This is a yarn of two best friends who met via social media and were inseparable and then how they met two other best friends and fell in love .
AASHIKA SINGH is sweet and generous with a sunshine vibe
whereas
MAYRA KAPOOR is rogue and savage wit...
The journey from Delhi to Udaipur was long, but the Malhotra mansion welcomed Vihaan and Aadvik with its familiar warmth. Nestled amidst the serene landscapes of Rajasthan, the estate stood as a testament to the family's legacy. The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the sprawling gardens, awakening the household with its gentle embrace.
Aadvik, ever the early riser, commenced his day with a refreshing bath, followed by prayers at the family temple. He then made his way to the elders, offering prasad and seeking their blessings—a ritual that brought a sense of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.
During breakfast, the family gathered around the grand dining table. Mrs. Malhotra, with her ever-present grace, addressed Vihaan, "Beta, we need to send out the invitations for the bhajan program promptly." Vihaan nodded, making a mental note to delegate the task. Turning to Aadvik, she added, "Could you accompany me to the sweet shop? The drivers are preoccupied."
Aadvik smiled, "Of course, Aunty. It would be my pleasure."
Aadvik's POV:
Driving through the bustling streets of Udaipur in Vihaan's Mercedes-Benz, I felt a sense of nostalgia. The city's charm was unparalleled, with its narrow lanes and vibrant markets. To lighten the mood, I played some classic 90s tunes, hoping to make the ride enjoyable for Mrs. Malhotra.
Upon reaching the renowned sweet shop, the aroma of freshly prepared delicacies greeted us. Mrs. Malhotra, with her discerning taste, pondered aloud, "Should we get besan ladoo or motichoor ladoo?"
I chuckled, recalling Vihaan's aversion to besan ladoo. "Why not both? That way, everyone gets their favorite."
She laughed, "You're so thoughtful, Aadvik. Just like the son I always wished for."
As she engaged with the shopkeeper, my attention was drawn to a young woman in a delicate pink kurti. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and she held a bouquet of lilies. There was an ethereal quality about her, a grace that was hard to ignore.
She spoke to the staff, "You always know what I want," her voice melodious. In that moment, I felt an inexplicable pull towards her.
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(Outfit worn by the mysterious girl)
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(Lilies in her hand)
"Where are you lost, Aadvik beta?" Mrs. Malhotra's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Uh, yes aunty! Nothing, just admiring the beautiful shop," I replied, coming up with a lame excuse. She laughed and said, "I called out for you five times, lost man!" With that, she headed towards the exit.
I turned to look for the girl again, but she was gone. My heart sank. I searched everywhere, feeling panicked at the thought of never seeing her again. Then, I found a jhumka (an earring) on the floor. Yes, she was wearing this! I carefully took the jhumka and stormed it in my pocket and, asked the staff where she went, but they didn't know. Finally, one of them pointed to a rickshaw where she had sat and left. I thanked him and rushed back to the car.
Mrs. Malhotra was already there, but I didn't care for now. I have to follow the rickshaw. "Aadvik, that's not the way! Where are you lost?" she asked. "There's a friend of mine I want to meet before going," I lied, feeling frustrated with my excuses. "A friend? Wow. I never knew you had friends here," she remarked, surprised.
The rickshaw took a turn to a narrow street, but my car couldn't follow, and I felt the heat rising inside me. I questioned Maa Durga!! Whyyy?? Whyy did this have to happen? I made a U-turn and headed straight back to the mansion, unable to stop thinking about my Lily. Oh my god, I was obsessed. I'd given her a nickname, and I couldn't get her out of my head. I'd never even seen her face, but in my mind, she must be as beautiful as sunshine and flowers in a morning yard. I didn't understand what was happening to me. I lost my heart when I lost her in the street. Despite knowing that our paths will never cross again, the allure of that girl, I never even saw captivated me .
Mayra's POV :
I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw my company ranked in the top 5 architectural firms. It was a remarkable achievement considering I had only started the company two years ago. Ranking 3rd in all of India and 1st in Bengaluru filled me with joy and pride. I couldn't contain my excitement; and was over the moon. Glancing at my competitors, Mr. Khurana and Mr. Malhotra, I couldn't help but feel a mix of determination and strategy. I knew Mr. Khurana's reputation for manipulating the rankings, but I would outsmart him. As for Mr. Malhotra, I respected his dedication and work ethic but also feared his aversion to betrayal. To take my company to the next level, I decided it was time to roll the dice in Delhi. I instructed my assistant to send collaboration requests to both companies and eagerly awaited their responses. Just as I was contemplating my next move, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. One of staff arrived bearing a bouquet of lilies and a box of besan ladoo, my favorite treat. I suspected it was a surprise gift from Aashika, all the way from Rajasthan. But how did Aashika find out before I even told her the news?
Without wasting a moment, I dialed Aashika's number. As soon as she answered, she erupted into excited screams, "CONGRATULATIONS MY GIRL!!!!" Her enthusiasm was infectious; it felt like my ears might burst with her joy.
After thanking her, I couldn't help but ask, "How did you find out?" Aashika chuckled and explained, "I read about it on my phone yesterday. Duh! I've got notifications set up for these kinds of things. I knew before you did and planned this surprise, just like every year when you achieve something, I make sure you get your favorite sweets."
Her thoughtfulness nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn't help but blush with gratitude. But Aashika, being her classy self, had to leave. Before saying goodbye, I wished her luck, and she flashed a warm smile before hanging up.
Aashika always had a knack for making my special days even more special. As the year drew to a close, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence in my life. With her by my side, I felt ready to face whatever the new year had in store for us. Her presence was as wonderful as her thoughts and as soothing as her voice.
_________________________________________ As promised! Interesting part is finally here But wait. We still don't know who the mysterious girl is!! There are many plot twists- Never trust the writer. Chapter 4 when now?
