Chitthiyon wali mohabbat (letterslove)

Chapter 4

Here is Chapter 4: Home, Bonds, and Hidden Emotions

The warmth of home was something both Reyansh and Saanvi cherished in their own ways. For Reyansh, it was a place of comfort, where his mother’s gentle scoldings and his sister Tanya’s endless banter made the house feel alive. For Saanvi, home was a bittersweet space—a place where she had built a world with her brother Vivan and sister-in-law Ishita, finding solace despite the absence of parental warmth.

"Reyansh, for the last time, stop stealing from my plate!" Tanya groaned, pulling her paratha away.

Reyansh smirked, casually stealing another bite. "It tastes better when it’s yours."

Their mother, Meera Khanna, sighed with a fond smile. "Tanya beta, let him be. He’ll learn when his future wife steals food from his plate."

Reyansh almost choked on his bite, coughing as his father chuckled. "Relax, son. Abhi toh sirf baat ho rahi hai."Aur agar ladki khud se uske liye khaana banaye toh?" Tanya teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes. "Not happening."

But his thoughts briefly drifted to the mysterious letter girl. Would she cook for him? Did she even like cooking? And why did he care?

At the Malhotra house, Saanvi set the dinner table as Vivan and Ishita walked in.

"Dekh raha ho, bhai? Yeh sab sirf tumhare liye karti hai," Ishita nudged Vivan.Vivan smirked, pulling Saanvi into a side hug. "Meri chhoti hamesha se responsible hai. Bas kisi din apne liye bhi sochna shuru kare."

Saanvi smiled, but her thoughts lingered elsewhere. If only she could think for herself instead of fearing the truth about Reyansh.Late-Night Conversations

Later that night, Reyansh sat on his balcony, gazing at the sky. His phone rang. Saanvi.

"Kya kar rahi ho?" he asked lazily.

"Bas soch rahi thi…" she hesitated, then quickly changed the topic. "You seemed distracted today. Kya chal raha hai?"

He sighed. "Yeh chitthiyan… pata nahi kyun, par lagta hai jaise likhne wali mujhe samajhti hai. Jaisi baatein mujhe bhi nahi pata thi apne baare mein."

Saanvi’s grip on her phone tightened. Because I do understand you, Reyansh.

"Hmm… maybe you’re overthinking," she replied lightly.

"Maybe. But I don’t want to stop thinking about it." His voice was softer, thoughtful.

Saanvi closed her eyes, her heart heavy with unsaid words. What if one day, he finds out?

To be continue...