ISHQ HAI

Chapter 3

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When Meera stepped into Arohi’s room during her internship, she noticed that Abhimanyu was already there. He flashed her a warm smile, and she returned a polite one. Shortly after, Abhimanyu left the room.

"Hmm, Meera, tum na mera washroom use kar lo. Main bhaiya wala use kar lungi," Arohi suggested with a friendly smile.

("Hmmm, Meera, you can use my washroom for that. I will use Bhaiya's washroom for that,")

"Okay," Meera replied, and Arohi walked out of the room.

Left alone, Meera’s eyes wandered around the room. It was painted in soft shades of pink, with a large bed positioned in the center, adorned with an array of cute pillows. Above the bed, a beautiful chandelier hung, casting a soft glow over the room. To her left, there was a spacious closet, attached to both the washroom and the room itself. On the right side, there was a study table near a big window that allowed the sunlight to pour in, creating a warm and inviting space.

After admiring the room, Meera entered the closet, which was also painted pink. Two chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a delicate light over the room. After taking in the sight, Meera moved to the washroom and freshened up.

Feeling refreshed, Meera changed into a cute pink Patiala suit. With just a touch of moisturizer and lip balm, she looked effortlessly beautiful. Satisfied with her appearance, she left Arohi’s room. As she descended the stairs, a loud scream pierced the air—Arohi’s voice. Alarmed, Meera rushed toward the sound, her heart racing.

When she reached the source, she froze in shock. Standing too close to Arohi was the same boy whose bike Meera had hit earlier. Arohi had fought with him back then, and now he was here, smirking arrogantly.

"Tum... tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Arohi stammered, clearly unsettled by his closeness, her eyes widening with confusion.

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"You... what are you doing here?")

The boy didn’t respond immediately. Instead, his smirk deepened as he took a step closer, almost invading her personal space. His casual arrogance only made Arohi’s irritation grow.

"Main tumse baat kar rahi hoon! Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Arohi asked again, her tone sharper, pushing him back with her hand.

("I'm talking to you! What are you doing here?")

With a casual shrug, he leaned against the wall. "Yeh mere dost ka ghar hai. Jab chahe aa sakta hoon," he replied coolly. "Par tum batao, tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?"

("This is my friend's house. I can come over whenever I want,")

("But tell me, what are you doing here?")

Arohi’s irritation flared. "Yeh mera ghar hai! Tumhara dost kaun hai?" she shot back, folding her arms defensively.

("This is my house! Who is your friend?")