hi, my little cho cho pies here the chapter 3 of pehla pehla pyaar haiii i don't waste your time so happy reading.
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Kiara leaned back in her chair, the taste of strawberry lollipop lingering on her tongue as she stared at the documents on her desk. Normally, she would have been furious after the argument with Rajveer earlier that day, but sucking on a lollipop always helped calm her nerves. It was her little habit—one she never let go of, no matter how ridiculous it seemed.
As she twirled the lollipop between her fingers, her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a familiar name.
Shefali.
Kiara's brows shot up in surprise. Shefali rarely called out of the blue. They talked often, but if Shefali had been quiet for a few days, it usually meant she was drowning in work. A small smile tugged at Kiara's lips as she swiped to answer.
"Shef!" Kiara exclaimed, her voice an exaggerated mix of excitement and mock disappointment. "Finally remembered I exist, huh? I was beginning to think you found a new best friend in London."
Shefali's laughter rang through the speaker, warm and teasing. "No one can replace you my KIWI. But guess what?"
Kiara frowned slightly. "What? happened now .. is it NEW CRUSH!! "
"no Kiwi ..I'm coming to India!"
For a moment, Kiara's brain refused to register the words. Her grip on the lollipop stick tightened as she sat up straight in her chair, eyes widening.
"W.w.wait—what?!" she practically shouted, earning a few curious looks from her colleagues outside the glass walls of her cabin. She ignored them. "Are you serious? cause I am not in mood of joking"
Shefali's voice was brimming with excitement. "Yes! I got a case in Mumbai, so I'll be there next week."
A wide grin spread across Kiara's face. "This is insane! We have so much to do! We have to visit all our childhood spots—our favorite street food stalls, the beach, the bookstore—everything!"
Shefali chuckled. "That's exactly what I was thinking. Do you remember how we used to sneak out for pani puris after school?"
Kiara's heart swelled with nostalgia. "How could I forget? You were the worst at sneaking around, though. Every single time, your mother caught us."
Shefali laugh faded in a second and say "stepmother"
Shefali muttered, her voice turning bitter. "The woman who sent me away because she never wanted me around."
Kiara pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. This wasn't the first time Shefali had spoken about her stepmother with resentment, and it wouldn't be the last.
"She never treated me like family," Shefali continued. "She wanted me out of her life, and she got what she wanted. She sent me away to a foreign country at fifteen—who does that to a kid?"
Kiara had always suspected there was more to the story than Shefali believed. The way she had been sent away so suddenly, the urgency in her stepmother's decision—it had never quite added up if it was just about dislike.
"Well," Kiara said carefully, "at least now you're coming back on your own terms."
"Yes," Shefali agreed, though there was a sharp edge to her voice. "And this time, I'm not letting her control anything. She may have sent me away once, but she can't push me out of my own home again."
Kiara smile into her voice and said, "You're right. And I'll be right there with you."
Shefali exhaled softly, the tension in her voice easing just a little. "I know, Kiwi. You always are."
As the call ended, Kiara leaned back in her chair once more, popping the lollipop back into her mouth. But this time, her thoughts were heavier.
Shefali was coming back.
And soon, she would come face to face with the past she had been running from.
She exhaled heavily, leaning back in her chair, her thoughts still clouded with Shefali's call. Shefali was coming back after years, still holding onto anger, still hating the woman who had sent her away.
Just as her mind began spiraling deeper into the past, a knock at the door pulled her back. She straightened, masking her emotions as a nurse peeked in.
"Dr. Kiara, HR wants to speak with you regarding the new doctor," the nurse informed her.
Kiara sighed, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth with an audible pop. "Now?"
The nurse nodded.
"Going," Kiara muttered, pushing herself up from the chair. Another thing to deal with.
With quick strides, she made her way down the corridor, her white coat swaying slightly as she moved. The hospital was as busy as ever—nurses rushing between rooms, patients waiting in the lobby, and the faint beeping of monitors echoing in the background.
When she reached the HR office, she stepped inside without knocking. "You called me?"
Sitting behind the desk was the head of HR, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and an air of authority. But Kiara's gaze immediately flickered to the man standing beside her.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Dressed sharply in a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong forearms. His neatly styled hair and sharp jawline made him look less like a doctor and more like someone who had just walked off the cover of a magazine. But it wasn't just his looks that made Kiara pause—it was the way he stood, so self-assured, so annoyingly confident, as if he already owned the place.
HR gestured between them. "Dr. Kiara Malhotra, meet Dr. Kabir Chohan. He's our newest addition to the cardiology department."
Kiara arched a brow, crossing her arms. "And?"
The HR head smiled. "And since you're our senior cardiologist—ranked among the top two—I'd like you to keep an eye on him. Make sure he gets familiar with our protocols and the way things work here."
Kiara's lips parted slightly, then closed again. She let out a slow breath before turning to Kabir, giving him a once-over.
"You're new?" she asked, her tone neutral.
Kabir smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "That's what they tell me."
Kiara's eye twitched. Great. Another one of those guys.
The HR head continued, "Dr. Chohan comes highly recommended, and he's also my relative. So, Dr. Kiara, I trust you'll take good care of him?"
Kiara forced a polite smile. "Of course."
"Welcome to the hospital, Dr. Chohan," she said smoothly, but her sharp gaze
Kabir simply chuckled, unfazed. "Looking forward to working with you, Dr. Malhotra."
Kiara walked briskly through the hospital corridors, her white coat swaying as she led the way. Kabir Chohan followed beside her, effortlessly keeping up, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
"So, Dr. Chopra, is it always this intense around here?" he asked, glancing around at the fast-paced movement of nurses and doctors.
"It's a hospital," Kiara responded dryly, not bothering to look at him. "It's not supposed to be a vacation resort."
Kabir smirked at her clipped tone. "Fair enough. But you could at least pretend to be happy about having me as your new colleague."
Kiara rolled her eyes, ignoring him as she continued walking.
He wasn't the first new doctor she had to mentor, but something about Kabir already irritated her. Maybe it was his smug confidence, or the way he acted like they were already friends. Or maybe it was just the fact that HR had asked her to babysit him.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm.
"Long enough," she muttered.
"Right. That's specific."
She sighed, finally sparing him a glance. "3 years."
Kabir let out an impressed whistle. "That's a long time. No wonder you walk around like you own the place."
"I don't," she replied. "I just take my job seriously."
Kabir chuckled. "And I don't?"
"I wouldn't know," she shot back. "You've been here for what? Ten minutes?"
Kabir laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, fair enough. I'll prove myself."
Kiara didn't respond. She wasn't interested in his charm or his promises. She just wanted to introduce him to the team and be done with it.
As they turned a corner, Kabir suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the best place for pani puri in Mumbai?"
Kiara froze mid-step, her eyes snapping to him. "What?"
Kabir grinned. "Pani puri. I love it. And since I'm new here, I need someone to take me to the best stall in town."
Kiara narrowed her eyes. "Why would I take you?"
"Because you also love pani puri," he said smoothly.
Kiara raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you know that?"
Kabir shrugged. "Lucky guess. But judging by your reaction, I was right."
Kiara exhaled sharply, shaking her head. Then, without missing a beat, she smirked slightly and said, "Neki aur puch puch."
Kabir blinked, then his grin widened. "So, that's a yes?"
She turned away, continuing to walk. "Figure it out yourself, Dr. Chohan."
Kabir chuckled, following after her. "Oh, Dr. Malhotra, I am going to enjoy working with you."
Kiara didn't respond, but she already knew—this man was going to be a friendly.
As Kiara pushed open the door to the cardiology department, the usual buzz of activity filled the room—monitors beeping, doctors discussing cases, and nurses moving swiftly from one patient to another. Her team, a mix of experienced professionals and eager young doctors, looked up as she stepped in, Kabir following closely behind.
The moment he entered, a loud squeal broke through the room.
"Oh my God! He looks like a fictional man!"
Kiara exhaled sharply, already regretting bringing him here.
Kabir, ever the charmer, flashed a grin at the source of the excitement—a young intern who was now blushing furiously. "That's a first," he said with an easy chuckle. "I'll take it as a compliment."
Kiara rolled her eyes but decided to ignore the unnecessary drama. She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up. This is Dr. Kabir Chohan. He's new to our team, and HR has asked us to make sure he settles in properly. So let's be professional and get back to work."
A few nods and murmurs of acknowledgment followed, but one of the senior doctors, Dr. Aman, smirked. "Work is almost done for the day. How about we celebrate? A little get-together for our new member?"
Kiara, who was about to agree, barely opened her mouth before Kabir casually leaned in and announced, "I'm actually going out with Kiara for pani puri."
The room went silent.
Kiara's head snapped toward him, eyes widening in disbelief. "Excuse me?"
Kabir turned to her with a smug smile. "You did say 'neki aur puch puch' right? So technically, you agreed."
A few hushed giggles spread through the team, and the intern who had squealed earlier practically looked ready to faint from excitement.
Dr. Aman wiggled his eyebrows. "Kiara and fun? That's new."
"Shut up," Kiara muttered, glaring at Kabir. "I didn't agree to anything."
"Too late," Kabir said smoothly. "I've already told everyone. You wouldn't want to disappoint them, would you?"
Kiara inhaled sharply, suppressing the urge to throw something at his perfectly smug face. This man is going to be the death of me
Just as Kiara was about to argue, the same overly enthusiastic intern gasped dramatically.
"Dr. Kiara got a boyfriend?"
The entire room went silent again, heads snapping toward her. Kiara's jaw tightened, and she opened her mouth to shut it down, but before she could get a word in, Kabir grabbed her wrist and smoothly led her out of the room.
"Alright, time to go," he said casually, completely ignoring her glare.
"Excuse me—what the hell do you think you're doing?" Kiara hissed, trying to shake off his grip as they stepped out into the corridor.
"You did promise pani puri, and I'm holding you to it," Kabir said with a grin. "Come on, Dr. Kiara, you don't break promises, do you?"
Kiara narrowed her eyes, ready to give him a piece of her mind—until the words pani puri actually registered.
For a moment, she forgot her irritation, her heart skipping at the thought of crispy, spicy, tangy perfection.
Before she knew it, she was grabbing his hand this time, pulling him toward the hospital exit.
Kabir laughed, clearly amused by the sudden switch in energy. "Woah, I thought you were mad at me?"
"Pani puri first, murder later," Kiara muttered as she led him to the street stall just outside the hospital.
Meanwhile...
Rajveer stepped out of the hospital, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to Reyansh.
"Yeah, I'll be home in ten—"
His words died on his tongue as his eyes landed on her.
The girl who had slapped him.
The girl who had the audacity to leave without a second thought.
His fists clenched at his sides, but before he could react, he felt a warm hand on his arm.
"Dadi?" He turned to see his grandmother smiling up at him, completely unaware of the silent war raging in his head.
"Beta, let's go home."
Rajveer exhaled sharply, shoving down the urge to confront Kiara. Instead, he silently opened the car door for his grandmother, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he drove off—leaving behind the chaos he knew was far from.
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Naira's breath hitched as she stared at him, momentarily forgetting how to function. His deep brown eyes were soft yet intense, like warm melted chocolate that could drown a person if they weren't careful. They held something unexplainable—kindness, curiosity, and something that made her heart stutter in ways it never had before.
Her gaze traveled to his tousled hair, the way it casually fell over his forehead like it had been kissed by the wind. The faint glow of sunlight coming through the hallway windows highlighted the sharp angles of his jaw, his slightly parted lips, his every feature that seemed too perfect to belong to reality.
Why... why is he so cute? Naira thought, her mind spiraling into chaos. Why are his eyes so pretty? Why does he look like he walked out of a dream?
Her heart was hammering so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She wanted to say something—anything—but her voice refused to cooperate. Her throat felt dry, her brain was blank, and all she could do was stare like an absolute fool.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, his brows furrowing slightly as he crouched down to her level. His voice was so soothing, like a melody she suddenly wanted to listen to forever.
Naira tried to answer, tried to tell him she was fine, but the words tangled on her tongue. She had never felt like this before. It was as if the entire world had blurred into the background, leaving only him in focus.
His hand was still extended toward her, waiting. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his warm palm. A spark shot through her, an unfamiliar yet electrifying feeling that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her heart skipped another beat.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She had just told Mishti she would never fall in love, not even in seven lives. And yet, here she was, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, completely speechless, utterly captivated, and absolutely, hopelessly falling.
Naira's fingers barely brushed against his warm palm when she snapped back to reality. Her heart was still racing, her mind spinning with thoughts she didn't even understand. The boy was looking at her, waiting for her to take his hand, his brows slightly furrowed in concern.
But instead of accepting his help, Naira panicked.
She shot up to her feet so fast that she almost lost her balance again. Without thinking, without even looking at him properly, she turned on her heel and ran.
Her shoes thudded against the stairs as she rushed back up, her breaths uneven, her cheeks burning. She didn't stop. She didn't dare to look back. She didn't even remember why she had come downstairs in the first place.
The only thing she knew was that her heart was acting completely out of control.
As she burst into her classroom, Mishti looked at her in confusion. "What happened? Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?"
Before Naira could answer, the teacher's voice rang through the room. "Where's the chalk, Naira?"
Naira froze. The chalk. The reason I even went downstairs in the first place! But instead of answering, the words that left her lips shocked even herself.
"Who is he?" she murmured, almost in a trance.
The entire classroom was staring at Naira, confusion written on their faces. Mishti nudged her.
"Naira, what are you saying? Who is he?"
That's when it hit her.
The teacher hadn't asked about him. The teacher had asked about the chalk.
Her eyes widened in realization, and she quickly scrambled for an answer. Her heart was still racing, her mind still clouded with him, but she forced herself to focus.
"I... I didn't find it," she blurted out, her voice slightly shaky.
A complete lie.
The teacher sighed in frustration. "You went all the way downstairs and didn't find a single piece of chalk?"
Naira quickly nodded, trying to act normal. "Uh... yes. I looked, but it wasn't there," she said, avoiding eye contact.
She could feel Mishti suspicious gaze burning into her.
As the teacher sighed and sent someone else to fetch the chalk, Naira slumped back in her seat, letting out a quiet breath. She wasn't sure if she had successfully fooled anyone, but right now, that didn't matter.
Because even as she sat in her classroom, surrounded by her friends, her teacher, and the sound of a lesson continuing...Her mind was still downstairs.
Still stuck in that moment.
still thinking about him
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, the teacher walked out, and the students started chatting and packing up their things. But Naira just sat there, staring blankly at her desk, lost in a whirlwind of emotions she didn't understand.
Mishti, who had been watching her closely, finally had enough. She grabbed Naira's arm, pulling her closer. "Alright, spill it. What happened downstairs? And don't you dare lie to me."
Naira blinked, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but the words felt stuck.
Mishti's eyes narrowed. "You were acting so weird. First, you come running back without the chalk, then you start muttering about who is he, and now you look like your soul left your body. Naira, talk to me!"
Taking a deep breath, Naira finally whispered, "I don't believe in love at first sight."
Arushi frowned. "Uh... okay? I know that. You literally say it all the time."
"But... but..." Naira swallowed, gripping the edge of her desk as if holding on for dear life. "I thought it was just a myth, a distraction from the world... something people only say in movies or books. But then... I saw him."
Mishti's eyes widened. "Wait—him? The reason you ran back up like a lunatic?!"
Naira nodded slowly, her heartbeat quickening just from thinking about him. "His eyes, Mishti... the moment I looked into them, everything changed. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I couldn't even say a word." She pressed her hand against her chest, as if trying to steady her racing heart. "I don't know how to explain it, but it felt like... like some invisible thread from his heart was pulling me toward him."
Mishti gasped dramatically. "Oh. My. God."
Naira groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This cannot be happening. I don't even know him! I don't even know his name! And yet..." she trailed off, exhaling shakily. "I can't stop thinking about him."
Mishti leaned in closer, excitement sparkling in her eyes. "Girl... I think you just fell in love."
Naira took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. But no matter how hard she
tried, she couldn't shake the feeling—the memory of him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to clear her mind. But instead of darkness, she saw him. His warm brown eyes, the way his hair fell perfectly over his forehead, the soft concern in his voice when he asked if she was okay.
She opened her eyes abruptly, her breath hitching. "Why... why do I see him when I close my eyes? Why not just black?" she whispered, almost to herself.
Mishti's smirk grew even wider. "Oh, you're so gone for him."
Naira felt her cheeks heat up. She looked away, playing with the hem of her sleeve. "I... I need to find out who he is," she admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mishti let out an excited squeal. "Now this is getting interesting! Operation Find Mysterious Boy is officially on!"
Naira buried her face in her hands. What am I getting myself into?
Mishti grabbed Naira's wrist, practically dragging her down the empty corridor. "If he's that popular, his name will be in the school magazine!" she whispered excitedly.
Naira hesitated. "But we can't just—"
"Shh!" Mishti put a finger to her lips, and say "The storage room."
"I can't believe I'm saying yes to this," Naira muttered under her breath, sitting on the last bench.
Mishti grinned. "I know, right? The great Naira, breaking the rules for the first time!"
Naira shot her a glare. "We're not breaking the rules. We're... investigating."
Mishti snorted. "Sure, detective. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Naira shook her head, but her resolve was firm. She needed to find out his name. The boy who had unknowingly turned her world upside down.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, but the two girls had other plans.
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, they slipped out of the classroom and made their way down stairs toward the storeroom.
The guard outside was fast asleep, his head tilted against the wall, light snores filling the air.
Mishti nudged Naira. "See? The universe wants us to succeed."
Naira rolled her eyes but followed her inside.
The storeroom was dimly lit, filled with shelves stacked with old files, exam sheets, and piles of school magazines.
"Start looking," Mishti whispered, already flipping through a pile.
Naira spotted a stack of magazines on the top shelf. "Up there," she pointed.
The only way to reach it was the unsteady old stool in the corner.
Mishti climbed up first, balancing herself before reaching for a few magazines. "Check if his picture is inside."
Naira hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the second stool beside her. The wood creaked slightly under her weight.
She stood on her toes, stretching to grab the latest edition. Just as her fingers brushed against the cover, a voice cut through the air.
"Are you both bunking class?"
The deep, firm voice made Naira's heart stop.
Not because they were caught.
But because—
It was him.
The boy.
She turned her head slightly, and there he was—Vihaan Malhotra.
Standing near the doorway, watching them. His uniform was crisp, his expression unreadable, but his piercing gaze locked onto her.
Naira's pulse thundered.
Her mind screamed at her to look away, to move, to do something—but she couldn't.
Her toes slipped.
Before she could even process what was happening, she lost balance—her body tilting backward.
A gasp escaped her lips.
And then—strong arms caught her.
She wasn't on the floor.
She was in his arms.
Bridal style.
Naira's breath hitched as her eyes met his. Close. Too close.
His hold on her was firm, steady—like he had no intention of letting her fall.
Her heart raced wildly, pounding against her ribcage.
She could feel his warmth. His presence.
She couldn't look away.
Neither did he.
Then—
"NAIRA!!, RUN! HE'S THE HEAD BOY!"
Mishti's panicked scream shattered the moment.
Naira's eyes widened.
Vihaan's hold loosened just enough for her to scramble out of his arms.
Arushi grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the door.
"what" Vihaan's voice was sharp behind them, but they didn't stop.
They ran.
Their footsteps echoed in the empty hallways as they rushed up the stairs, hearts pounding.
Past the second floor. Third. Fourth.
Finally, they shoved open the top-floor bathroom door and locked it behind them.
Mishti pressed her back against the wall, panting. "Okay... okay... we're safe now."
Naira clutched her chest, trying to steady her breathing. But she wasn't safe.
Not really.
Because she could still feel him.
His arms.
His gaze.
And no matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him.
Naira pressed her back against the cold bathroom wall, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was still racing—not from running, but from him.
Mishti, panting beside her, suddenly froze.
Her eyes widened as realization struck.
"I— I just said your name," she whispered, horror creeping into her voice.
Naira blinked. "What?"
Mishti grabbed her shoulders. "I said your name, Naira. Out loud. In front of him. The head boy."
Naira's lips parted slightly, but she wasn't really listening.
Her face was warm. Her chest felt weird. Her mind was stuck on one thing.
Him.
Vihaan.
His arms around her. His steady gaze. The way his voice had sent a shiver down her spine.
Mishti squinted at her. "Why are you—" She suddenly gasped. "NAIRA, WHY IS YOUR FACE RED?"
Naira's eyes widened. "W-What?"
"YOU'RE BLUSHING!" Mishti pointed at her face dramatically. "OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING?!"
Naira's hands flew to her cheeks. "I—I'm not!"
Mishti narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Then explain why your face looks like a tomato."
Naira opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked away.
One single word escaped her lips.
"Him."
Mishti pinched her arm. "HIM?! GIRL, WHY 'HIM'?! WHY ARE YOU TURNING INTO A LOVE-SICK DRAMA QUEEN?!"
Naira flinched. "Ow! Stop it!"
"Not until you tell me why you're acting like you just fell in love!"
Naira hesitated. Her fingers clenched into fists as she whispered, "Mishti... he's the same boy from the staircase."
Mishti's jaw dropped.
"THE SAME GUY?!" she shrieked.
Naira nodded slowly.
A slow, wicked grin spread across Mishti's face.
"Naira. NAIRA. You fell for the head boy," she giggled. "You fell for Vihaan Malhotra!!"
Naira's eyes widened. "Vihaan... Malhotra?"
Mishti burst out laughing. "The same Vihaan who never breaks rules, the one the entire school is in love with—yeah, him!"
Naira froze.
Vihaan Malhotra.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The name felt dangerous. The name felt forbidden.
The name felt... perfect.
But before Naira could even process it, Mishti suddenly screamed again.
"WAIT. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" She shook Naira by the shoulders.
Naira blinked, startled. "W-What now?"
Mishti's eyes were wild. "HE KNOWS YOUR NAME! DUMBO!"
Naira's heart stopped.
Oh.
Oh.
Vihaan knows my name.
Mishti panicked. "SHIT, WE'RE DEAD. HE KNOWS YOUR NAME. VIHAAN KNOWS YOUR NAME. WE'RE SOOOO BUSTED!"
But Naira?
Naira wasn't listening.
She was just standing there, blushing like an idiot.
Her fingers brushed against her lips, a small, dreamy smile appearing.
"He knows my name..." she whispered softly.
Mishti stared at her.
Then—
"HE KNOWS YOUR NAME, AND YOU'RE SMILING LIKE YOU GOT EXTRA GIFT IN KINDERJOY, FOOL?!"
Naira just giggled.
Because, honestly?
Nothing else mattered.
Because Vihaan Malhotra knew her name.
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