This is a yarn of two best friends who met via social media and were inseparable and then how they met two other best friends and fell in love .
AASHIKA SINGH is sweet and generous with a sunshine vibe
whereas
MAYRA KAPOOR is rogue and savage wit...
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I woke up feeling dizzy, with the only sound audible to my ears being Aashika's frantic shouts. She was saying something, but it took a moment for her words to cut through the fog in my head. "Mayra, wake up! We don't know where we are!!"
I knew exactly where we were. "It's Vihaan's villa, baby! Sleep," I mumbled, trying to pull her back into the cocoon of sleep.
"Vihaan's villa? You know what you said, right?"
"Yes, I know... whatttt? Vihaan's place?" I screamed, sitting up in a shot as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
The vodka hangover was still playing games with my head as I scrambled to my feet, looking for my phone. "What the fuck, Mayra? What are you wearing? Men's shirt?"
I looked down and saw the oversized shirt I was wearing. I vaguely remembered changing into it. I remembered Vihaan's grin in the dark room. My head throbbed as I sat back down, putting both hands on my head, trying to recall the night.
"Did something happen between you and...?" Aashika began, her voice trailing off.
"No! Of all the people still alive on earth, I would die before sleeping with him," I cut her off, vehemently.
She looked at me suspiciously. "I changed because I woke up in the middle of the night and he offered me his shirt so I could be comfortable. I don't remember anything else besides changing my dress and sleeping," I explained.
She hugged me tightly. "Damn! He cares about you."
"What? Noo!" I protested.
"Well, that's what it looks like, no?"
I was about to defend the situation further when we heard a knock on the door. "Breakfast is ready."
I exchanged a glance with Aashika, her eyes wide with curiosity and mischief. We both got up and headed towards the door, still in our nightclothes.
Vihaan stood there, looking impossibly fresh and put-together. "Good morning, ladies," he said with a smile that was too bright for this hour, or maybe it was just my hangover talking.
"Morning," I muttered, rubbing my temples.
"I hope you both slept well," he continued, his eyes flicking to the oversized shirt I was wearing and then back to my face, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yes, thank you," Aashika piped up cheerfully, always the more sociable one of the two of us. "Thanks for letting us crash here."
"Anytime," Vihaan said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer. "Breakfast is in the kitchen. Come join me when you're ready."
As he walked away, Aashika nudged me with her elbow. "See? He totally cares."
"You're reading too much into it," I said, but my heart wasn't quite in it. There was something about Vihaan's demeanor that was unsettling, something that made me wonder if maybe Aashika was right.
