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...
The school gate bustled with activity as Kavya stood waiting for Saumya, who came running toward her with a grin that could brighten the dullest day.
“Mumma, you know…” Saumya began excitedly, but before she could finish, a familiar voice interrupted them.
“Hi, Bulbul!”
Kavya and Saumya turned to see Rita walking toward them with her son, Rishab, in tow. Rishab, clutching a bar of chocolate, stepped forward and extended it toward Saumya.
Saumya, however, crossed her arms and turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge the gesture. Rishab’s face fell, and he pouted, looking helplessly at his mother.
“Beta, abhi bhi gussa ho?” Rita said softly to Saumya before turning to Kavya. “Maine isse already punishment de di hai uss baat ke liye. He won’t repeat the mistake, I promise.”
Kavya blinked in confusion. “Kya? What are you talking about?”
Rita looked surprised. “Arre, aapko nahi pata? A few weeks ago, Rishab said some bad things about Bulbul, and she… uh… handled it her way.”
Kavya frowned, glancing at Saumya, who now looked anywhere but at her mother. “What do you mean, ‘handled it’?” Kavya asked, her voice edged with concern.
Rita chuckled awkwardly, “Bas, usne Rishab ko thoda sa beat kiya tha. Lekin matter toh solve ho gaya, na. Bulbul ke papa ne sab settle kar diya.”
Kavya’s breath hitched, and her eyes widened in shock. “K-kya? K…kon?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Saumya’s eyes mirrored her mother’s panic, and she immediately facepalmed herself.
Rita, oblivious to Kavya’s reaction, continued casually, “Haan, Bulbul ke papa. Wohi toh aaye the uss din school mein, jab principal ke saamne baat clear ki gayi thi.”
Sweat began to form on Kavya’s forehead. Her hands gripped Saumya’s shoulders tightly as if to anchor herself. Her mind raced as she tried to process Rita’s words.
“Accha, lagta hai mere husband mujhe bula rahe hain,” Rita said, sensing the tension but choosing to ignore it. She smiled politely. “I should leave. Bye, Kavya. Bye, Bulbul.”
She turned to her daughter, trying to keep her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
"Y... you went home with... your... papa?" Kavya asked, her words barely coming out as a whisper.
