"No, Mom. I told you I don't want to meet any girl. That's it," I declared firmly.
"Acha, we'll just meet her once. Agar pasand na aaye toh tu mana kar dena," Mom said, trying to convince me.
"But I told you, Mom, I don't want to get married."
"Shaadi kaun kar raha hai? Sahil, woh tere papa ke dost ki beti hai, aur they are coming all the way from the canada just to meet you."
"Fine, but I have a meeting now. I'm leaving."
I left before she could say another word.
I don't understand why they are so adamant about me meeting a girl. I only agreed because she's my dad's friend's daughter, but honestly, I'm not the least bit interested in this nonsense.
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Hira's pov
Mom reached here last night with Dad and Inara. That's when she told me they had found a guy for me and wanted me to meet him. I immediately said no because I wasn't interested in such things. But when she insisted he was Dad's friend's son and assured me I could say no if I didn't like him, I reluctantly agreed.
Now, I'm getting ready to meet 'the guy.' I'm wearing a baby pink, simple organza saree, keeping my makeup minimal. Taking a deep breath, I head downstairs.
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As I entered the hall, I saw everyone sitting and talking.
"Arrey, dulhan aa gayi!" Armaan teased, slinging his arm around my shoulder.
"Get lost, Armaan," I snapped, pushing him off.
"Oh, kitni pyaari lag rahi hai meri bacchi. Kisi ki nazar na lage, mashallah," Mom said, kissing my forehead.
A while later, I left for my room because they hadn't arrived yet.
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Sahil's pov
We reached their house, and they welcomed us warmly. We settled on the sofa as Mom and Dad began talking to them.
"This is my son, Sahil, and my daughter, Mira," Mom introduced us.
After some polite conversation, my mom asked, "sara, where's your daughter?"
"I'll call her," sara aunty replied before heading upstairs.
A few moments later, I saw her coming down the stairs in a saree. Her. It was her. What was she doing here?
Wait... the girl I came to see is her?
Oh, fuck. She looks gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. So fucking mine.
While I was lost admiring her, I heard Mira's voice snap me out of it.
