"Kabir Malhotra, a 25-year-old, young, handsome, gym freak, always a hot topic among girls. He's known to be rude and doesn't care about anyone except his younger brother, Kiaan Malhotra, and his father. Coming from a privileged background, he's use...
Ek din kabhi jo khud ko taraashe Meri nazar se tu zara Haaye re Aankhon se teri kya kya chhupa hai Tujhko dikhaaoon main zara Haaye re Ek ankahi si daastaan daastaan Kehne lagega aaina Subhanallah
Jo ho raha hai pehli dafa hai
Wallah aisa hua Subhanallah Jo ho raha hai pehli dafa hai Wallah, aisa hua
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Kabir's Pov
Was Dadi right? Should I give her a chance? I think I should talk to her . I ponder silently.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" Aadhira interrupts, bringing me back to reality.
"Oh, nothing," I reply, trying to brush off my thoughts for now.
"Okay, I've taken a bath and I'm going to make breakfast. Let me know if you want anything special in it," she asks, her voice filled with warmth and concern.
Just as I looked up, I noticed that she had taken a bath and was ready to go outside. She looked stunning in her blue kurta paired with white palazzo and chunni, letting her hair open down with a touch of sindoor and gloss. I couldn't help but gaze at her, completely captivated by her beauty. Her jhumkas making her look like a queen , My queen.
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"Hey," she said, waving her hands in front of me, snapping me out of my trance.
And that's when I realised what I was thinking , I was calling her queen that too mine ! Oh god what is she doing !
"What were you thinking?" she asked again her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Umm, nothing," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "You can make whatever you want. I'll just have my usual black coffee and avocado toast" I replied, avoiding direct eye contact with her.
"Nooo, absolutely not! You're not going to have that! I'm going to make vegetable soup for you, and that's what you're going to have," she declares in a bossy tone, holding the comb in her hand as if it were a knife to my side.
"Okay, okay, calm down, angry young woman," I reply, surrendering to her demands.
"Good," she responds with a mischievous grin, making her way to the kitchen.
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AADHIRA'S POV
My sleep was abruptly interrupted as I noticed him stirring, attempting to get up. I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed at all. If I were back home, I probably wouldn't have even bothered waking up.
