Four friends.
Tangled relationships.
Strong friendships.
One heartbroken.
One crushed.
Two confused.
The one diagnosis that connects them all? Love.
Join this beautiful (At least I think so 😁😅) journey of Aaradhya, Armaan, Nidhi and Shaurya...
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"Saawan ki ghataa chhayi, Ye dekh ke dil jhuma,"
"Ji dil jhumega if we change the radio station and listen to good vibe songs," Shaurya spoke over the soft serenading of Deewana Hua Badal.
Armaan turned down the volume completely, earning glares from Shaurya and Nidhi.
"Why did you turn down the music? Acha, Aaru, play from your phone," Nidhi frowned as Aaradhya began plugging in the aux cable to her phone.
"Please, if we've come to listen to Behenji type songs, then I'd rather pass," Armaan taunted as his gaze remained on the road in front.
"Maan, stop being so salty! I swear, who peed in your breakfast this morning?" Nidhi let out an exaggerated huff as Aaradhya scowled at her language, "Maan, you have no clue, she has a great taste in music. Don't listen to him, Aaru!"
Aaradhya played her favourite road trip song as she felt a pang in her heart.
Some things just don't change, and when it comes to feelings and emotions, they never do.
"Let me go passing by,
Let me go come back in time,
Let me be who I am,
All through this time"
The melody serenaded the interiors of the car as Aaradhya felt a wave of nostalgia and comfort glide through her, as she rested her head against the window and let herself go.
Armaan swayed his head to the beat, definitely shocked by Aaradhya's music taste. He certainly didn't expect this. . .But then again, who was he to even expect anything from her?
If it was her, she'd choose that same old 'Hai Apna Dil Toh Aawara'. . .He winced upon the memory.
"Shaurya dear, someone was just saying how he'd pass on our dear Aaradhya's behenji song taste. . .but look at them bobbing their head along," Nidhi cooed from the backseat, and Armaan immediately sat still grumbling,
"I did nothing, and this is okay, not," his voice went soft all of a sudden as he mumbled, "behenji types."
"Did you say something? Nidhi madam ji, Doll, did you hear?" Shaurya cupped his palm around his ear.
"I said, it's not Behenji types," He gritted each word, ignoring Nidhi and Shaurya's snickers. He felt Aaradhya's gaze on him before she rested it on the streets that passed by with buildings, shops and other small knick-knacks.
