Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
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I can't even begin to count the number of times I'd kiss myself if I could. Goddamn, Tanya, you're flawless.
Droplets of water slid down my skin after that hot shower, gleaming like stolen diamonds. My robe clung in all the right places, hair damp and wild, my reflection smirking back at me.
I whispered to myself with a smirk, "If I were a man, main khud ko hi confess kar deti."
(If I were a man, I'd confess to myself on the spot)
My lips curled higher. If perfection had a face, darlin, it'd be mine.
I was about to pick up my lehenga and that's when I heard footsteps. Soft. deliberate. My hand froze on the dresser's edge.
And there he was. Rohan Singh Shekawat. Meri zindagi ka permanent dard-e-sar.
(My life's permanent headache.)
Hazel eyes that gleamed like liquid fire, a smirk that looked carved by the devil himself, arms crossed like he owned the goddamn room.
"What the hell are you doing here?" My voice cracked, almost a scream. Thank god for the robe tied snug around me, or I'd already have blood on my hands.
He leaned against the doorframe, glassy grin intact. "Afraid I'll see something you don't want me to?"
Kya khaata hai yeh aadmi? Vitamin Besharmi?
(Seriously, what does this guy even eat? Vitamin Shamelessness?)
I crossed my arms, glare sharp enough to kill. "You've lost your damn mind." My pulse was sprinting. But he didn't need to know that!
He pushed off the wall, sauntering closer, each step measured like a predator who already knew the prey was cornered. "Mind? No, sweetheart. I just couldn't resist."
"J-just go away," I stammered and immediately cursed myself. Great, Tanya. Real smooth. Clap clap.
He chuckled, his eyes raked over me like he owned every inch. This stupid ass. He knows women drool over him, and he eats it up like dessert.
"How did you even know this was my room?" My eyes narrowed, refusing to drop from his.
He tilted his head, that wicked grin stretching wider. "I have my ways." And it makes me want to kick his ass.
Of course. This wasn't new. Back then, he'd show up at my doorstep unannounced, all smug charm and infuriating smirks, like a beautifully wrapped disaster I never asked for. And every time, my heart betrayed me.
"Stop being so creepy and leave," I snapped, smacking his hand away when his finger traced the edge of my robe. The audacity.
He leaned in, voice dropping to a velvet whisper against my ear. "Is this still one of your weak spots I know, or should I find new ones myself?"
