Chapter - 1 A bollywood wali Love at First Sight✨️
Seoul Airport, Terminal Departure Area
"Come on, A/N di, you need to be fast. We're at the airport, not a railway station where Shah Rukh Khan will magically appear to help you get on the train," teased Snigdha, grinning mischievously.
"Ugh, being their eldest sister's bestie or sister is a full-time job, and the pay is just constant chaos," A/N sighed while lugging the luggage to the bag scanner.
"This is what you get for disturbing me while I was having my time with my boyfie," complained Saira, the youngest, with a playful pout.
"I swear if you won't stop watching that 'My fault' thing, I'll get a car from Baba and run it over you," threatened A/N, trying to keep up with the chaos.
"Okay, okay, babe. Chill, chill!" Saira laughed, enjoying the whole situation.
AN, feeling the weight of the moment, was ready to take her sandals off but took a deep breath to maintain composure.
"I still can't believe we're going to get a Jiju," Snigdha exclaimed excitedly.
"All because of our cutie, sexy, lovely YN unnie. You're going to be a bride soon, thanks to her matchmaking skills. Otherwise, you wouldn't have made me an aunt," Saira said in a baby voice, hugging A/N, who rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at the adorableness.
After the luggage scanning and submission, AN, YN, and her sisters Saira and Snigdha were set to go to India for AN's wedding. YN played the role of matchmaker, setting A/N up on a blind date with her assistant. Love blossomed, and now they were off to tie the knot.
AN's P.O.V
My introduction is done. NOW LET ME TELL A LOT OF STUFFS ABOUT MY MATCHMAKER BESTIE and HER DEVIL ASSISTANTS.
"Ms. YN Khanna, eldest daughter of Dr. Y/F Khanna. She's even a doctor herself. Very enthusiastic, cultured, and definitely a DESI queen."
"Ms. Snigdha Khanna, the middle daughter, a family girl, artistic, and a literature student."
"And last but not least, Ms. Saira Khanna, the youngest daughter, completely delusional, the little baby in her family, and the fighter one."
"Wait a minute!? Where's the main organizer? AAGHHH THIS Y/N. She went to attend Diya's wedding, and here these bitches are making me plan my own funeral," AN cried.
On the other side of the airport, YN was rushing in.
"Oh, shit, I literally got late for the flight. Well, the pani puri was amazing, but I should've checked the time at least. RUN YN RUNNN!!" she shouted, sprinting towards the terminal.
As YN was running with her bag inside, she bumped into someone. Closing her eyes, she was ready to embrace the floor like Jimin, but a strong, muscular arm caught her around the waist. Opening her eyes, she found herself locked in the beauty of those Dragon eyes staring right into her soul. Even with a black mask covering his face, his eyes spoke volumes.
Her hair was blowing, touching his face. She stood up, picked up her stuff, and he bowed down to help. "You're alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I'm so sorry. Thank you so much," she hurriedly ran away.
That person's P.O.V
"Aaghh, I told them to come to the airport by 1 pm, and these brats. I swear to God, one day I'll literally save their eyebrows."
As I was scrolling on my phone, I felt a strong push from behind. Turning around, a girl was almost falling to the ground, but I held her.
She was wearing a long white shirt with blue embroidery. Her eyes were charming, brown doe eyes that transported me to another dimension. A small nose piercing adorned her cute, plump lips. She was like a goddess drawn in a majestic way. Her soft, silky hair was blowing on my face. WAIT!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?? Why am I getting these thoughts??
She hurriedly freed herself from me, knelt down to gather her stuff, and I bowed down to check if she's fine. She stood up fast and said, "Yeah, and I'm so sorry. Thank you so much," then ran away.
"Cute," I mumbled, noticing she dropped something. Wait!? Is that an earring?
"HYUNG!!!"
(To be continued)
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