Kavach Mahashivratri FF ~ Chapter 3 on pg 2 - Page 2

Omg This Is My Favorite Story I Saw The Tv Series But Ekta Kapoor Ruined It

So I Hope Sandhya Chooses Kapil Not Angad From The Series

Because That's Boring.

Chapter 3 (The Evening That Changed Everything)

For the next few days, Sandhya tried — desperately — to pretend that nothing strange was happening in her life.

She forced herself to focus on presentations, market data, and Angad’s gentle, steady presence. She tried to believe nothing was wrong, that there were no whispers calling her name, no shadows curling around her at night, no stranger stepping into her dreams.

But denial had a short life.

Because Kapil was no longer content with being a whisper.

He was becoming visible.

More frequent.
More deliberate.
More… bold.

Sometimes she saw him standing at the far end of her corridor at home, his outline solid against the dim light. Other times she felt him lingering behind her mirror, as if waiting for her to look. Once, she even caught the faint reflection of his face behind her — only for it to vanish when she turned.

But the strangest part?

She began waiting for him.

Not consciously.
Not willingly.

But her heart beat differently at night — as if expecting him.

The First Touch Of Danger

It was late.

Sandhya had stayed back at the office to finish a report Angad needed the next morning. By the time she stepped out of the building, the parking lot was almost empty.

A group of men stood near the security booth — drunk, loud, careless. She avoided looking at them and quickened her pace toward her vehicle.

But one of them noticed.

“Arre madam!” he called out mockingly. “Raat ko akele jaana theek nahi hota.”

She gripped her bag tighter.

Another one stepped closer. “Drop chahiye kya?”

Sandhya’s heart thudded uncomfortably. “Please move aside.”

They didn’t.

In fact, one of them reached out —
to touch her shoulder.

Sandhya froze.

And then—

The temperature dropped.

The streetlight above flickered violently.
A sudden gust of cold wind tore across the lot.

The men looked up, startled.

“What the—?”

Before Sandhya could react, the man who reached for her was yanked backward with a force that sent him crashing onto the concrete.

The others stumbled back as if shoved by an unseen wall.

“Who did that?!” one shouted, fear rising in his voice.

Sandhya stood rooted, eyes wide.

And then she saw him.

Standing behind the men.
Solid.
Tall.
Dark.
Unmovingly calm.

Kapil.

His expression wasn’t angry —
it was lethal.

The air around him vibrated with a silent threat.

One of the men tried to speak, but his voice cracked.
“K-Kaun hai tu?!”

Kapil didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

Because the next moment, the streetlight behind him burst with a loud crack — sending all the men running for their lives.

Within seconds, the parking lot was silent again.

Sandhya stared at Kapil, breath shaking, fear and relief warring inside her.

“You…” she whispered.
“You protected me.”

Kapil didn’t move.
Didn’t smirk.
Didn’t boast.

He simply looked at her with a strange heaviness in his eyes.

“I had to,” he said quietly.
His voice was deep, steady — but not cold like before.
“You were afraid.”

Her lips parted. “You felt my fear?”

A muscle in his jaw tightened.
“I feel everything when it comes to you.”

Her heart clenched.

She should have run.
She should have screamed.
She should have questioned who — or what — he was.

Instead…

She stepped closer.

“Why?” she whispered.
“Why do you keep coming to me? Why protect me?”

Kapil’s eyes softened — for the first time in all the nights she had seen him.

His voice dropped to a whisper that felt like it touched her skin.

“Because I couldn’t watch you get hurt.”

Sandhya’s breath hitched.

Her fear…
melted.

What replaced it was something dangerous —
a warmth blooming in her chest,
a trembling relief,
a strange comfort in his presence.

Her voice broke softly.
“Thank you.”

Kapil inhaled sharply — as if her gratitude pierced him somewhere he hadn’t expected.

He turned his head away, expression hardening again, as though he was fighting something inside him.

“I didn’t do it for thanks,” he murmured.

“I know,” Sandhya whispered.

And for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of him.

For the first time…
she felt safe because of him.

Kapil’s eyes flicked back to her —
and something changed in their depths.
Something he didn’t intend.
Something he could no longer control.

Sandhya didn’t realize it yet.

But that night —
in a dim parking lot under a broken streetlight —
the distance between a human girl
and a spirit had shifted irreversibly.

Kapil had saved her.

And Sandhya had let him into her heart.

A Heart In Denial

Sandhya barely slept that night.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Kapil standing beneath the broken streetlight, shadows swirling behind him, his eyes burning not with hatred or coldness…

…but with something startlingly human.

He had saved her.
Protected her.
Fought for her.

A stranger who shouldn’t even exist in her world…
yet had become the anchor in the moment she thought she would break.

Why did he come? Why did he care? Who is he?

Questions spun in her head until dawn.

She kept telling herself one thing:

It was fear.
Not feelings.
Not attraction.
Not anything else.

But when morning sunlight touched her window, Sandhya found herself doing something she had never done before — she touched her cheek, as if expecting to feel the ghost of his cold breath again.

And her heart stuttered.

At the Office

She walked into Jindal Industries with her shoulders stiff, her mind determined to bury everything under work.

But denial was a fragile shield.

Especially when Angad was waiting for her outside her cubicle.

“Hey,” he said softly.
“You didn’t message me when you got home last night.”

Sandhya bit her lip. She had forgotten completely.

“I… things got hectic,” she said, struggling to stabilize her voice.

Angad studied her carefully — that gentle, attentive gaze that saw too much.

“You’re avoiding something,” he said quietly.

She froze.

Angad softened his tone.
“If it’s work pressure, I can lighten your load. If it’s something personal… I’m here.”

Her chest tightened.

Angad was safe.
Warm.
A good man with a good heart.

She should feel comfort around him.

Instead…

Her mind went back to the parking lot.
To the force that threw those men away.
To the eyes that softened only when looking at her.
To the voice that haunted her dreams.

To Kapil.

And she hated that a part of her felt… drawn.

Guilty, she pulled away from Angad’s gaze.
“I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” he said gently. “But I won’t push.”

His kindness made her chest ache.

It also intensified her denial.

Kapil wasn’t real.
He wasn’t normal.
He wasn’t someone she should think about.

So why couldn’t she stop?

A Day Filled with His Absence… and Presence

Sandhya spent the entire day avoiding reflective surfaces.

Her computer screen.
Glass doors.
Polished floors.

Because every reflection made her think of the moment she first saw Kapil behind her — unseen by the world, but unmistakably real.

Every flicker of shadow made her heart jump.
Every whisper of cold air made her breath pause.

And every single time—she told herself she didn’t care.

She repeated it like a chant:

I don’t feel anything for him.
I don’t want him near me.
I don’t want him in my dreams.
I don’t want him in my life.

But her heartbeat betrayed her.
Her trembling hands betrayed her.
Her constant thoughts betrayed her.

Nightfall

That evening, Sandhya sat on her bed, hugging her knees, staring at the darkened window.

No shadow.
No whisper.
No Kapil.

The room felt too quiet.

Too empty.

Why am I waiting? she scolded herself.
Why should I care if he appears or not?

She felt ashamed of the disappointment she couldn’t voice.

She buried her face in her hands.
“This is wrong… What’s happening to me?”

A pause.

Then—

“You’re thinking about me.”

Sandhya’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

Kapil stood near her window — shadows pooling at his feet, his expression unreadable, somewhere between controlled and conflicted.

Her heart betrayed her again.
It leapt.

“No,” she whispered. “I wasn’t.”

Kapil stepped closer, his presence cold and intense — yet strangely soothing.

“You were.”

Sandhya backed slightly. “Stop assuming things.”

Kapil tilted his head, studying her like she was a puzzle only he had the right to solve.

“I don’t need to assume,” he murmured.
“I can feel your heartbeat shift whenever I’m close.”

Her breath faltered.

“And,” his voice deepened,
“I can feel it when you miss me.”

Her cheeks flushed, her stomach tightened, her mind rebelled.

“That’s not true,” she whispered.
“I don’t… I don’t feel anything for you.”

Kapil stepped closer. The shadows around him softened rather than sharpened.

He leaned in — not touching her, but close enough that her body reacted without permission.

“Then why,” he whispered,
“do your hands tremble when I’m not here?”

Sandhya’s breath quivered.

“Why,” Kapil continued,
“do your eyes search the room before you sleep?”

She shook her head. “Stop.”

“And why,” he whispered, voice barely breath,
“did you step toward me last night instead of away?”

Sandhya closed her eyes, emotion swelling in her chest.

Fear.
Confusion.
Longing she refused to name.

“I don’t know why,” she whispered honestly.

Kapil’s expression changed — a flicker of something raw, unguarded.

“Then let it happen,” he murmured.

Sandhya opened her eyes.

“I’m afraid of you,” she whispered.

Kapil stepped back — but not from rejection.
From restraint.

“Good,” he said softly.
“You should be.”

His voice softened lower.

“Because I’m not the man you think I am.”

Her stomach twisted.

“But,” he added, eyes dark and unreadable,
“I will never hurt you. Never.”

And for the first time…Sandhya believed him.

Even though she didn’t know why.

Even though she shouldn’t.

Even though she was supposed to love Angad —
yet found her heart reacting to Kapil.

Sandhya pressed a trembling hand to her chest.

Her heart had begun choosing.

And that terrified her more than any spirit ever could.

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To be continued.

Kapil came to her rescue when she was in trouble. He cares deeply.

Kapil's words are very mysterious. If he will never harm her, then why should she be afraid of him?

Good That Kapil Won't Harm Her But His A Spirit And His Drawn To Her

I Don't Like Angad His Normal And Safe