The Delhi air buzzed with possibility as Alisha, Neha, and Khushi stepped off the plane, their arrival a spectacle of confidence and charm. At the airport, Vivan's familiar grin greeted them, igniting a surge of joy. Alisha and Neha rushed forward, enveloping him in warm hugs, their laughter echoing. Khushi hung back, her happiness veiled behind a stoic facade, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of delight. Their reunion carried them to their shared apartment, a luxurious haven in Delhi's elite circles, bought with their collective dreams. It was their sanctuary, a fortress of love and loyalty.As Alisha and Neha slipped away to freshen up, Khushi and Vivan found themselves alone in the living room. The air thickened, charged with unspoken longing. Their eyes locked, and in a heartbeat, they collided in a passionate kiss, lips moving with fervent need. Khushi, lost in the moment, returned his ardor, her hands clinging to him as if the world could wait. They were a storm of desire—until a clatter broke the spell.Khushi snapped back to reality, pushing away from Vivan, though his grip held her close. Her gaze darted to the sound: Alisha, crouching to pick up a fallen hanger. Alisha straightened, her brow arching as she caught them standing inches apart. "What's with the cozy vibe?" she teased, her tone playful but her eyes sharp.Khushi flushed, stepping back, embarrassment burning her cheeks. Vivan, ever quick, smirked. "Something got stuck in her hair. Just helping out."Alisha's stare lingered, unreadable, her silence louder than words. Neha emerged from the other room, sensing the awkward air. "What's going on?"Khushi repeated Vivan's excuse, her voice too quick. Neha sauntered over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hair, huh?" She turned to Vivan. "So, was it her hair—or her lips?"Khushi's face turned crimson. "Sana, stop it!" she snapped, using Neha's old nickname in her fluster. "I'm going to freshen up. You guys talk." She fled, leaving Alisha and Neha to exchange knowing glances.Vivan cleared his throat. "Gotta hit the washroom," he muttered, escaping to the other room.Alone, Alisha and Neha burst into laughter, their giggles filling the apartment. They knew something was brewing between Khushi and Vivan—Vivan had confessed his feelings for Khushi to them, though Khushi remained tight-lipped. For now, they let her keep her secrets, content to watch the sparks fly.
To understand the web binding these friends, let's step back to Vivan. More than Alisha's best friend, he was her mentor, her guru, a figure she revered with unshakable respect. Only four years her senior, Vivan had transformed her life, teaching her martial arts—karate, taekwondo, judo, the works. He was the architect of her strength, instilling confidence and courage where fear once ruled.Alisha hadn't always been the fierce woman she was now. As a child, she was fragile, plagued by overthinking, depression, and anxiety, her spirit crushed by a toxic family. Love was a stranger in her home, leaving her with childhood trauma that trapped her in a cycle of doubt and procrastination. She'd spend hours lost in her phone, joy elusive, her dreams deferred by her own fears.Vivan changed everything. He saw the warrior beneath her scars and molded her into the Alisha she'd dreamed of becoming—bold, unstoppable. In the Black Squad, she found Neha and Khushi, whose friendship became her lifeline. Their love healed her, forging a bond stronger than blood. To Alisha, they were family, the only ones she trusted completely. Vivan, stoic and expressionless to the world, reserved his care for this trio—Alisha, Neha, Khushi. He spoke little, his words precise, but his actions screamed loyalty.
The apartment hummed with warmth as Alisha, Neha, Khushi, and Vivan sat around the dining table, savoring a meal they'd ordered. Vivan glanced at his watch, frowning. "Where's Varun? He said he'd be here by now."As if on cue, the door flew open with a bang, startling the three women. Varun stood in the doorway, his eyes locking on Alisha. "My dearest Ishu, you're finally here!" he bellowed, his grin infectious.Alisha sprang up, hugging him tightly before pulling back to swat his shoulder. "You idiot! Who slams a door like that? You nearly stopped my heart!"Varun chuckled, rubbing his arm. "Sorry, I was rushing. Got caught up in the moment." He turned to Neha, enveloping her in a bear hug, then Khushi. Vivan raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be here at ten?""Yeah, why didn't you pick us up at the airport?" Alisha added, crossing her arms.Varun sighed dramatically. "My bad. I was about to leave when my granddad cornered me. You know his spiel—'Get married, settle down!' Two hours of lectures, and I was stuck."Neha smirked. "So why not just get married?"Alisha jumped in, grinning. "Because then he'd have to ditch his playboy career, right?" Laughter erupted, the room alive with their banter.Varun feigned outrage. "Enough! I'm single because I haven't found my type. Every girl I meet is after my money or my face—and let's be real, I'm gorgeous."Alisha rolled her eyes. "Only in your dreams, buddy. You're not that hot.""Oh, you're just jealous," Varun shot back, winking.Khushi cut in, her tone firm. "Enough, you two. Food's getting cold. Eat." Chastised, Alisha and Varun sat, diving into their meal with gusto—food was their shared love language.
Varun, like Alisha, was a Black Squad trainee, honed in martial arts alongside their crew. To outsiders, he was a charming playboy, but his heart told a different story. Despite his flirtatious aura, he'd never crossed a line with any girl, saving himself for true love. Only his family and friends—Alisha, Neha, Khushi, Vivan—knew this truth.To avoid confusion, let's map out Alisha's circle: Alisha, Vivan, Neha, Khushi, Varun, Yug, and Abhay. Their bond began in the Black Squad, where Alisha first met Vivan, her martial arts mentor. Neha and Khushi followed, their friendship blooming into an unbreakable trio. Varun, Vivan's cousin (son of Vivan's father's sister), was like a brother to him. Yug and Abhay, Alisha's actual brothers, completed the group. Varun and Yug, both jovial and quick to laugh, were best friends, while Vivan and Abhay, stoic and reserved, shared a quieter bond. In the Black Squad, this crew became a family, willing to sacrifice anything for each other—especially for Alisha, their heart.Their loyalty transcended blood, a pact forged in shared struggles and unwavering love. This glimpse into their past sets the stage, ensuring their roles shine without cluttering the tale.