Book-1
THE MONSOON LOVE SERIES
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AARYA SHEKHAWAT
She's a remarkable businesswoman. Known for her cold, intimidating, and dominant demeanor in the business world. She holds a unique position as the only female entrepreneur with s...
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"I don't have anything to wear!!" Mahir whined like a child while going through his cupboard.
"Really? You don't have anything to wear? Then what the hell is all this, BARBIE!!" Kaurav mocked him, raising his eyebrows and gestering towards the mess he had made. When Mahir turned around, he gasped, looking at the state of his room. All his clothes were scattered across the room, some lying on the floor, some on his bed, and some hanging from above the cupboard.
Mahir hurriedly started collecting the clothes while nudging Kaurv to help him. "Jldi se sambhal dete h ye sb yaar, Ajji ne dekh liya to bahut maar padegi." (Let's arrange everything soon; otherwise, if Ajji sees this, we'll definitely get a beating.)
They were trying to arrange the place when Kaurav's eyes caught a decent pair of trousers and polo shirt. He threw them on Mahir, saying, "You're wearing this."
Mahir took the clothes away from his head and glared at Kaurav. Then his eyes went towards the clothes and a sly smile appeared on his face. He immediately went to the restroom to get himself changed, while shouting for Kaurav to clear up the mess.
"Saale tera kamwala hu kya jo tera failaya hua raita sametu!?" (Rascal, am I your servant that I will clean your mess!?)
Still, he collected all the mess and stuffed it all inside Mahir's cupboard, because he also didn't want to trouble Ajji with it. He was waiting for Mahir while scrolling through his phone when the door of the restroom opened and revealed a well-dressed Mahir. He stood in front of the dressing mirror and started styling his hair. All this while, a serene smile was plastered on his mouth, which didn't go unnoticed by Kaurav. He observed Mahir the whole time he was getting ready, the smile not leaving him for a second while he fixed his hair, wore his watch, adjusted the glasses over the bridge of his nose. He was wearing his shoes when he heard Kaurav asking,
"What happened to you, yaara? Itna muskura kyu raha h?" Kaurav wiggles his eyebrows, teasing him.
(Why are you smiling?)
"Nothing bro. Bus aise hi." (Just like that.)
Mahir shrugged his question off, the smile still not leaving his lips. He was about to pick up his phone from the nightstand when Kaurav snatched it away from him. Mahir's eyes widened when he saw Kaurav unlocking his phone. Since both of them knew the pin on each other's phones, it was not difficult for Kaurav to open it. Seeing him unlock his phone, Mahir immediately jumped over him, trying to snatch his phone out of Kaurav's grasp. But Kaurav was fast enough and didn't let him. He started running around the room, while Mahir ran behind him, trying to somehow get his phone back.
"Gimme my damn phone back, Kaurav!!" Mahir shouted at him.
"Aisi kya cheez chupai hai tune apne iss phone me, jo mujhe dekhne bhi nhi de raha?", (What kind of thing have you hidden inside this phone of yours that you aren't even letting me see it?) Kaurav shouted back.
