Diya Mehta loves her simple life, which is full of quiet joys and big dreams.
However, things get out of hand when she has to become a replacement for her cousin Riya, who ran away.
Diya gets married to Rishabh Singh Rathore all of a sudden, a ric...
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I unlocked the room and we entered.
Diya, stumbled slightly, her laughter echoing in the room.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but smile despite the dull ache in my knuckles.
As we made our way to the center of the suite, Diya suddenly turned serious, her hands flying to her mouth in shock.
"Rishuuu, your knuckles are bleeding!" she exclaimed, her words slightly slurred.
"I am fine" I said.
"Shut up!", without missing a beat, she pushed me towards the seating area and made me sit down.
In her slightly drunk state, Diya stumbled over to the bathroom and searched through the travel pouch for a first aid kit.
She returned with a small box of bandages and ointment, her eyes sparkling with determination.
With gentle hands, she carefully cleaned my wounds and applied the bandages while humming a soft tune.
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.
I don't know why and how we are suddenly behaving as if we were characters in some quirky rom-com.
After bandaging my knuckles she smiled in satisfaction.
