Rajveer really likes to keep his life in order and doesn't like anything that messes it up. But when his mom insists he spend the summer with a woman she introduces him to, Rajveer has no choice. Even though he didn't want to, he ends up caught in a...
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As I stood outside the train station, my gaze fixed on the station gate, watching the steady stream of people filtering out into the crowd, a sense of frustration gnawed at me.
It had been an hour since I arrived, following my mother's instructions to be here by a quarter to five, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the train. Yet, as the clock mercilessly ticked towards quarter to six, there was still no sign of her.
My jaw clenched with impatience and doubt crept into my mind.
Was she really coming? Or was she one of the people who catfish others ? The uncertainty weighed heavily on me as I scanned the bustling platform, searching for any glimpse of the girl who had promised my mother to meet me here.
Yet again if this girl actually shows up, I would have to live with her for an entire summer. Even worse, I would have to treat her like a fiancée. What the hell did I know about that?
i took out my phone out of my pocket and pulled up the picture my mom had sent me. If she hadn't assured me she'd already met the girl, I would have thought this was a prime example of catfishing. The person in the photograph was almost too beautiful to be—
Suddenly, someone stepped into my personal space.
"Mr. Rajveer Singh."
I looked up from my phone and found myself staring into the same light-green eyes from the picture. Only this time in real life.
It was her.
"Hi," I said reflexively.
She smiled, and my thoughts stumbled. Bright-red lips, straight white teeth, stunning eyes. She was more than just pretty—hot, gorgeous, breathtaking. Not that I cared about such things.
My gaze unintentionally dropped below her chest, and my mouth went dry. She was like a walking fantasy. Apparently, I was a boob man, a leg man, and an hourglass-figure man. How did they look so long when she was so short? Maybe it was those three-inch heels.
Realizing my inappropriate thoughts, I forced my gaze back to her face. Back when my family had hopes of me dating, my sister made me memorize a set of rules, considering my lack of experience with women.
Back when my family still had hopes of me dating, siya bhabhi had made me memorize a set of rules since I was so good at following them.
But clearly, I am not so good at following them.
THE RULES WHEN YOU'RE WITH A GIRL:
1. Open and shut doors.
2. Pull out chairs and push them back in.
3. Pay for everything.
4. Carry everything. (That included her purse if she wanted. Never mind the fact that he preferred keeping his hands free.)
