took the tablet in one hand, his other still resting on the wheel.
He didn't rush.
His eyes ran over the design, scanning every stroke, every line Janvi had created. The model she was building was intricate—clean, sharp, and layered with details only a perfectionist could have put in.
It was impressive.
But Aarav was never one to hand out praise so easily.
"It's good. Might be better."
The words were casual, yet calculated. A statement rather than a compliment.
Janvi, who had been watching him, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She wasn't expecting validation, nor did she care for it. She just took the tablet back when he handed it over and resumed her work as if nothing had happened.
The signal turned green.
Aarav shifted gears, his fingers tapping against the wheel once before he spoke again, this time his tone back to its usual commanding ease.
"Address batao, kahaan drop karna hai?" ("Tell me the address, where should I drop you?")
No names. No unnecessary formality. Just a straightforward question.
Janvi, still tapping on her screen, replied without looking up, "Unicity."
The moment the word left her lips, Anaya looked at her, puzzled.
Unicity?
Aarav, however, had a different reaction.
For a split second—just a split second—his body tensed. His grip on the wheel didn't falter, but his eyes flickered again to the rearview mirror, this time with a sharper gaze.
He knew that place.
Even the residency.
But he didn't let anything slip. He kept his expression unreadable, his voice neutral as he gave a single nod.
"Ohk."
Arrival at Unicity
As they pulled into the apartment complex, the car slowed. The area was quiet, save for the distant hum of life—footsteps on pavement, the faint barking of a stray dog, the occasional laughter from a nearby balcony.
The building stood before them—a modern 2BHK apartment complex. Simple, neat, yet carrying an air of solitude.
Anaya, who had grown up surrounded by the Orphanage wall and lives in rented small apartment , instinctively leaned forward to get a better look.
"Tu yahan rehti hai?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. There was no judgment in her voice, only curiosity.
Janvi smirked, stepping out of the car, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"Haan, par tumhare ghar jaisa bada mahal toh nahi hai." (Yes, but it is not as big as a palace like your house.)
Her tone carried a playful tease, but beneath it, there was something softer—something that Aarav caught on to instantly.
She was used to smaller spaces, used to places that weren't necessarily 'home' but simply 'where she lived.'
Anaya laughed, shaking her head, but Aarav?
He remained silent.
His gaze followed Janvi through the rearview mirror, watching her walk towards the building entrance. The way she moved—calm, composed, as if she belonged everywhere yet nowhere.
Something about that lingered in his mind.
Janvi disappeared inside.
Aarav didn't realize he was still looking at the building entrance until Anaya spoke.
"Chalein?"
Aarav blinked once before tearing his eyes away.
Without another word, he shifted gears, pressed the accelerator, and the car rolled away into the night.
But the thought of Janvi's address, her expression, and her carefully guarded world?
That stayed with him.
Longer than he expected.
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As Aarav watched Janvi step out of the car, his gaze lingered on her retreating figure as she walked toward her apartment building. The glow from the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, accentuating the graceful way she moved—casual yet purposeful. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel unconsciously, his brows furrowing for a split second before he exhaled and looked away.
The building she entered was a modest 2BHK apartment complex, not grand but well-maintained. The dim yellow lights from the entrance illuminated her figure as she pulled out her keys and disappeared into the building. He knew this place. He knew this address. But why? His jaw tightened slightly as he glanced at the rearview mirror one last time before shifting gears.
Just as he was about to drive off, Anaya's voice broke the silence.
"Jaldi chalo! Warna main aaj dinner ke liye late ho jaungi." (Hurry up! Otherwise, I'll be late for dinner today.)
Her voice carried that familiar impatience, tinged with the slight authority she naturally exuded. Aarav's lips twitched into a smirk as he rested his arm casually over the steering wheel, shaking his head.
"Aap mujhse ek saal badi hain bas," he muttered under his breath, a teasing lilt in his tone. "Par itna power… same like husband, like wife." (You're just a year older than me, but you act like you have the authority of a wife over her husband.)
Anaya's head snapped toward him. "Haan?! Aarav, were you saying something?"
He coughed slightly, pretending to clear his throat, suddenly feeling caught. "N-No, Bhabhi, kuch bhi nahi!" (No, Bhabhi, nothing at all!)
The way he stammered made her narrow her eyes suspiciously. Her lips pursed as she studied him before leaning back against the seat with an exaggerated sigh.
"Bhabhi?" she questioned, raising a brow. "Since when? I don't remember you ever accepting me as your Bhabhi before."
Her voice was curious, laced with amusement but also sincerity. It was true—Aarav had never called her 'Bhabhi' in an affectionate or genuine way before. He had always maintained a distance, and even though he was never outright rude, there was an invisible barrier that separated them.
Aarav remained silent for a few moments, the quiet hum of the engine filling the space between them. The soft streetlights flickered past as they drove through the city, their reflections gliding over the sleek black car like golden ripples.
After a few seconds, he finally spoke, his voice quieter this time. "It's because someone wanted to give you a family," he said, his words slow, deliberate. "Aur tum ek parivaar deserve karti ho… isiliye main bhi in." (And you deserve a family… so I'm in too.)
Anaya turned her head fully to look at him. His profile was illuminated by the neon lights outside, his usually sharp and teasing expression replaced by something softer, something real.
She stared at him for a moment, her chest tightening slightly at his words. There was something raw about the way he said it, something unspoken beneath his casual tone.
He wasn't just saying it to make conversation.
He meant it.
Her mind flickered back to the first time she had entered the Singhaniya family's grand estate—a guest in a house too large, too unfamiliar, too intimidating. She had felt like an outsider. She was an outsider. She had watched as the family interacted, the bonds between them strong yet complicated, filled with unspoken words and silent gestures.
But now…
She wasn't just a guest anymore.
She had somehow become a part of it.
And Aarav, in his own way, had just confirmed it.
She let out a breath, one she didn't even realize she had been holding, and leaned back against the seat. A small smile played at her lips. "Thank you," she murmured.
Aarav smirked slightly, but instead of replying, he simply reached for the music system and turned on the radio, letting the soft melody of an old Hindi song fill the car.
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the drive, but the silence wasn't heavy.
It was comfortable.
For the first time, it felt like home.
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The drive was silent, the hum of the car engine blending seamlessly with the soft melody playing on the radio. The night outside was calm, the streets painted in the glow of streetlights and the occasional neon signs of late-night eateries. The city was alive, yet within the car, there was a comfortable stillness—one that neither Aarav nor Anaya felt the need to break.
Anaya, however, wasn't one to let things stay quiet for too long.
A playful smile tugged at her lips as she turned slightly in her seat, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, Devar ji," she started, her voice laced with teasing amusement, "kya meri koi Devrani bhi hai?" (So, dear brother-in-law, do I have a sister-in-law too?)
Aarav, caught off guard, almost missed a beat as he drove. His hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his jaw tensing slightly before he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. The question—so casually thrown—made him momentarily blank.
He scoffed lightly, shaking his head as if dismissing the thought. "Huh? Main abhi apne kaam aur hotel pe focus kar raha hoon," he replied with a casual shrug. "Main free nahi hoon." (Huh? I'm focusing on my work and the hotel right now. I'm not free.)
Anaya chuckled, not buying his response. She tapped her fingers against the dashboard rhythmically, as if contemplating something. Then, with an all-too-knowing smirk, she mused, "Mujhe pata hai kaun hai." (I know who it is.)
Aarav's head turned sharply toward her, his brows pulling together in both curiosity and slight alarm. "Kya?" (What?)
"Haan… bas shayad abhi sirf list mein hai." (Yes… but maybe she's still just on your list for now.)
She dragged out the last word, her tone playful yet provoking. The way she looked at him—like she had just uncovered a secret—made Aarav click his tongue in irritation. His ears burned slightly, though he refused to acknowledge it.
His response was swift, cutting her off before she could continue. "Ab aap Bhabhi jaisa behave kar rahi hain," he said, a mockingly serious expression on his face. "Patiyon ke peeche jaise wives gossip karti hain." (Now you're behaving like a typical sister-in-law, gossiping like wives do about their husbands.)
Anaya gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "How dare you?" she feigned offense. "Maine kab gossip kiya?" (When did I ever gossip?)
Aarav rolled his eyes, but there was a smirk at the corner of his lips. "Aap jaane dijiye, Bhabhi. Samay aane par sab kuch pata chal hi jayega." (Let it go, Bhabhi. When the time is right, everything will be revealed.)
His words carried a cryptic weight, one that made Anaya more curious than before.
She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms with a pout. "Agar mujhe pata chal gaya toh?" (What if I figure it out first?)
Aarav chuckled, giving her a challenging glance. "Phir main aapse ek hafte tak baat nahi karunga." (Then I won't talk to you for a week.)
Anaya gasped again, this time genuinely horrified. "Tum mujhe threaten kar rahe ho?" (Are you threatening me?)
Aarav smirked, "Nahi, bas ek challenge hai. Dekhte hain pehle kisey sach pata chalta hai." (No, it's just a challenge. Let's see who finds out the truth first.)
Their banter continued, playful and full of warmth, neither realizing that, despite their teasing words, there was a deeper connection forming—one beyond mere family titles.
For the first time, Aarav didn't just see Anaya as his Bhai's wife.
He saw her as family.
And for Anaya, this bond… this acceptance was more precious than she had ever imagined.