"Together, we're more than just sisters-in-law, we're partners in crime, confidantes, and forever friends."

Roohi’s pov:

The morning light filtered through the curtains as I stretched, feeling refreshed. Breakfast was a quiet, cozy affair with everyone. As soon as we were done, Meera’s eyes lit up as she turned to me.

“Bhabhi, let’s go out today! Just the two of us. A proper girls’ day out,” she said enthusiastically.

I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. “That sounds good, Meera. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere we like! Shopping, street food, and I’ll show you some of my favorite spots around here,” she said, already pulling out her phone to make a mental list.

Vivaan, sitting at the table, raised an eyebrow. “Meera, don’t trouble her too much. A whole day with you might be exhausting.”

Meera rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please, Bhai! Roohi bhabhi and I are going to have the best time. Don’t miss her too much!”

I chuckled and nodded, “Don’t worry, Vivaan. I’ll take care of her.”

He smiled softly. “Enjoy yourselves. Take your time.”
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Meera and I spent the day roaming through the bustling streets. She took me to a boutique she loved, where we picked out dresses for her.

“Roohi bhabhi, you don’t have to do this,” she protested as I handed over a pretty pastel kurta to the cashier.

“Meera, it’s my choice. I want to,” I said with a warm smile.

She hugged me tightly. “Thank you, Bhabhi. You’re spoiling me.”

Later, we stopped at a quaint stationery store. As I noticed her excitement while picking out notebooks and pens, I couldn’t resist adding a few more items to the cart.

“You’re a stationery lover?” I asked, watching her eyes light up at the sight of a pack of glitter pens.

“Always have been,” she replied, grinning. “I feel like a kid again every time I’m in a store like this.”

“Well, consider this my little gift to fuel your love for stationery,” I said.

As we walked down the street, munching on pani puri and chaat, we started talking about life.

“You know, Meera,” I said, “I was a little nervous about fitting into this new family. But you’ve made me feel so welcome.”

“Bhabhi,” she said, her tone softening, “you’re already like a sister to me. I’ve always wanted an older sister I could look up to. And you’re perfect for Bhai. I can already see how happy you make him.”

Her words warmed my heart. “Thank you, Meera. That means so much to me.”

As we munch on panipuri, I can’t help but smile at the way Meera devours hers, her face lighting up with joy at the tangy taste. I loved these little moments with her.

"So, tell me," I ask, taking a bite of the crispy puri, "How did you end up choosing MBBS? I mean, I know you wanted to be a doctor, but what exactly pushed you to take this path?"

Meera leans back, savoring her food before answering, her voice soft but sure. "You know, bhabi" she starts, wiping her fingers on the napkin, "I've wanted to be a doctor since I was a kid. It wasn’t just a passing thought or a whim. It was always there, like a part of me that I couldn’t ignore. Dadi used to tell how Maa treated her patients, how much she cared for them,she was a well known doctor and I knew that’s something I wanted to do too, help people, heal them."

She pauses, looking at me as if reflecting on her journey. "I remember back in school, I was so focused on my studies. Everyone would tell me I was obsessed, but I didn’t care. I wanted this more than anything. The road wasn’t easy, and honestly, there were moments when I doubted myself,especially when I didn’t make it into some of the top colleges initially."

I look at her with admiration. Meera has always been someone who is so determined, so focused. "But you made it," I say, smiling proudly. "You got into AIMS, Meera! That’s amazing."

Her face lights up as she continues, "Yeah, I did. And it felt like everything I worked for had finally paid off. The exams were tough, but I kept pushing through because I knew this was my dream. AIMS wasn’t just about a name; it was about the best chance to learn from the best doctors, to become the kind of doctor who could really make a difference."

I nod, truly understanding the dedication it took for her to get where she is now. "And how’s college life treating you? Is it everything you expected?"

Meera laughs softly, shaking her head. "It’s... overwhelming, honestly. The first year is intense. Between the endless lectures, practicals, and assignments, there’s hardly any free time. But even with all the stress, I love it. I love learning, meeting new people, and just being surrounded by so many passionate individuals. It’s like being in a place where everyone shares the same drive to help others, and it’s inspiring."

She gives me a playful smile, "Though, I think I’m already developing a solid relationship with caffeine, considering how late I stay up studying!"

I chuckle, knowing that’s the case with me too in my own work, just in a different field. "Well, that’s a good sign, right? You’re working hard, and you’re going to do great."

Meera’s expression softens, and she looks at me with a grateful smile. "Thanks, bhabi. I don’t say it enough, but I really like how supportive you’ve been. It makes all the difference."

I reach out and squeeze her hand. "You don’t need to thank me, Meera. We’re family. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what."

She nods, her eyes shining with emotion, and for a moment, we both walk in comfortable silence, enjoying the connection we share. It’s these little moments, these simple conversations that mean the most.

“Bhai has always been my inspiration,” she said. “He’s been through so much, and yet he’s always been there for me, supporting me in every decision I made.”

Hearing her speak about Vivaan with so much love and admiration made me realize even more how wonderful he was.

As we were walking through the streets, "Bhabi," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "can I tell you something?"

I looked at her curiously, nodding. "Of course, Meera."

Meera glanced toward the hallway where Vivaan had gone to his studio and then back at Roohi. "Vivaan bhai may not say it often, but I can see how much he's changed since you came into his life. He's smiling more, opening up... it's like he's finally letting go of the weight he's carried for so long."

My chest tightened with emotion, but before she could respond, Meera continued. "You know, after our parents passed away, he took it upon himself to be both my brother and my guide. He gave up so much for me - his dreams, his comforts, even his peace of mind. I’ve always loved him for the person he is, but I’ve always worried too. He hides so much behind that quiet demeanor."

Meera's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she smiled. "And now... now I see him laugh. I see him look at you like you’re his anchor, his light. Thank you for being that for him, Roohi. For giving him something I couldn’t, a reason to truly live again."

I felt my eyes welling up as i reached out to squeeze Meera's hand. "Meera, I don’t even know what to say. But I promise you, I’ll always be there for him, no matter what."

She gave a small laugh, wiping at her eyes. "Good. Because if you weren’t, I’d have to kidnap him and keep him with me forever."

I chuckled, the moment lightening with Meera’s humor. "I’d fight you for him."

"Good," she teased back. "Then we both know he’s in good hands."

Vivaan’s pov:

I spent most of my day sketching in my room. The house felt quieter without Roohi, but knowing she was out with Meera made me happy.

In the afternoon, I helped Dadi with the household chores, something I hadn’t done in a while.

“Vivaan beta,” she said as we folded the laundry, “you’ve found a gem , Roohi. She’s brought so much warmth to this house.”

I smiled. “She has, Dadi. She’s wonderful.”

By the time evening rolled around, Roohi and Meera informed us they’d already had dinner outside. Dadi and I ate together, and I washed the dishes afterward.

Later, as I was cleaning the kitchen, I heard the front door open.

“We’re back!” Meera called out.

She gave Roohi a quick hug before heading to her room, saying, “Goodnight, Bhabhi! Thanks for the amazing day.”

Roohi walked into our room, her face glowing with happiness.

“Did you have fun?” I asked, sitting beside her on the bed.

She rested her head on my shoulder and intertwined her fingers with mine. “I had the best time. Meera is such a sweetheart. We shopped, ate street food, and talked so much. She’s become a good friend to me, Vivaan. I feel so lucky.”

“I’m glad that you had a good day,” I said, squeezing her hand gently.

She tilted her head to look at me. “What about you? How was your day?”

“I sketched a lot and helped Dadi around the house. Nothing as exciting as your day,” I replied with a small smile.

She chuckled softly. “Sounds like a good day to me. Thank you for letting us have this time together.”

I looked at her, my voice low but sincere. “You don’t have to thank me, Roohi. You’re part of this family now. And seeing you bond with Meera makes me happy.”

Her eyes softened, and she whispered, “You’re the best, Vivaan.”

We lay down on the bed, our arms wrapped around each other. The warmth of her presence calmed me as we drifted off to sleep, feeling content and connected.

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