This story is of a girl who didn't even care of others and a boy who was son of a rich family.... Car accident..... Their first meet ....love at first sight naah hate at first sight...
------------Adisha X Aditya -------------
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"God knows what's the reason of this party but still as it's the party related to father and his business so hope there would not be any kind of drama and we are the organisers....we have to do our best..."
Suddenly I realised that I don't have clothes.... sorry let me correct it I have clothes but I can't decide what should I wear....
After few hours we all had our dinner and all went straight to their respective rooms...and mummy entered my room and questioned me that have I decided the dress I will wear tomorrow....
"Nah mummy please help me" I started to jump over the bed like I am 4 years old kid who just recieved chocolates.....
Mummy turned around and head towards the wardrobe and selected a white dress Indian style... I rarely wear Western I love Indian style suits kind of stuff simple stuff ...
After few minutes of talk she left my room and I started scrolling Instagram....
Notification popped up and I saw text of Tanu....
"Hey...are you alive...!!"
"Yah... I am what's the matter...."
"Actually I want to ask you.... what will you wear tomorrow we will try to twin...."
"Ahh that's a white suit "
"Ok... done I'll wear a white dress...too.."
"Ok....then good night"
"Good night love ....miss me ok...."
"Shut up and sleep and let me sleep too..."
"Don't become angry bird.... I am just about to enter the bed..... good night "
"Good night "....
Oh God this girl for sure this will be jealous of my future husband too.... because she don't want any other person to call me love.... God knows why she is like this .......
