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Hello Pretty People~ 
I am back with the new chapter
Today I am happy because I finally started gym and now my body is crying in pain but I am still happy that I started something new.
I hope you all are also happy and healthy and living a very peaceful life.

Vikram's PoV

After dropping Tara off, we head straight to Rohan's house. His place has always felt like a second home—warm, familiar, and comforting. As soon as I walk in, I'm greeted by Janki Aunty. She smiles at me, her kindness always shining through. "Vikram beta, how are you? Have you eaten?"

"I'm good, Aunty. And yes, I had something earlier," I lie, knowing she won't believe me.

She fusses over me anyway, insisting I join them for dinner. Rohan's been taking care of her since his father passed away in that accident, and I've always admired how he's stepped into that role. It's not easy, but Rohan handles it with grace, even though I know it's a lot for him.

We sit down for dinner, and as always, Janki Aunty makes sure our plates are full. The food tastes like home, and I find myself relaxing in their company. After dinner, we head upstairs to Rohan's room. He crashes on his bed, while I set up on the sofa cum bed across from him.

As the room settles into a comfortable silence, Rohan breaks it. "What happened today with Tara and those reporters... that was intense. I didn't expect her to say all that."

"Yeah," I reply, my mind replaying Tara's words over and over. "She was really brave."

Rohan shifts under the covers. "I'm just glad we were there for her. She needed us, you know? I never realized how much stuff she's been holding in."

"Yeah," I agree, though my thoughts are already drifting elsewhere.

Rohan falls asleep soon after, his breathing steady. But I can't seem to quiet my mind. I lie there in the dim room, thinking about everything that's happened—Tara's strength, her vulnerability, the way she's been able to lean on us, on me. It makes me wonder if I've been holding myself back all this time, refusing to let anyone in, when maybe... I don't have to.

Tara showed me something today. It's okay to depend on people. She's been through so much, but she's still standing because she has others to lean on. Maybe I don't have to carry everything alone either.

The thought lingers as I finally drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I head home. The house is alive with its usual morning energy—dad and chachu getting ready for the office, their voices mixing with the clatter of cups in the living room. My grandparents are sitting together, their routine as steady as ever. They're sipping tea, talking softly, and the way they look at each other still has that spark. Even after all these years, the love between them hasn't faded.

As I step inside, dadi catches sight of me first. Her face lights up with a warm smile, the kind that always makes me feel like a little kid coming home after a long day. "Arre, Vikram, beta! How was your night at Rohan's?" she asks, her voice full of affection.

Normally, I would have just mumbled a quick "fine" and headed straight to my room. But today, something shifts. I return her smile, feeling braver than usual, and say, "It was good, dadi. We had a nice dinner. We talked about college stuff."

The room goes silent for a moment. I can feel all eyes on me—dad, chachu, even dadaji. They're not used to me being this... open. Warm. And honestly, I'm not used to it either. But it feels good. Maybe because I'm starting to realize it's okay to let people in, just like Tara showed me.

I look around the room, feeling more connected to them than I have in a while. "Where's mom?" I ask, my voice softer than usual.

"She's in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready," dad replies, a little surprised but smiling nonetheless.