Author's POV:

Veer finally reached the company as Rudra rushed toward him, panting.

"oye... tu chal kar aaya hai kya?" Rudra asked, confused.

Veer removed his mask and hood, expression blank.

"Nope. Running," he said casually, walking ahead as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Rudra stood there, dumbfounded.

Ye dost hai ya punishment? he thought as he jogged behind him.

"Ayein? Teri bike kaha hai?" Rudra asked again, still confused.

Veer shrugged, "Well... long story. Kabhi waqt milega toh bataunga."

Veer continued walking, while Rudra stood there questioning his life choices. Main iska dost kyun hoon?

Before he could finish the thought, Veer's voice echoed from the elevator:

"And haan... staff ko bol dena. Bike Starbucks se collect kar le."

Rudra stared at him going up and muttered,

"Meri maut ka kaaran ye hi banega..."

He shook his head and went to make the call

.

Meanwhile—

Veer reached the chairman's office. As he was about to step in, someone blocked him.

"Sir—wait... Chairman sir is in a meeting. Please wait."

Veer rolled his inner cheeks in irritation, slouched on the couch, and started scrolling through his phone.

But suddenly... those eyes flashed in his mind. That girl.

He shook his head and aggressively resumed scrolling.

The door opened. A woman in her 30s and a man—probably a director—walked out with the chairman.

Veer glanced at them from the corner of his eyes and immediately looked back at his phone.

But the woman stopped right in front of him.

"Hi, Veer! I'm your big fan... can we get a selfie?"

Veer looked up at her, internally rolling his eyes, but nodded.

She leaned too close, trying to link her arm with his.

Veer stepped back instantly.

"No physical touch," he said—voice cold, sharp, and final.

The woman laughed nervously, nodding. The director awkwardly scratched his neck.

After they left, the chairman called Veer in.

Veer sat opposite him as the chairman placed some photographs on the table— the same incident Aishwarya had scolded him for.

"Veer, kitni baar bola hai tumhe... control. your. anger."

Veer stared at the pics, unimpressed.

"He started it," he replied flatly.

The chairman rubbed his temples.

"Veer, no matter how much ashh—"

He stopped himself. "Forget it."

He leaned back.

"You saw the people outside, right?"

Veer nodded.

"He is a famous director. And it was his daughter. He wants to launch her. And I'm thinking... you should also debut in acting."

Veer looked at him with blank disbelief, one eyebrow lifting slowly.

"No."

The rejection was instant and blunt.

The chairman blinked, stunned for a second, then sighed.

"Veer, it would be beneficial for—"

Veer stood up.

"I don't need anyone telling me what to do. I decide everything myself. Reject their offer. I know they told you to convince me."

The chairman sighed deeper. Aishwarya was right—this boy was impossible.

"Fine. I'll handle it. For now, go. Today is your concert. It's already 11 AM; you need to rehearse."

Veer gave a short nod and walked out without another word.

Author's Pov:

He walked downstairs to the rehearsal hall.

The moment he entered, the music team straightened up.

He grabbed his guitar, adjusted the mic, and started practicing with intense focus—every note sharp, every beat perfect.

But after a while, he stopped.

He closed his eyes for a moment...

...and again, those same eyes,

that girl,

that moment flashed in his mind like a glitch he couldn't delete.

He opened his eyes sharply.

His gaze met his reflection in the mirror.

His messy hair.

His sharp eyes.

His heavy breathing.

But behind that?

Her eyes... still there... echoing.

His jaw tightened.

"What the hell..." he muttered softly.

He ran a hand through his hair and picked the guitar again—but his fingers froze for a second.

Because even in silence...

he could still feel her presence.

Meanwhile;

Author's POV:

After classes, Vani and Noor settled in the college cafeteria. The lunch crowd buzzed around them, but the two best friends were lost in their own silent world.

Noor tapped Vani's arm to get her attention and signed,

"Today I'm going."

Vani frowned, brows knitting.

"Where?" she signed back, confusion all over her face.

Noor's grin was already suspiciously wide.

She signed dramatically,

"VEER ka concert!"

Vani let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"What is so interesting in him?" she signed, her expression dead serious.

Noor stared at her like she had committed the biggest sin on earth. Her eyes widened as she signed rapidly,

"BRO. Did you SEE him? He is freaking HOT! And on top of that—his music!"

Vani blinked, unimpressed.

Noor's jaw dropped further, and she even clutched her chest for extra drama.

Vani shook her head, annoyed and amused at the same time.

"Whatever. I'm going to order. What do you want?"

Instantly, Noor's excitement disappeared, replaced by a cheeky smile.

"Cheese Maggie," she signed with a cute twirl of her fingers.

Vani gave her a thumbs-up, grabbed her purse, and walked toward the counter.

As Noor watched her go, she whispered to herself with a dreamy smile,

"Veer Singh Rathore... i am coming"

She giggled silently, kicking her legs under the table.

Meanwhile;

Vani stood quietly in the cafeteria line, eyes on the menu board. She already sensed trouble the moment a group of girls walked in—loud laughter, heavy perfume, and that familiar arrogance.

As expected, the leader of the group slid right in front of Vani.

Vani exhaled slowly.

Great. Morning ruined.

The girl smirked and said loudly,

"Look, look what we have here... a mute bitch."

Her friends giggled.

Vani sighed, stepped back, ready to just walk away—but another girl blocked her path.

"Kahan jaa rahi ho? Sunayi nahi deta kya? Awww... bechaaari."

She dragged the word like she was talking to a toddler.

Vani stared at her blankly and signed,

"Move."

The girl scrunched her face in disgust.

"Kya? Muh nahi hai kya? Oops, bhool gayi... tu toh bol hi nahi sakti. Tch."

She reached out to shove Vani—

—when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Hard.

Noor.

Her jaw was clenched, eyes burning with protective rage.

"Kya chimkandi?" she hissed.

"Subah-subah apni gandi shakal dikhane aagyi?"

The girl winced, struggling in Noor's grip, face turning red.

Vani gently tapped Noor's shoulder and signed something quickly.

Noor's anger melted into an explosive laugh.

The mean girls stared, confused and offended.

"K-kya bol rahi hai woh?"

Noor wiped her tears of laughter and leaned in.

"Voh keh rahi hai... muh kholti ho toh badbu aati hai. Toh brush karke aaya karo."

The girl froze.

Her cheeks burned crimson.

Her friends looked away, some even stifling their own laughter.

Noor dropped her wrist with a flick.

The humiliated girl stormed off, muttering curses under her breath.

Vani stepped forward in line again, calm as ever.

Noor threw an arm around her and signed,

"I nailed it na"

Vani only shook her head, lips curving into the tiniest smile.

Author's POV:

It was already evening, and Veer stood in his dressing room, buttoning his black shirt as makeup artists fixed the final touches.

 The lights glowed softly against the mirror, reflecting his sharp jawline and the permanent exhaustion lingering in his eyes.

Rudra walked in holding a stack of papers."Ready?"

Veer picked up his guitar, slinging the strap over his shoulder.

A small smirk curved his lips.

"Always ready."

Minutes later, the concert arena exploded into life.

The stage lights dimmed—

the crowd screamed—

and Veer rose up from beneath the stage on the lifting platform, guitar in hand, hair whipping lightly from the stage wind.

"VEER! VEER! VEER!"

The entire stadium thundered with his name.

Veer reached the center mic, smirked, and shouted:

"WHAT'S UP, LADIES!!"

The crowd responded with a deafening roar.

"ARE YOU READY?"

A wave of WOOOOO shook the ground.

Music blasted, Veer started strumming, his fingers gliding across the strings with practiced ease. 

He moved across the stage, completely lost in the rhythm, singing with the voice people worshipped.

And then—

His eyes froze.

In the middle of the crowd, far behind...

Those. Same. Eyes.

The girl he ran into.

He blinked hard, shook his head.

Hallucinating.

He closed his eyes, breathed, opened them again—

She wasn't there.

He clicked his tongue and continued singing, trying to shake the thought away.

Meanwhile;

Noor was at the concert, screaming her lungs out like every other fangirl around her.

 She had practically dragged Vani along because her original partner ditched last minute.

Vani had refused at first—because what would she even do?

She couldn't hear the music.

Couldn't feel the crowd's energy.

To her, concerts were just flashing lights and moving mouths.

But Noor convinced her, and here she was.