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The day I spent was filled with a lot of hustling. Though I prefer silence most of the time, the day was completely opposite. Later, I had to go on a date-or rather, I was forced to go.My eyes widened in shock when I saw Miss Saranya Oberoi, but no matter who it was, I was going to ask her to cancel the plans before they even started.
Right now, I was sitting in the club, trying to calm myself down. I took a sip from the glass. I don't usually drink, but sometimes I have to; it helps me to calm my mind. Abhimaan was sitting opposite me.
"What's the matter with you, Veer?" he asked, catching my attention.
I sighed deeply, placing the glass back on the table.
"I was forced to go on a date today," I replied.
"What? You went on a date?" he asked, his shock was justified because it was the first time I had ever gone on a date.
I nodded. "And you know who was there? A student of mine. But the date was arranged for her elder sister."
He laughed. "Then what happened?" he asked, engaging more in the conversation like it was some kind of interesting gossip.
I shook my head. "I just told her to end it there and to tell her sister about it too."
Abhimaan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "That's classic Veer. Always so straightforward."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't have time for these things, Abhimaan. I never wanted to get involved in this kind of mess."
He nodded, "But it's interesting, isn't it? Life throws these unexpected moments at us. Who knows? Maybe it was meant to be."
He took a sip of his drink before continuing with his words, his eyes twinkling. "Sometimes, fate has a strange way of showing us what we need, not what we want. You never know, Veer."
I looked at him skeptically. "You're reading too much into this."
He shrugged. "Perhaps. But life is unpredictable."
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