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Aishani’s POV

Suitcase.

That blue suitcase sat near the door like it had a personal grudge against me. Staring at me with silent judgment.

One week.

Just one week ago, this house felt too big, too quiet like it wasn’t mine.

Now, as I stood there, it felt like something was squeezing my chest.

Tight. Heavy.

Within few months I have bonded well with everyone. This feels like home. I am gonna miss everyone.

Dadi was bustling around the kitchen, her voice louder than usual probably on purpose.

Aunty pretended to be busy arranging flowers that were already perfectly placed.

And Isha.. Isha was beside me, clutching me like I was her favorite teddy bear.

“You’re really leaving, huh?” she asked, eyes wide with all the drama she could muster.

I sighed, folding my dupatta carefully. “I’m shifting, not dying.”

She gave me a sharp look. “Same thing.”

I chuckled softly, but the laugh felt weaker than I wanted.

Isha let go, folding her arms with a pout. “Who am I supposed to annoy now? Bhai already treats me like invisible air.”

I smiled. “You annoy everyone equally. You’ll survive.”

She huffed. “You’re stealing my partner-in-crime privileges.”

Before I could answer, a calm familiar voice broke through the room.

“Aishani.”

I turned towards Uncle standing at the doorway.

“Take care. And if you have any problem, just call me, okay?”

I smiled warmly. “Okay, uncle.”

Aunty came forward, placing her gentle hands on my head.

“You’ll come here whenever you feel like, okay?”

I took her hands, nodding. “Sure, aunty.”

Dadi appeared, pressing prasad softly into my palm.

“Bhalo thakish, maa,” she said with a soft smile.

(Stay well, my child.)

My throat tightened as I answered, “Tumi o bhalo theko, Dida.”

(You also stay well, Dadi.)

Then uncle said to Dr.AngryBird  “Revansh, drop her safely at her flat.”

I looked toward the door.

He stood silently, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

Same white shirt. Same calm. Same everything that made my heart stumble.

“Car is ready,” he said simply.

I nodded. “I’m coming.”

Isha glanced between us, her eyes sharp but playful.

“Don’t take too long. Bhai hates traffic more than my drama.”

Revansh shot her a look. “Isha.”

She zipped her lips immediately, then leaned toward me, whispering, “Text me. Every day.”

“I will,” I promised softly.

She smiled and hugged me, quietly.

I touched their feet, taking their blessings with a heavy heart.

The house suddenly felt heavier as I stepped out.

When I first came in the house, all was new to me..but now..it's different.

The car door shut behind me with a finality that echoed.

My chest tightened for no reason at all or maybe for too many reasons.

In the Car

The drive was quiet.

Not awkward, just full.

I watched the road blur by, buildings melting into memories.

“So,” I said suddenly, trying to lighten the mood, “finally free from Miss Chaos, huh?”

His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

“Not fully,” he replied.

I scoffed. “Wow. High praise coming from you.”

Silence wrapped around us again.

Then he asked, “Your flat is ready?”

I nodded. “The manager said yes.”

“Mostly?” he prompted.

I shrugged, biting my lip. “Minor issues.”

He glanced at me sharply. “Define ‘minor’.”

I smiled nervously. “We’ll see.”

At the Flat

The building looked unfinished  patches of paint missing, tools scattered around like careless reminders.

A lift that groaned suspiciously.

Revansh stepped out first, scanning everything carefully.

I walked in confidently, until the manager appeared.

“You must be Aishani Mitra?” he asked, frowning.

“Yes,” I replied.

His face twisted. “Your room there is a small problem.”

My heart dropped. “What kind of small?”

“The plumbing work isn’t done. A few days maybe two or three.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “You said everything was ready!”

“Yes, ready-ready, but not fully ready,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

Revansh folded his arms, eyebrows raised.

“And where am I supposed to stay for those ‘two or three days’?” I demanded, my voice rising.

The manager shrugged again. “Not my problem, ma’am.”

I opened my mouth to argue, words tumbling out.

“This is unfair! You can’t just--”

“Aishani,” Dr.Grumpy said quietly, cutting me off.

I stopped mid-sentence.

He turned to the manager. “Cancel the allotment. We’ll talk once the flat is actually livable.”

The manager blinked, surprised. “Sir, advance--”

“I’ll handle it.”

I stared at him, shocked. “You didn’t have to--”

He cut me off, looking at me with a sly smile.

“Planning to stay here, Miss Quarrel?”

I crossed my arms, frowning. “I was ready to fight. Hmph!”

He smirked. “I noticed.”

I huffed. “You always interrupt my dramatic moments.”

“Someone has to.”

He motioned toward the car. “Get in.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the moon.”

My face lit up immediately. “Really? Then why the car? Shouldn’t we take a rocket?”

He closed his eyes briefly, sighing. “Don’t test my patience.”

I grinned and climbed in.

Back in the Car

“So,” I said, buckling my seatbelt, “temporary kidnapping?”

“Temporary solution,” he corrected, not looking at me.

“Same thing.”

He ignored me, staring ahead.

“You’ll stay at the house for a few more days,” he added. “Until the flat is ready.”

I blinked. “You’re ordering me again.”

“Yes.”

I smiled softly. “You missed that, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

But the silence felt warmer this time. Less tense.

Revansh’s POV

She leaned her head against the window, humming softly like she belonged to a different world, softer world.

Leaving.

Staying.

Coming back.

She didn’t realize how much space she already filled.

Without her, the house would have gone quiet again.

But yes. It's a matter of few days only. Then she will be gone.

I kept my eyes on the road, saying nothing.

Back at the House

Isha was the first to notice us.

“You’re back?” she said, eyes gleaming with drama.

“Flat issue,” I said.

She looked at me, then at him, eyes lighting up. “So… extension?”

I rolled my eyes. “Temporary.”

She smirked. “Temporary things tend to stay.”

I cleared my throat. “Isha.”

She raised her hands innocently. “What? Just stating facts. Coz who knows”

Dadi smiled knowingly from her chair.

“Bhagoban ja ja koren, bhalo’r jonnoi koren,” she murmured.

(God does everything for a reason.)

I pretended not to hear the sudden thud of my heart.

Author’s POV

That night, the house wasn’t quiet.

Footsteps echoed softly.

Laughter floated through the halls.

Doors creaked in familiar ways.

Aishani unpacked her suitcase again  slowly, thoughtfully.

Revansh stood silently in the hallway, listening to the returning chaos.

Maybe it was temporary.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But for now the heartbeat continued.

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Suitcases, goodbyes, and a little unexpected “temporary kidnapping” - classic ReAshi chaos!❤️🧿

Aishani’s heart might be packing up, but the real journey? That’s just beginning. And Dr. Grumpy? Still refusing to admit he cares. (We see you, Sir!) 😏🤭

Sometimes, home isn’t a place it’s the people who make your world messy and magical. 💫

Hang tight, lovies. The ride’s getting bumpy and beautiful. 💌😌

It will get interesting after two-three chapters. You all are gonna love it.

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