02-12-2025, 10:11 PM
## Update 150 A: A Sweet Beginning (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)
Rohan and Sweta Didi were locked in a desperate kiss, oblivious to everything but the relief of their reunion. Sital and I stood in the doorway, genuinely happy for Sweta Didi that she had her love back and that our risky plan had worked. I cleared my throat, shattering the moment.
"Didi," I called out softly. Hearing my voice, Sweta Didi immediately came back to her senses, her eyes flying open, and she quickly pulled away from Rohan.
Rohan stopped kissing too, turning to face us, a mix of embarrassment and elation on his face. Sital and I walked forward and joined them. The four of us stood there awkwardly, looking at each other, but no one spoke. Everyone had a torrent of emotions and questions they wanted to say and ask, but they were all sitting quietly, looking down, processing the rapid events. Finally, Sweta Didi broke the silence, clearing her throat.
"Rohan, you already know Sital," Sweta Didi said, gesturing toward her sister. She then turned to me. "Meet him. This is my brother, Avi. He is the one because of whom we are together again, and he's the one who masterminded this crazy 'accident' play."
"Hi," Rohan said, offering me a handshake.
"Hi," I replied, taking his hand.
Rohan shook his head, a smile touching his lips. "What was the need to do all this drama?" he asked, a hint of genuine confusion remaining. "If you had just told me once you wanted to talk, I would have come immediately."
"By doing all this, Rohan, we—and especially Sweta Didi—got a chance to find out just how deeply you love Didi and how much Didi loves you," I explained. I bowed my head slightly. "And I truly am sorry for troubling you with the terrifying lie."
Rohan dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand. "Because of you, I got Sweta back and learned how much she loves me, too," Rohan said, his voice thick with gratitude. "Thank you, Avi."
"Come on, let's go now," I said, glancing at the windows. "We can't stay here in this abandoned house for long. And we didn't even tell Pooja Bua that we were coming here."
"We'll go," Sital chimed in, stepping forward, "but there should be something sweet for Didi's beautiful new relationship. A tradition."
"Where will we find proper sweets here in the middle of the fields?" I asked, shrugging. I winked at Sweta Didi. "Besides, Sweta Didi and Rohan have already made their mouths sweet enough, haven't they?"
Sweta Didi let out a nervous little laugh, her cheeks immediately blushing bright red at my direct comment.
"Didi has already done her part," Sital said, laughing too. "Let's go eat mangoes from the orchard to make *our* mouths sweet for the happy occasion."
"Okay, I agree to that," I said.
Then the four of us walked out of the house and went to a small mango orchard nearby where we laughed and ate mangoes, enjoying the lightness of the successful reunion. Sweta Didi was radiant, clearly happy that she had Rohan back. I took a moment to call Poonam Didi and told her everything that had happened. Poonam Didi was also overjoyed for Sweta Didi.
After a while, Rohan looked at his watch. "I should really go now," he said. "It's a very long journey back on the bike."
"No, please stay today," Sweta Didi said immediately, grabbing his arm. "You can leave tomorrow morning."
"But where will I stay, Sweta?" Rohan asked, looking around the rural setting.
"At Sweta Didi's house, of course," I interjected, already formulating a new plan.
"What? Are you serious?" Rohan asked, surprised by the audacity.
"Yes," I confirmed. "We'll tell Pooja Bua that you are a serious classmate of Sweta Didi and that you're just a friend visiting."
"But Mammi won't ever agree to that," Sweta Didi said, her face clouding with worry.
"We'll tell Bua that Rohan's bike suddenly broke down and that he has to stay here tonight until it can be repaired," I quickly countered.
"What if Raj or someone sees the bike and realizes it's perfectly fine?" Sweta Didi asked, still nervous.
I couldn't help but grin, proud of my foresight. "I already took the air out of the bike's tire before coming here to the house," I admitted.
Rohan stared at me in disbelief, a slow smile spreading on his face. "You were with me the whole time! When did you manage to do that?" he asked.
"This is my village, Rohan," I said, my smirk widening. "I have my own methods."
"Let's go now," Sital urged, glancing nervously toward the village. "It's getting late, and we didn't even tell Mammi that we were leaving the village house."
"Let's go," I agreed.
We started walking quickly back toward the main house. First, we retrieved Rohan's bike from the college. Then Rohan started wheeling the bike, with its flat tire, toward Sweta Didi's house. On the walk, I pulled Sweta Didi aside. I asked her what exactly had happened in the house after Sital and I had left. Sweta Didi looked at the ground and admitted that they both just kept saying "sorry" to each other over and over, and then they started kissing, unable to stop.
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Rohan and Sweta Didi were locked in a desperate kiss, oblivious to everything but the relief of their reunion. Sital and I stood in the doorway, genuinely happy for Sweta Didi that she had her love back and that our risky plan had worked. I cleared my throat, shattering the moment.
"Didi," I called out softly. Hearing my voice, Sweta Didi immediately came back to her senses, her eyes flying open, and she quickly pulled away from Rohan.
Rohan stopped kissing too, turning to face us, a mix of embarrassment and elation on his face. Sital and I walked forward and joined them. The four of us stood there awkwardly, looking at each other, but no one spoke. Everyone had a torrent of emotions and questions they wanted to say and ask, but they were all sitting quietly, looking down, processing the rapid events. Finally, Sweta Didi broke the silence, clearing her throat.
"Rohan, you already know Sital," Sweta Didi said, gesturing toward her sister. She then turned to me. "Meet him. This is my brother, Avi. He is the one because of whom we are together again, and he's the one who masterminded this crazy 'accident' play."
"Hi," Rohan said, offering me a handshake.
"Hi," I replied, taking his hand.
Rohan shook his head, a smile touching his lips. "What was the need to do all this drama?" he asked, a hint of genuine confusion remaining. "If you had just told me once you wanted to talk, I would have come immediately."
"By doing all this, Rohan, we—and especially Sweta Didi—got a chance to find out just how deeply you love Didi and how much Didi loves you," I explained. I bowed my head slightly. "And I truly am sorry for troubling you with the terrifying lie."
Rohan dismissed the apology with a wave of his hand. "Because of you, I got Sweta back and learned how much she loves me, too," Rohan said, his voice thick with gratitude. "Thank you, Avi."
"Come on, let's go now," I said, glancing at the windows. "We can't stay here in this abandoned house for long. And we didn't even tell Pooja Bua that we were coming here."
"We'll go," Sital chimed in, stepping forward, "but there should be something sweet for Didi's beautiful new relationship. A tradition."
"Where will we find proper sweets here in the middle of the fields?" I asked, shrugging. I winked at Sweta Didi. "Besides, Sweta Didi and Rohan have already made their mouths sweet enough, haven't they?"
Sweta Didi let out a nervous little laugh, her cheeks immediately blushing bright red at my direct comment.
"Didi has already done her part," Sital said, laughing too. "Let's go eat mangoes from the orchard to make *our* mouths sweet for the happy occasion."
"Okay, I agree to that," I said.
Then the four of us walked out of the house and went to a small mango orchard nearby where we laughed and ate mangoes, enjoying the lightness of the successful reunion. Sweta Didi was radiant, clearly happy that she had Rohan back. I took a moment to call Poonam Didi and told her everything that had happened. Poonam Didi was also overjoyed for Sweta Didi.
After a while, Rohan looked at his watch. "I should really go now," he said. "It's a very long journey back on the bike."
"No, please stay today," Sweta Didi said immediately, grabbing his arm. "You can leave tomorrow morning."
"But where will I stay, Sweta?" Rohan asked, looking around the rural setting.
"At Sweta Didi's house, of course," I interjected, already formulating a new plan.
"What? Are you serious?" Rohan asked, surprised by the audacity.
"Yes," I confirmed. "We'll tell Pooja Bua that you are a serious classmate of Sweta Didi and that you're just a friend visiting."
"But Mammi won't ever agree to that," Sweta Didi said, her face clouding with worry.
"We'll tell Bua that Rohan's bike suddenly broke down and that he has to stay here tonight until it can be repaired," I quickly countered.
"What if Raj or someone sees the bike and realizes it's perfectly fine?" Sweta Didi asked, still nervous.
I couldn't help but grin, proud of my foresight. "I already took the air out of the bike's tire before coming here to the house," I admitted.
Rohan stared at me in disbelief, a slow smile spreading on his face. "You were with me the whole time! When did you manage to do that?" he asked.
"This is my village, Rohan," I said, my smirk widening. "I have my own methods."
"Let's go now," Sital urged, glancing nervously toward the village. "It's getting late, and we didn't even tell Mammi that we were leaving the village house."
"Let's go," I agreed.
We started walking quickly back toward the main house. First, we retrieved Rohan's bike from the college. Then Rohan started wheeling the bike, with its flat tire, toward Sweta Didi's house. On the walk, I pulled Sweta Didi aside. I asked her what exactly had happened in the house after Sital and I had left. Sweta Didi looked at the ground and admitted that they both just kept saying "sorry" to each other over and over, and then they started kissing, unable to stop.
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