DEAR BAVA: A Story Of Love, For The Story Of Life.

PROLOGUE

Arjun Shetty

Scrolling...Scrolling..and scrolling. You must be thinking that I am scrolling Instagram posts and reels. Then you're mistaken.

I was just scrolling through the hidden and secretive pictures of Avantika which were taken two months ago during our first meet-up after many months.

I looked at one of the specific pictures of her where she was dressed in a purple silk saree during the mehendi program.

I could not digest the fact of her sudden disappearance after the function. No calls. No messages and no more video calls.

It was like a complete blockage to me, I could not forget it, nor could I live peacefully with it.

I sat on the bed with my mental situation resembling that of a girl in her periods, all moody and dull. Funny how I was even ready to slap the living shit out of the next person who would bug me again.

"Are you starting your Arjun Reddy arc or are you in periods?" Looking up from my phone, I found my not-so-sisterly younger sister who was all dolled up in a traditional pink and yellow half saree.

"Why don't you get married? so that I can live in peace and harmony? And for fuck's sake, I am a boy, Mitra, not a girl!!" I yelled keeping my phone aside and threw my slipper at her.

But sadly she escaped from the attack.

"Find a groom from your field and I will get married on the spot." She taunted before throwing a paper bag on the bed and said, "Please be decent and bathe at least for today, because I honestly can't see any difference between you and the fishes in the market." she said smoothly without a hint of respect for her elder brother. Her face twisted at all angles as she made a look of disgust while fanning her hand in front of her face as if she stood in a dump yard.

Now that I see it, my room does look like a dump yard.

What in the world are you doing to me, Avantika?!?!

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"Where did this mental case get stuck?" Harsha's voice was filled with irritation as he searched for our sister, Mitra who received a call from Avantika's sister, Isha, and ran towards the entrance of the temple. It's been at least 20 minutes since she was gone, and there is no sign of her. She had told me how Avantika and her family were also coming to the temple for a small get-together.

Which only meant one thing, happiness for all and irritation for me and my partner in perfection, Aditya. All thanks to the spawns of the devil himself, Harsha, Mitra and Isha.

It was not a famous temple that would land me the spotlight or the hot topic in tomorrow's headline.

The temple was situated on the outskirts of Kanyakumari and its architecture was sculpted to perfection.

A few minutes later, I could hear the laughs of them which meant that they were getting close to the spot where we were standing.

My eyes started to light up as I searched for one specific person. Not until her voice made my heart beat in an unrhythmic manner.

There she was, Avantika, dressed beautifully in a navy blue half saree with a perfectly lined silver border. A creamish white long skirt with a colourful pochampally print that matches her elbow-length sleeved blouse.