Trust~ the most difficult glass to build yet easiest to break.
Shivantika Oberoi, a normal fashion student living with her mother, brother and maternal side family peacefully.
Aadhish Shergill, an often questioned 'normal businessnessman' living wi...
[they are here to watch their favorite movie, not to buy clothes.]
While we were at the ice cream parlour, Reyansh received a call from Manisha aunty that all of them had dropped by at a famous Indian attire store, since the collection seemed appealing.
"Aadhish, why don't you also select a kurta? You barely have any Indian pairs." I gave her a prompt nod, not wanting to get into another lecture as per 'why we should follow Indian culture and how we should embrace our culture.'
She'll turn into Kajol from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Guam with 'Mera Bharat Maahan hai'.
I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button to the second floor to reach the men's section. As I reached there it was chaos.
Vishesh screamed across the room to call Shivantika to have her help him. I seriously at this point can't help but hate on her.
First this girl crashed her car with mine otherwise I would've died in my young thirties, and then she came out and lashed out on me, now when we met she said I was being inauthentic.
Shivantika walked past me angrily, moving towards Vishesh. "Stop howling like a dog, what do you want!" She started to grace Vishesh by finding Kurta's for him.
Looks like everyone had help and I'm Salman Khan. Prerna bhabhi was helping Reyansh, Aashika was helping Armaan, Aadhira was forced to help Abhishek by bhabhi and Amaira was just looming behind Sharvil.
In a flicker of an eye, Vishesh was holding amaira's wrist and dragging her with him. "Shivs, you can help someone else. Amaira will help me." Iska iske saath kuch chal raha hai?
[do they both have something between them?]
Shivantika tossed the kurta on Vishesh's face and left, wandering around with her hands clasped together behind her back.
"Shivantika." Reyansh addressed all of a sudden.
"Yes bhai?" She asked with innocent eyes, why am I watching the drama standing here. By the time we leave and if I don't buy anything mom will decimate me.
"You are wandering free like coriander and chilli right, go help Aadhish." I pressed my lips into a thin line, and brushed my fingers, almost covering my mouth to hide my expression.
Wandering free? Like coriander and chilli? What is she a vegetable at a vegetable market? And also, why would I take her help?
"What makes you think I'll help him?" "What makes you think I'll take her help?" Both of us said in unison with no plans. Damn, talk about connection—what? Anyways.
