Chapter 11

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I’m back with another chapter… but this one is a little different 👀

Here is Chapter 11 of Forbidden Love – Devotion of Innocent Hearts

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Author’s POV

Yesterday-

It was night.

The world outside had gone quiet.

Soft breeze was coming through the window, moving the curtains slowly.

Inside her room—

Kashvi was sitting on her bed, her diary in her hands.

The same diary—

Where she writes everything she feels.

Everything she hides.

She opened it slowly…

And started reading what she wrote before.....

Kashvi’s POV

“Pehli baar unhe dekha tha…

Woh humari zindagi me kuch iss tarah roshni banke aaye…

Jaha pehle sirf andhera hi andhera tha…”

Sirf ek jhalak dekhi thi unki…

Pehle laga bas aise hi… bewajah… yun hi soch rahi hoon.

Lekin dheere dheere—

Woh ek aadat ban gaye.

Bina rahe…

Humare paas.

Humari zindagi me shamil ho gaye.

Saanvi ke baad…

Ab woh hi hai mere liye.

Lekin ajeeb baat yeh hai—

Mujhe unka naam tak nahi pata.

Kaha rehte hai…

Kaun hai…

Kuch bhi nahi.

Toh yeh diary…

Sirf aur sirf unke liye likh rahi hoon.

Yeh soch kar…

Ki yeh diary hi woh hai.

Sun rahe hai…

Samajh rahe hai…

Bas unhe samajh kar likh rahi hoon.

Aur agar kabhi—

Mujhe woh mil gaye…

Toh yeh diary unhe hi dungi.

Taki woh jaan sake—

Woh mere liye kya hai.

Lekin shuruwat me—

Unhe mere baare me bhi toh jaana chahiye na?

Toh shuruwat se batati hoon…

Mere liye Saanvi se zyada aur koi nahi.

Aap jab yeh padh rahe honge—

Aapke mann me yeh sawal aayega—

Mummy? Papa? Gharwale?

Kyun nahi?

Kyuki—

Meri zarurat unhe kabhi thi hi nahi.

Main… unwanted thi.

Unhe kabhi chahiye hi nahi thi.

Lekin afsos—

Ab hai.

Aur sabse badi hoon na…

Toh sab dekhna padta hai.

Aapko pata hai—

Main depression me thi.

Lekin tab bhi—

Gharwalon ne kabhi dhyan nahi diya.

Sabko laga—

Main drama kar rahi hoon.

Kisi ne samjha hi nahi.

Lekin…

Mere paas uss waqt meri Saanvi thi.

Humesha thi.

Kuch bhi ho jaaye—

Woh thi.

Mere liye sab kuch hai woh....

Tab mujhe samajh aaya—

Har kisi ke paas aise gharwale nahi hote…

Jo unhe samjhe.

Toh maine bhi—

Umeed rakhna chhod diya.

Abhi ke liye—

Mere baare me itna hi.

So.....,

Jis din se aapko dekha…

Ussi din se… main aapki ho gayi thi.

Bas realise karne me thoda time laga.

Lekin—

Bohot khush hoon.

Lekin Rona bohot aata tha…

Aapko dekhne ka bohot mann karta tha…

Lekin kya karu—

Mujhe kabhi pata hi nahi chala—

Aap kaha rehte ho.

Raat ko sone ke waqt—

Main aapse baatein karti thi.

Jaise aap mere paas ho…

Sun rahe ho…

Samajh rahe ho…

Iss tarah se—

Maine pure 2 saal nikaal diye.

Aapke liye—

Prarthana karne lagi.

Bhagwan se…

Aapko maine apni prarthanaon me rakha.

Maha Shivratri ke din—

Main sirf aur sirf aapke liye fast rakhti thi.

Aur yeh sab—

Sirf ek jhalak ke baad.

Aur isi intezaar me—

Ki aap phir miloge.

Aapko bataungi—

Ki maine 2 saal intezaar kiya.

Phir—

Woh din aaya.

Jab aap phir dikhe…

Class me.

Aur jaise hi maine aapko dekha—

Meri aankhon me aansu aa gaye the.

Lekin fir bhi—

Maine khud ko sambhala…

Ab ke liye… itna hi.

Author pov-

They walked back to the classroom—

As if nothing had changed.

But somewhere inside—

Everything had.

They all went inside.

The class was already settled.

The teacher was explaining everything about the election—

Rules, responsibilities, and how the selection process would go.

Everyone was listening carefully.

After a few minutes—

She said,

“Jinhone bhi apna naam diya hai, woh sab apne helping partners ke saath staff room me aajayein.”

(Whoever has submitted their names should come to the staff room with their helping partners.)

As soon as she said that—

Students started looking at each other, forming groups.

Here—

At Kashvi’s group—

Confusion started.

Ishvik said,

“Ab kaun kaun jaa raha hai?”

Aarohi replied,

“Helping partner bhi chahiye… toh decide karo jaldi.”

Saanvi looked at Netrabhan,

“Obviously hum log toh iske saath jayenge.”

Ishvik nodded,

“Haan main bhi.”

Aarohi said,

“Main bhi chal rahi hoon.”

So finally—

Saanvi, Aarohi, and Ishvik decided to go with Netrabhan.

Then Saanvi turned toward Kashvi,

“Tu aa rahi hai na?”

Before Kashvi could reply—

She slightly held her head.

“Nahi… tu ja. Main thoda rest kar leti hoon.”

Her voice was soft.

Eshaan noticed and said,

“Main rukta hoon.”

Kashvi looked at him,

“Nahi aap jao na…”

But he shook his head,

“Theek hai, main yahin hoon.”

Saanvi looked at Kashvi carefully—

She knew.

Kashvi wasn’t completely fine yet.

So she said,

“Theek hai… tu rest kar. Hum jaldi aate hain.”

Netrabhan didn’t say anything.

But before leaving—

He glanced at Kashvi once.

Just one look.

To check if she was okay.

Kashvi noticed it—

But didn’t say anything.

Soon—

Netrabhan, Saanvi, Aarohi, and Ishvik left for the staff room.

And in the classroom—

Only a few students were left.

Including—

Kashvi and Eshaan.

A quiet silence settled again—

But this time—

It felt a little heavier.

Because somewhere—

Both of them were thinking about different people.

And different feelings—

They still didn’t understand.

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In the classroom—

A quiet silence surrounded them.

Kashvi was resting slightly, while Eshaan sat beside her—

But his mind…

Was somewhere else.

On someone else.

He kept thinking…

Should he ask?

Or not?

After hesitating for a long time—

He finally gathered courage.

“Ek baat puchun?”

Kashvi looked at him and said calmly,

“Haan pucho.”

Eshaan quickly added,

“Kuch aise waise mat sochna…”

Kashvi raised her eyebrow slightly,

“Kyu? Aisa kya puchne wale ho aap?”

He said nervously,

“Bas… kuch jaana hai.”

Kashvi looked at him knowingly and said,

“Kuch jaana hai… ya kisi ke baare me jaana hai?”

Eshaan got a little awkward,

“Huhh…”

Kashvi smiled slightly,

“Saanvi ke baare me jaana hai na?”

He looked surprised,

“Tumhe kaise pata?”

Kashvi shrugged lightly,

“Bas aise hi… pucho, kya jaana hai?”

Eshaan said without thinking,

“Sab kuch.”

Kashvi repeated softly,

“Sab kuch?”

“Haan… sab kuch.”

There was a small pause.

Then Kashvi said,

“Toh shuru se batati hoon…”

Eshaan nodded,

“Haan.”

Kashvi took a small breath and began—

“Saanvi ki mummy nahi hai…”

Eshaan’s expression changed.

Kashvi continued,

“Aunty ka delivery time chal raha tha… Saanvi ka bhai hua… aur uske kuch time baad hi aunty nahi rahi.”

Eshaan listened silently.

“Uske baad se Saanvi… bilkul chup ho gayi. Kuch bolti bhi nahi thi. Puri badal gayi thi.”

He asked softly,

“Tumhe kaise pata?”

Kashvi replied,

“Hum log waha aaye the… tab maine usse dekha.”

She paused for a second—

Then said slowly,

“Aapko pata hai… woh royi bhi nahi thi.”

Eshaan looked shocked.

“Lekin… jab main uske paas gayi…”

Her voice softened,

“Tab woh royi… itna royi ki woh behosh ho gayi thi.”

“Kya?” Eshaan whispered.

“Haan.”

Kashvi nodded slightly.

“Uske baad… Saanvi ke papa ka transfer bhi humare papa ke saath hi hota raha. Hum log ek hi jagah rehte aaye hai.”

She smiled faintly,

“Tab se… main aur woh hamesha saath rahe.”

“Humne ek dusre ko sambhala hai.”

“Hume dosti ka matlab bhi nahi pata tha… lekin hum usse pehle se ek dusre ke liye sab kuch hai.”

Eshaan was just listening—

Completely focused.

Kashvi continued,

“Woh apne emotions easily nahi dikhati.”

“Aur haan… bhagwan par bhi yakeen nahi karti.”

Then she added softly,

“Aur woh jaisi dikhti hai na… waisi hai nahi.”

“Pehle bohot shararti thi… lekin ab badal gayi hai.”

Kashvi smiled slightly remembering,

“Woh hamesha bolti hai— ‘Kashvi, hume kisi ki zarurat nahi hai. Hum dono hi kaafi hai ek dusre ke liye.’”

She looked at Eshaan and said,

“Aur woh sahi bolti hai… hum dono kaafi hai.”

She finished.

Silence.

Eshaan didn’t say anything.

He was just… processing everything.

At that exact moment—

The classroom door opened.

And the remaining four entered.

Saanvi came forward and asked,

“Kya baat ho rahi hai? Hume bhi batao.”

Kashvi immediately replied casually,

“Kuch bhi toh nahi… bas aise hi.”

But—

On the other side—

Eshaan wasn’t listening to them anymore.

He was just looking at Saanvi.

Now—

Not with confusion.

But with something deeper.

Something more understanding.

Something… softer.

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After that—

Everything felt… normal.

At least from the outside.

They all sat together for some time, talking randomly, laughing, teasing each other—

As if nothing serious had just been discussed.

But inside—

A lot had changed.

Soon—

The last bell rang.

It was time to go home.

Everyone started packing their bags.

Ishvik stretched his arms,

“Finally… chhutti!”

Aarohi rolled her eyes,

“Jaise poora din kaam kiya ho.”

Saanvi laughed lightly, while Kashvi just smiled softly.

They all got up and started walking toward the gate together.

At the gate—

They stopped.

One by one—

Everyone started saying goodbye.

Aarohi said,

“Kal milte hai.”

Ishvik added,

“Aur haan… kal se campaign start karna hai, Mr. Head Boy.”

He looked at Netrabhan teasingly.

Eshaan smirked slightly,

“Haan… tayari rakho.”

Netrabhan just nodded calmly,

“Hmm.”

Meanwhile—

Saanvi turned toward Kashvi,

“Tu seedha ghar jaa… aur rest kar. Samjhi?”

Kashvi nodded softly,

“Haan baba… jaa rahi hoon.”

Then she smiled,

“Tu bhi dhyaan rakhna.”

Saanvi lightly hit her arm,

“Mujhe mat sikha.”

Both smiled.

One by one—

They all started leaving.

But before going—

Kashvi and Netrabhan—

Once again—

Shared a look.

No words.

Just eyes.

For a few seconds—

Everything went silent for them.

Then—

Kashvi looked away first.

And turned to leave.

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Eshaan was watching all this quietly.

Then he looked at Saanvi—

Who was talking to Aarohi.

And for the first time—

He wasn’t just seeing her.

He was understanding her.

Slowly—

Everyone left for their homes.

Different paths.

Different thoughts.

But one thing was same—

No one was the same anymore.

Because now—

It wasn’t just friendship.

Something deeper had started—

Without anyone realizing it fully.

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After reaching home—

Aarohi freshened up and then her mother came into her room

So, She sat beside her mother, resting her head lightly on her shoulder.

Then suddenly—

She said in a slightly irritated tone,

“Mumma yaar… main bolu na toh yeh Ishvik sach me pagal hai!”

Her mother looked at her, amused.

Aarohi continued,

“Humesha ladta rehta hai… humesha chedta rehta hai. Main kitni baar try karti hoon usse ache se baat karu… lekin nahi! Usse toh mujhse ladne me hi maza aata hai.”

Her mother couldn’t stop herself—

She laughed.

“Mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi hota… koi aise bhi baat karta hai kya?”

Then she added teasingly,

“Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai… kaise tu mere paas aayi thi aur bataya tha Ishvik ke baare me… kaise tujhe woh pasand hai.”

Aarohi rolled her eyes slightly but smiled,

“Haan toh mumma… woh aaj bhi pasand hai.”

Then she made a small face,

“Lekin uski harkatein hi aisi hai!”

Her mother smiled warmly and said,

“Pata nahi kab tak aise chhupa ke rakhegi… jaake bata de usse.”

Aarohi immediately shook her head,

“Nahi mumma… abhi nahi.”

Her mother nodded,

“Theek hai, teri marzi. Main neeche ja rahi hoon, khane ka bhi dekhna hai.”

Aarohi nodded.

Her mother left.

Now—

Her room was quiet.

Aarohi lay down on her bed…

Staring at the ceiling.

And slowly—

Her thoughts went back.

To the first time she saw him.

At school.

How he annoyed her…

Teased her…

Fought with her—

For no reason.

And still—

She smiled thinking about it.

Because somewhere—

She liked it.

She liked him.

From the very beginning.

But she never said anything.

Because she was scared.

Scared of losing what they already had.

Their friendship.

So she kept everything inside.

And now—

Every time he irritated her…

Every time he annoyed her…

All she could do was—

Think about him.

Only him.

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Eshaan Pov -

At night

Everything felt normal.

Dinner with family… usual talks… usual silence.

But inside—

Nothing was normal.

After dinner—

I went to my room.

Switched off the lights.

And lay down on my bed.

Closing my eyes—

Trying to sleep.

But…

Sleep wasn’t coming.

I turned to one side.

Then the other.

But the moment I closed my eyes—

Her face appeared.

Saanvi.

The way she talks…

The way she argues…

The way she doesn’t care what others think…

And today—

The things I got to know about her.

Her past.

Her pain.

Her strength.

“Yeh mujhe kya ho raha hai…?” I whispered to myself.

Why am I thinking about her so much?

Why her?

I sat up on my bed.

Running my hand through my hair in frustration.

“Bas ek din me itna sab kaise…?”

Morning tak sab normal tha.

Aur ab—

Sab kuch alag lag raha hai.

Her words echoed in my mind—

“Maa ke jaane ke baad…”

“Usne mujhe sambhala…”

“Woh apne emotions nahi dikhati…”

I closed my eyes tightly.

“Itna sab akele kaise handle kiya hoga usne…?”

A strange heaviness filled my chest.

Not pity.

Not sympathy.

Something else.

Something deeper.

And then—

I remembered…

That moment.

When she bumped into me.

How she was about to shout—

But stopped.

The way she looked at me.

And how…

I couldn’t stop looking at her.

I opened my eyes again.

Staring at the ceiling.

“Jab bhi woh paas hoti hai…”

I paused.

“Mera heartbeat fast kyu ho jata hai…?”

Silence.

I let out a small breath.

And whispered slowly—

Almost like accepting something,

“Kya… mujhe woh pasand hai?”

The question hung in the air.

Unanswered.

I turned to my side again.

Closed my eyes.

This time—

Not trying to stop the thoughts.

But letting them come.

And somewhere—

Between confusion and realization—

I finally drifted into sleep.

With only one thought in my mind—

Saanvi.

Netrabhan Pov-

night…

Everything outside was quiet.

But inside me—

nothing was quiet at all.

After reaching home, I followed my usual routine. I freshened up, after few hours had dinner with my family, and sat down to study. Everything looked normal from the outside.

But my mind… wasn’t there.

The words in front of me blurred.

I wasn’t reading anymore.

I was thinking.

About her.

Kashvi.

I closed my book slowly and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. I don’t even know when this started. Maybe the first time I saw her in class… or maybe today, when she said something so simple—

“That’s how it is…”

As if it meant nothing.

But to me—

it meant everything.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

“This is wrong…” I whispered to myself.

But the more I said it—

the less convincing it sounded.

What exactly is wrong?

Her looking at me like that?

Or me… not being able to look away?

Or maybe…

this feeling… that I don’t even understand yet?

I don’t get it.

I was never like this. I’ve always stayed away from girls. Talking, getting close, all of that—it was never my thing.

Everything was simple. Clear.

But now—

nothing feels simple anymore.

When she’s around—

something feels different.

My heartbeat changes.

My thoughts disappear.

And when she looks at me—

it feels like I actually matter.

Like I’m… important.

And today—

she said it out loud.

“You are…”

I shut my eyes tightly.

“How can someone say something like that so easily…?”

Does she even understand what her words mean?

Or am I the only one overthinking this?

But then—

I remember her eyes.

They don’t lie.

Her innocence…

it’s real.

And maybe that’s the problem.

She says what she feels.

And I…

I don’t even understand what I’m feeling.

I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

In the garden today—

when she came and asked,

“Can I sit… or is that wrong too?”

At that moment—

I didn’t think.

I just said yes.

Why couldn’t I say no?

Why can’t I stay away from her…

even when I know I probably should?

Because if this is what I think it is—

Then it won’t be simple.

Not at all.

I closed my eyes again.

And her face appeared.

That soft smile…

those confused expressions…

that innocence…

And when she gets shy—

her cheeks turn slightly pink…

I smiled unconsciously.

“Crazy girl…”

But the next second—

I became serious again.

“And what about me?”

What am I doing?

Is this just attraction?

Or something more?

And if it is something more—

Then why?

How?

When did it even start?

Nothing is clear.

Except one thing—

She has become important.

So quickly… so easily…

And that is exactly what scares me the most.

Because I’m not someone who gets attached.

I don’t get used to people.

But this time…

Maybe I am.

Slowly.

Without even realizing it.

And that—

Is what I don’t understand.

And that’s a wrap for this chapter!

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