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Episode 20: Ishaan Leaves for the Meeting & IshVi Misses Each Other

After the vibrant Holi celebration at the college, Ishaan and Savi returned home, their hearts still buzzing with the echoes of laughter and joy. Despite the underlying happiness they both felt, an unspoken tension hung in the air as they went about their evening routine, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

As the night wore on, Ishaan quietly packed his bags, his movements deliberate but his mind racing with thoughts of Savi.

With a heavy heart, he bid her a brief farewell, masking his longing with a forced smile before heading off to Delhi for his business trip

"Take care of yourself, Savi," Ishaan said softly, his voice betraying the depth of his emotions. "Let me know if there's anything you need to tell me, I would be just a phone call away."

They bid adieu to each other without exchanging any words but lots of unspoken feelings lingered between them.

Ishaan descended the stairs, seeking the blessings of the elders before instructing the driver to take him to the airport.

From the balcony of their room, Savi watched his departure, her heart heavy with the weight of his absence.

Left alone in the quiet confines of their room, Savi tried to bury herself in her studies, the weight of Ishaan's absence lingering in the air like a palpable presence.

Despite her best efforts to focus, her thoughts kept drifting back to him, his absence creating a void that seemed impossible to fill.

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Ishaan reaches Delhi and checks in the hotel. She calls the family that he has reached safely and thinks of informing Savi. Istead of dialing her number, he drops her a text, “Savi, I am in Delhi, wanted to convey that not for a week, but in 2 days I shall wrap up and come back day after. Take care””

In the bustling streets of Delhi, Ishaan found himself surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city, yet feeling strangely adrift without Savi by his side.

Every corner seemed to remind him of her, from the colorful chaos of the markets to the serene beauty of the parks. This is a newfound feeling which is awkward but addictive!

As the hours stretched on, Ishaan couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at him, his thoughts constantly returning to Savi. He missed her laughter, her warmth, her presence by his side.

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Back in their quiet abode, Savi couldn't help but feel the emptiness of Ishaan's absence seeping into every corner of their room.

Her phone beeps, she checks the message and a slight curve appears on her lips defining a sense of relief. She just texts him back, “Thank you, best wishes, Good night Sir”.

Despite the distance between them, she found solace in the memories of their time together, clinging to the hope that soon they would be reunited once this time gets over.

And so, amidst the hustle and bustle of their separate worlds, Ishaan and Savi remained connected by an invisible thread of love and longing, each day bringing them closer to the moment when they would be together again.

To be Continued... (Another day of IshVi away from each other and challenges they come across)

Originally posted by: ssm97

Episode 19: Ishvi-licious Holi at Bhosle Institute of Excellence

Ishaan on hearing the upcoming Holi event, gets an instant idea on handling this investors meet. He takes out his phone and calls up Nishikant uncle, “Nishikant Sir, the papers aren't complete yet, and presenting them as they are would be a risk. We need at least two days to iron out the details, or we might miss out on valuable opportunities. Kindly spend TWO more days to work on the pipeflow analysis and come up with exact numbers. Please talk to investors and get the date reschedule for the meeting otherwise we will lose the low hanging fruits just because of loopholes at our end.”

Savi overhears this and gets puzzled, “What happened to Sir now, he is always in his Chidkiya avatar whether its me or anyone else.”

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Savi reaches college and meets her friends, goes through the checklist of the event and then assigns tasks to her gang. Preeti and Shaswat to work on decor and tie balloons, Kajal and Navya to arrange for organic colors, water guns and water balloons. She crafts a list of “NOT to do” to keep students in their decorum and hands it over to Shukla ji

Her half of the day gets over in this.

She informs Shuklaji to label the notice on each of the notice board about Holi celebration timings, venue (college ground on the back side) and desirable clothes to be worn.

Shuklaji was equally enthu for this event.

Some students murmur among themselves, will Ishaan sir play holi this time? Because he never comes for that with us.

Savi gets to know about it and thinks why is it so, is he allergic to colors? But this is not just fun but also a religious festival.

Meanwhile, Ishaan sorts out the clash of meeting with Holi event and informs Rao Saheb that his presence here is equally important as the Head of Cultutal department and papers arent yet ready to be presented. The date of meeting got rescheduled two days later. Rao Saheb got convinced, unaware of his interest to be with Savi during Holi.

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Next morning, Ishvi gets ready for the college. Both dresses up in plain white costumes. Ishaan looked handsome in kutra pajama and Savi looked cute in kurti leggings, she keeps her hair open but puts little oil so color do not damage her strands.

She asks if Ishaan sir wants to put hair in his oil, he goes back to 22 years. Memories of past Holis flooded Ishaan's mind. He remembered the laughter of his childhood, the vibrant colors painting joyous scenes in the air with his mom. The departure of Isha had cast a shadow over the festival, leaving behind an emptiness that no amount of colors could fill. Since then, Ishaan had retreated into the solitude of his memories, avoiding the festivities as a way to shield himself from the pain of her absence.

He just replies, “Savi, I dont play colors now, the last holi i played when I was 8 years old, then never.”

She could link this change with the departure of Isha mam from his life.

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In the college, everyone was happy and joyous. As soon as the clock ticks 3 PM, everyone rushes to the back side ground to play colors and make their day memorable.

This Holi came with new hopes and new colors in SAvi’s life whereas Ishaan was still caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, dormant memories and unspoken desires.

The setup done by Gawachi gang was grand. There were stalls for colors, balloons,water guns, flowers, a huge tub filled with clean water, and some tanks filled with colored water. Snacks counter were spreading aroma of hot fresh samosa, chai and some cold drinks.

As it was a college, BHAANG wasnt allowed 🙂

Ishaan and Savi stood amidst the vibrant chaos of the Holi celebration, their hearts pounding with the rhythm of the drums and the laughter of the crowd.

As colors flew around them, they couldn't help but be drawn to each other, their gazes locking in a silent understanding.

Her friends rushed to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her off to play with colors. Meanwhile, Ishaan was busy clicking pictures of students and only realized a little later that Savi, his wife, was playing amidst the group of boys and girls. Kajal and Navya dumped almost a full bag of green color on her face, and Shaswat hit her with water balloons. Seeing this, Ishaan felt uncomfortable. Not just as a professor who always arranged this celebration, but as a man, something inside him stirred. After all, she is my wife! How could the students cross their limits?

He fumed but stood there nonetheless.

Few msicheivous students wanted Savi and Ishaan to play together as its their first Holi and its a college ground. They wanted to see them enjoying and playing along with them.

They asks Savi to put color on Ishaan sir, she denies, “Sir doesnt like it”

Few girls also join them and reinforces her, “Its a shagun Savi!”

Savi walks towards Ishaan with a pinch of pink gulaal in her hands, and goes near him, “Ishaan Sir, happy holi, its a shagun to put tilak on your…..”, “On your,....” She keeps her sentence incomplete.

Few professors who were also there help her complete, “Ishaan Sir, Husband and wife should do at least tilak on their first holi”

Somehow Ishaan fails to deny and allows her to put a tilak on his forehead with pink gulaal. Her touch lasts a huge impact and bring backs all his desires to play and have fun of this festival.

He grabs her hand back and asks her to wait, takes the pinch of remaining pink color from her hand and puts on her forehead which also touches her hairline. Amidst the playful chaos, Ishaan reached out, his fingers brushing against Savi's hand, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. Their eyes met, a silent invitation passing between them as they moved closer, the crowd fading into the background.

The music gets louder and the crowd gets crazier, they cheer up for Ishaan & Savi and asks them to join the stage.

Ishaan looks into her eyes and gives a sweet smile, Savi smiles back but feels shy.

They come near the stall of colors and water guns.

With a mischievous smile, Ishaan dipped his fingers into a pot of bright red gulal, his touch feather-light as he traced patterns across Savi's cheeks, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. As the vibrant colors continued to swirl around them, Ishaan's touch grew bolder, his fingers trailing down Savi's neck, leaving streaks of crimson and azure in their wake.

Savi's breath hitched at the intimate gesture, her skin tingling with each delicate caress of him.

In response, Savi dipped her own fingers into a pot of vibrant blue, her touch trailing down Ishaan's neck, leaving a tantalizing sensation in its wake.

Their laughter mingled with the music, their playful exchange growing more heated with each passing moment.

Lost in the moment, Ishaan pulled Savi closer, their bodies pressing together as they danced to the rhythm of their own desires.

The colors of Holi blurred around them, their world narrowing down to the intoxicating connection they shared.

She runs little away, he runs behind her. A mischievous sparkle lit up Ishaan's eyes as he grabbed a nearby bucket of water. With a playful grin, he poured the water over Savi.

Savi tools a water gun and sprinkle lots of splashes on his face and kurta. Bith gets completely wet under the shining sun.

Her drenched body wrapped under wet white kurti was revealing her curves under the brightness of the sun. His man’s eyes scan through it and savi gasped in surprise.

More than the water drops, his eyes were sending shivers down her spine, but the warmth of Ishaan's gaze kept her grounded. With a playful glint in her eye, she retaliated in kind, grabbing another bucket and dousing Ishaan with water, his clothes clinging to his muscular frame, his skin glistening in the fading light.

Both for a while forget that it was the college campus and they are also here as a professor and student. Savi after a long time, enjoyed a moment with the one who truly cares for her and Ishaan after ages, enjoyed a moment with the one who is destined to be with him forever.

In the background, a Holi celebration was going on!

To be Continued...(Ishaan leaves for the meeting)

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Episode 21: A Day of ISHVI Away From Each Other

The next day morning, Ishaan heads to the meeting. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as discussions about the angel funding round for the Bhosle Medical College startup unfolded.

Mr. Apte, a seasoned investor with a keen eye for potential, wasted no time delving into the nitty-gritty details of the startup's financial projections and growth prospects.

"As we've discussed before, the Bhosle Medical College has tremendous potential," Mr. Apte remarked, his tone businesslike yet tinged with excitement. "Your vision for the college aligns perfectly with our investment criteria."

Ishaan nodded, his mind focused despite the underlying ache of missing Savi. "Thank you, Mr. Apte. We've put a lot of effort into developing a robust business plan that outlines our growth trajectory and revenue projections."

The discussion delved deeper into the financials. Each query was met with thoughtful consideration and detailed explanations, showcasing Ishaan's dedication to the success of the venture.

Mr. Apte leaned back in his chair, his demeanor thoughtful yet decisive. "Of course, Ishaan. We're here to support your vision, but we also need to ensure a return on our investment. We can help you raise funds but at the equity of 25% not just 5%. The final call would be taken by my partner, who sits in the USA"

The numbers were shocking to Ishaan. If they dilute this much equity in the Angel round, what control would the Bhosles have in the future, and who is this anonymous partner of Mr. Apte? He asks, “May I know the details of your partner? I mean, their funding in other projects, their backgrounds, and other details.” Mr. Apte responds, “Yes, sure, Mr. Ishaan Bhosle. He is Mr. Marathe.” The name sends a shockwave through him, coursing through his body with an electric current.

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Back in Pune, Savi was engaged with her routine of college, library, extra reading hours, and coming back home just for formality. She was avoiding interactions with the Bhosles as far as possible since she knew her presence was unwelcomed by many.

Once she got free from early classes, instead of heading home, she went to the CITY hospital to check on Harini Tai. She sits near him and vents out her feelings, “Tai, I am all alone without you. Ishaan sir is also away for 2 days; he might come back tomorrow. I never knew the world would feel so lonely without him. He is just a Sir, and I am there for a few days or a few months only, but there is some string that keeps me hooked. Tai, please get well soon. I want to breathe openly. I don't know what this feeling is, but it's strange. Please wake up and guide me. You will be happy to know that I have topped my last semester's exams and now preparing for the final ones." She pauses, startled by her words. "The day is not far; I would be IAS Savi Ishaan Bhosle." She again pauses, what did I just say? Savi Bhosle? And sees her MS swaying in her neck.

Caught between thoughts and unknown feelings, she reaches home. However, she gets late since she comes home after meeting Harini Tai. The servant opens the door and informs her that everyone has retired to their room.

She walks off to her room and on the way overhears Shikha talking to someone in her room. She stops by the door and hears her almost crying, “Chinmay, how can you never call me up? What wrong have I done to you? Whenever I say anything about us, you have only one answer, I am busy. I am here with family, but always all alone. Chinmay….Chinmay…," and she realizes that the phone call was disconnected from the other end.

Savi feels shocked and sad for her. She thinks for a moment to step inside but then feels it's better to let her vent out her feelings; it could be overwhelming otherwise.

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To be Continued...(Ishaan arrives home tensed and searches for Savi, she is not found anywhere in Bhosle Mansion)

Originally posted by: ssm97

Episode 20: Ishaan Leaves for the Meeting & IshVi Misses Each Other

After the vibrant Holi celebration at the college, Ishaan and Savi returned home, their hearts still buzzing with the echoes of laughter and joy. Despite the underlying happiness they both felt, an unspoken tension hung in the air as they went about their evening routine, pretending as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

As the night wore on, Ishaan quietly packed his bags, his movements deliberate but his mind racing with thoughts of Savi.

With a heavy heart, he bid her a brief farewell, masking his longing with a forced smile before heading off to Delhi for his business trip

"Take care of yourself, Savi," Ishaan said softly, his voice betraying the depth of his emotions. "Let me know if there's anything you need to tell me, I would be just a phone call away."

They bid adieu to each other without exchanging any words but lots of unspoken feelings lingered between them.

Ishaan descended the stairs, seeking the blessings of the elders before instructing the driver to take him to the airport.

From the balcony of their room, Savi watched his departure, her heart heavy with the weight of his absence.

Left alone in the quiet confines of their room, Savi tried to bury herself in her studies, the weight of Ishaan's absence lingering in the air like a palpable presence.

Despite her best efforts to focus, her thoughts kept drifting back to him, his absence creating a void that seemed impossible to fill.

_______________________

Ishaan reaches Delhi and checks in the hotel. She calls the family that he has reached safely and thinks of informing Savi. Istead of dialing her number, he drops her a text, “Savi, I am in Delhi, wanted to convey that not for a week, but in 2 days I shall wrap up and come back day after. Take care””

In the bustling streets of Delhi, Ishaan found himself surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city, yet feeling strangely adrift without Savi by his side.

Every corner seemed to remind him of her, from the colorful chaos of the markets to the serene beauty of the parks. This is a newfound feeling which is awkward but addictive!

As the hours stretched on, Ishaan couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at him, his thoughts constantly returning to Savi. He missed her laughter, her warmth, her presence by his side.

_____________________

Back in their quiet abode, Savi couldn't help but feel the emptiness of Ishaan's absence seeping into every corner of their room.

Her phone beeps, she checks the message and a slight curve appears on her lips defining a sense of relief. She just texts him back, “Thank you, best wishes, Good night Sir”.

Despite the distance between them, she found solace in the memories of their time together, clinging to the hope that soon they would be reunited once this time gets over.

And so, amidst the hustle and bustle of their separate worlds, Ishaan and Savi remained connected by an invisible thread of love and longing, each day bringing them closer to the moment when they would be together again.

To be Continued... (Another day of IshVi away from each other and challenges they come across)

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