In the bustling city of Mumbai, lived a restaurateur named Advay Malhotra. With a humble beginning, born into a poor family, Advay had always harbored a burning desire to work hard and earn enough money to fulfill his requirements. He was not a man...
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Why did I even come here? I cursed myself silently as my "best friends" bombarded me with questions, leaving me exhausted. "So, did you manage to get his phone number?" Reyhana inquired eagerly after I recounted every detail of the meeting. "No," I replied, only to receive a playful smack on my head. "Ouch! Why'd you hit me?" I winced, rubbing my head. "Because you deserve it. You're likely going to marry this guy, and you don't even have his number. Haven't the novels you've read taught you the basics?" Kiara teased. "I'll ask my mom for his number," I responded. They both scoffed but agreed reluctantly.
Sighing in relief, I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and when I opened my eyes, they were both staring at me oddly. "What?" I asked, confused. "Call your mom," Reyhana urged. I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I questioned. "You said you were going to ask her for his number, so call her now," Kiara explained. My eyes widened, and I exclaimed, "I didn't mean right now!" They hushed me, reminding me that there were clients in the next room. Rolling my eyes, I complied.
"Come on, ask her, Idika," Reyhana whined. "No, it's barely been a day. You're asking me to call him already?" I protested, wide-eyed. "So what? After all, a rishta has been established. You have the right," Kiara replied with a teasing smile. "Nope, I'm not asking for his number right now, nor am I going to call him. I'd sound desperate," I declared firmly, while Kiara shook her head disappointedly and reached for her phone to make a call.
As Kiara dialed a number, I watched her with a mix of curiosity and confusion. She glanced back at me with a mischievous grin before putting the phone to her ear. I couldn't help but wonder who she was calling.
"Hello, Namaste Aunty" She spoke with extra sweetness. OH FUCK, she did not just.....shit. Bhagwan ji mene kya ghor paap kiye the jo mujhe aapne aise dost dediye. Kyun Kanha Ji. I cried inwardly.
Just as I moved to snatch her phone, my foot brushed against the edge of the cabinet. A sharp pain shot through me, and I winced, instinctively bending down to press my pinky finger against the throbbing area, hoping for some relief.
Reyhana stood there with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide in amusement as she watched my clumsy mishap. Then, unable to contain herself any longer, she burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and echoing off the walls.
Kiara ended the call with a smirk, then sauntered over to me, extending her hand to help me up. I shot her a deadly glare, but she simply ignored it, maintaining her smirk as she waited for me to accept her assistance. "Saali bhen ki pakori" I cursed her in my mind.
Ignoring Kiara's outstretched hand, I pushed myself up to a standing position, determined to maintain my composure despite the embarrassment of my clumsy stumble. With a pointed look at Kiara, I straightened my posture, and rolled my eyes at her.
