Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Sweetest Sound
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Rehaan’s POV
He stared at the blank screen for a full minute after Pakhi ended the call.
The silence of his room echoed with a single word.
“Jaan.”
She had said it.
She had finally said it.
Rehaan had imagined it before—dozens of times. He had wondered how it would sound coming from her lips. Would she say it shyly, or playfully? Would it slip out naturally or after a long pause?
But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the way it made him feel when it actually happened.
Like his chest had expanded with a rush of air, and his entire body forgot how to breathe.
She’d called him jaan.
And it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a tease.
It was hers—her way of saying you’re mine too now.
He collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling like it held answers to questions he hadn’t even formed yet.
His smile refused to leave.
It was 1:17 AM, and he knew he should sleep. But how do you sleep when the girl you’ve fallen for just gave you her heart in the softest way possible?
Eventually, he dozed off—his cheeks still warm, heart still thudding, and dreams full of her face, her laugh, and that word:
Jaan.
Next Day Morning
He woke up at 6:52 AM to the buzz of his phone.
Still groggy, he reached out and unlocked the screen.
1 New Message
From: Pakhi 💛
He sat up instantly, alert now.
It was a video.
00:06 seconds.
Heart pounding, he hit play.
It was her. In bed, slightly sleepy, hair tousled and eyes soft.
“Good morning, baby,” she whispered into the camera, a soft giggle escaping her lips. She leaned in closer and made a tiny kissing sound, then bit her lip. “Have a beautiful day, jaan.”
And the video ended.
Rehaan blinked. Once. Twice.
“Holy—” he muttered, falling back onto the bed dramatically.
That little minx.
Did she even know what she just did to him?
His hand covered his face, groaning as if he could trap the heat that had flared in his cheeks.
He rewound the video. Watched it again.
And again.
By the third time, he was laughing into his pillow like a schoolboy with a crush.
Finally, he replied:
Rehaan: Well well well… good morning to my dangerously cute girlfriend 👀
That video should come with a warning, Miss Sharma. It has… side effects.
One of them being: me blushing like an i***t in my own bed.
Almost instantly, her reply popped up.
Pakhi: Serves you right for teasing me and running away every time 😤
I had to get even 😌
He grinned.
Rehaan: Get even?? You just won sweetheart. Game, set, and heart stolen.
Pakhi: 🙄 Don’t flirt with me this early. I haven’t even brushed.
Rehaan: Brush or no brush, you already kissed me, baby 😏
Pakhi: Rehaan!!! 😳
Rehaan: I’m just saying facts.
Also… I saved the video. For scientific purposes only.
Pakhi: You’re shameless.
Rehaan: Only for you, meri jaan.
He could almost imagine her blushing on the other side of the screen, pillow clutched to her chest, rolling her eyes while smiling ear to ear.
It was surreal, this happiness.
Not loud or wild—but the kind that spread in slow, warm waves through his body.
How had she managed to turn his ordinary Morning into the most extraordinary morning?
They texted all through breakfast.
Nothing deep or heavy. Just… them.
Flirty banter, exaggerated emojis, even pictures of their breakfasts side-by-side.
Rehaan had never felt this light. This full.
Later, as he stood before the mirror buttoning up his shirt, he caught himself smiling again.
It wasn’t just that Pakhi had finally said yes.
It was how she had said it—soft, sincere, with a blush and a smile and a word that made his entire being melt.
"Jaan."
He touched his phone screen where her name glowed in his notifications.
This girl.
This woman.
She was going to ruin him—in the best possible way.
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