A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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The next day arrived too soon.
Advantika moved swiftly around her room, making sure she packed everything she needed. She glanced at the clock—it was already 3 PM. If she didn’t hurry, she might not reach the train on time.
She double-checked her bags:
✅ Scrubs ✅ Indian outfits ✅ Western wear ✅ Daily essentials ✅ Jewelry
A sigh of relief left her lips. “Checked. Everything’s packed. Now, I need to get ready.”
Walking over to her closet, she stood there for what felt like forever, staring at her clothes, unable to decide what to wear. Something simple. Something comfortable.
Her fingers skimmed over the fabrics before she finally picked out a soft pink short kurti and paired it with wide-legged blue jeans. It felt effortless, but elegant. A silver watch clasped onto her wrist, and just as she was about to step away, her eyes landed on a pair of small, decent jhumkas.
She put them on.
Perfect.
With one final glance in the mirror, she smiled. She looked simple, yet… there was a certain charm to her appearance today.
Feeling satisfied, she moved on to the next important task—packing snacks.
Not some. Many.
Because being a Gujarati, she couldn’t imagine a train journey without them.
Just as she sealed the last container, her phone buzzed.
Surbhi calling…
“Meet me downstairs in the complex,” Surbhi’s voice chirped through the speaker.
“On my way,” Advantika replied, picking up her luggage. One bag was filled with clothes, the other strictly food. She locked her door, checking it twice before making her way down.
As she stepped outside, she spotted them immediately.
Surbhi. Ashish. And… Advik.
They stood there, waiting, their gazes meeting hers the moment she approached. But hers lingered on him.
He looked too good.
Casual, yet effortlessly striking. The black watch on his wrist, the crisp white shirt underneath a black jacket, blue jeans hugging his frame just right, and of course, his sneakers—why did he have to look like this?
She swallowed hard, trying not to let her thoughts spiral.
"Why, men?! Why does he have to look so damn good in casuals? Lord, save me."
She quickly turned away, willing herself not to fall for him.
They loaded their luggage into the car, and soon, the four of them were on their way, music playing softly in the background, conversations flowing easily between them.
