Where He Shouldn't Belong
TWO WORLDS
Mrunal wake upp.... You're going to be late.* Her mother’s voice echoed through the house for what felt like the tenth time.*
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“I’m up!” *Mrunal shouted back lazily, still wrapped in her blanket.*
Her phone buzzed beside her.
💬 Bestie: WAKE UP 😭
💬 Mrunal: I am awake
💬 Bestie: Liar.
💬 Mrunal: Don’t expose me like that
💬 Bestie: Temple jaana hai na aaj?
💬 Mrunal: Haan…
Author's POV
Mrunal sighed, finally sitting up.
Her life had always been like this—simple, warm, predictable.
She stood in front of the mirror a while later, adjusting her white dress, her expression soft and calm.
For her, the temple wasn’t just a place.
It was peace.
Something constant.
Something safe.
Something she never thought would change.
Somewhere far from her quite world.....
Man 2
He's not saying anything
Zayan stood there, his expression unreadable, his presence enough to make the room feel smaller.
..
“Then you’re wasting my time.”
Man 1
We tried-- *Nervously*
Zayan shaikh (ML)
Leave *❄️*
The room emptied in seconds, leaving only him and the man who was now too scared to even look up.
Zayan shaikh (ML)
Last chance *❄️* stepped closer. Slow.clam. terrifying
suspect..
Dockyard road… 11 PM… I swear that’s everything!
Zayan watched him quietly.
No emotion.
No reaction.
Just silence.
Then—
He turned away.
Zayan shaikh (ML)
Handle it *❄️*
Back in her world, Mrunal stepped out of her house, sunlight brushing against her face as she made her way toward the temple.
---
She didn’t know it yet.
But this simple, ordinary morning…
Was about to become the reason her life would never be the same again.
Author's POV
Zayan sat in his car, the city moving around him like noise he had long stopped hearing.
Then—
He saw her.
For a moment, everything stilled.
White dress.
Calm eyes.
Standing at the temple like she belonged to a world untouched by everything he was.
Zayan didn’t look away.
Not this time.
Because something about her…
Didn’t feel like a coincidence.
The first glance
The temple was quieter than usual that morning.
The soft ringing of bells, the faint scent of incense, and the low whispers of prayers filled the air in a way that felt… peace
Mrunal stepped inside, her footsteps slow, familiar.
This place had always grounded her.
No matter how chaotic life got—this was where everything made sense.
She closed her eyes, folding her hands gently as she began to pray.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
Just peace. That’s all I ask for. Nothing complicated. Nothing that changes everything…
Outside the temple—
A black car stood still.
Engine off.
Windows slightly tinted.
And inside it, Zayan watched.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t left.
He didn’t know why he was still here.
But for the first time in a long time… he wasn’t in a hurry.
Zayan shaikh (ML)
💭 Zayan’s POV:
Why her? Out of everyone… why does she feel different?
She stepped out a few minutes later, adjusting her dupatta, her expression calm—
Until she felt it.
That strange, heavy feeling.
Like someone was watching her.
Her eyes lifted.
And for a moment—
Time slowed.
Their eyes met.
No words.
No movement.
Just silence stretched between two completely different worlds.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
Who is he…? Why does it feel like I’ve seen him before?
Zayan shaikh (ML)
💭 Zayan’s POV:
She’s not afraid…
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Who are you?” she whispered, almost to herself.
Zayan couldn’t hear her words.
But somehow—
It felt like he understood the question.
A man stepped closer to his car from the side.
Guard
“Sir, we should leave.”
Zayan didn’t respond immediately.
His eyes were still on her.
Zayan shaikh (ML)
“…Wait.”❄️
Back near the temple entrance, Mrunal finally broke eye contact, turning away quickly as if she had done something wrong.
Her heart was racing.
And she didn’t know why.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
This is weird. I don’t like this. Just go home.
But as she walked away—
She could still feel it.
That gaze.
Following her.
Zayan watched her leave until she disappeared into the crowd.
Only then did he lean back slightly, his expression unreadable
Zayan shaikh (ML)
“Find out who she is.”❄️
Zayan closed his eyes for a brief second.
Not out of tiredness.
But to understand something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Interest.
And somewhere far ahead—
Trouble had already begun.
Author's POV
Tired already guys 😫
Author's POV
This is not easy as I thought just leave your thoughts and tell me if everything is perfect or not.... Byeeeeee 👋
What she's fighting for
The walk back home felt longer than usual.
Mrunal tried to focus on everything around her—the sound of traffic, the voices of people passing by, the warmth of the sun—
Anything but that moment.
Those eyes.
That feeling.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
Why am I still thinking about him…? It was just a look. Nothing more.
She shook her head lightly, almost forcing the thought away.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Stupid,” she murmured to herself.
By the time she reached home, her expression had softened back into something normal.
Familiar.
Safe.
But the moment she stepped inside—
She stopped.
Her mother stood near the small shelf in the corner.
The one with her father’s photograph.
A small diya burned beside it.
And in her mother’s eyes—
There were tears.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Aai…” Mrunal’s voice came out softer than she expected.
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
Her mother quickly wiped her eyes, turning slightly. “You’re back?”
Mrunal stepped closer, her gaze shifting to the photo.
Her father’s gentle smile stared back at them—unchanged, untouched by time.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“You were crying again,” Mrunal said quietly.
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
“I wasn’t,” her mother replied, but her voice betrayed her.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
Mrunal sighed, placing her hand gently on her mother’s shoulder.
“You know he wouldn’t like this, right?” she said, trying to sound serious.
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
Her mother gave a faint smile. “Oh really? And how do you know that?”
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Because if he was here, he’d say…” Mrunal straightened a little, deepening her voice in a playful imitation—
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Why are you crying when you have ME as your daughter?”
Her mother let out a small laugh despite herself.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“And then he’d add,” Mrunal continued dramatically, “You should be proud. Raising such a talented, beautiful, intelligent—”
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
“Okay, bas!” her mother interrupted, laughing properly now.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
Mrunal grinned. “See? I fixed your mood.”
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
Her mother shook her head, wiping the last of her tears. “Pagal ladki.”
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Your pagal ladki,” Mrunal replied softly.😁
For a moment, silence settled again—but this time, it wasn’t heavy.
It was warm.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
I won’t let her feel alone. Not ever.
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
Her mother looked at her carefully. “Did you prepare for your interview?”
Mrunal's expression changed instantly.
Nervous.
Focused.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“Yes,” she nodded. “I’ve been trying really hard.”😩
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
“It’s a big company, Mrunal…"
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“I know.”
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
“Selection won’t be easy.”
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
“I know that too.”
Her voice was calm—but her fingers tightened slightly.
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
💭 Mrunal's POV:
This isn’t just an interview. This is everything.
“I have to get this,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.
Shravani deshmukh (FL's Mother)
Her mother softened, placing a hand on her cheek. “You will. I trust you.”
Mrunal deshmukh (FL)
Mrunal smiled faintly.
“I hope they do too.”
Just like that more in her preparation and tention this day was done
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