In the bustling city of Lucknow, there lived two best friends named Avyansh Malhotra and Hrida Raichand. One fateful day, something happened that changed their friendship forever.
Hate was a strong word, but the animosity between them was palpable.
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At evening, Hrida was lazily scrolling through her phone, completely engrossed in the latest social media updates.
As she glanced at the time, her eyes widened in realization. Just then, she heard the door creak open and Avyansh entered the room.
"Ready?" he asked.
Hrida looked up at him confused and replied, "Ready for what, lehenga pahen lun??"
[should i wear lahenga]
Avyansh rolled his eyes and said, ''let's go"
But before they could leave, she turned to Avyansh and said, "Bring my suitcase downstairs, please."
Avyansh shook his head, indicating that he wouldn't be doing that, much to Hrida's annoyance.
Giving him a disapproving glare, she decided to grab her trolley herself.
Just as she was about to leave, a staff member entered the room and said, "Ma'am, let me take your bag for you."
Hrida gratefully handed over her bag and headed downstairs to bid goodbye to everyone.
She settled into the front seat of Avyansh's car as he started the engine. Within seconds, the car was speeding down the road, and Hrida couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as she gripped the seat tightly.
"Are we going to a cemetery or home?" she said nervously.
He chuckled and replied, "Where would you like to go?"
Hrida took a moment before saying, "Nowhere in particular, just drive."
She leaned back in her seat and buckled up as they continued on their journey.
The cool evening breeze brushed against her face, and she closed her eyes, taking in the moment.
Suddenly, Avyansh slammed on the brakes, causing Hrida to jerk forward in her seat.
She looked up in alarm, her heart racing as she yelled, "Avyansh, are you mad? Do you know what could have happened if I hadn't been wearing my seatbelt?"
Avyansh glanced at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Sheeshe se udd jati," he retorted,
[You flies away from the glass]
causing Hrida to roll her eyes in annoyance. Unfastening her seatbelt and stepping out of the car.
As she made her way towards the mansion, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the mansion.
Avyansh's voice called out behind her,
"Carry your own bag yourself" making her glare over her shoulder at him.
