SANCHI SINHA
20-year-old epitome of beauty and brains. With a multifaceted personality, Sanchi excels in academics, sports, and wins hearts with her kindness. As a college topper, she's admired by all, not just for her intellect, but for her compass...
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"I'm in love with her," Abhimanyu said, his voice filled with conviction.
Abhir, who was on the receiving end of this declaration, let out a sigh. "Bhai, you're saying this for the fourth time. Can you please, for the love of God, tell me who this girl is?" Abhir's frustration was palpable, his patience wearing thin from hearing the same line repeated multiple times.
(Abhimanyu was shopping at the mall when he saw a couple buying gifts for each other. It sparked an idea, and he immediately called Abhir, asking him to meet up. Abhir agreed, and they decided to meet at Abhir's house.
As soon as Abhimanyu arrived, he blurted out, "I'm in love with her." Abhir was taken aback, expecting a casual hangout, not a declaration of love. But Abhimanyu didn't stop there. He repeated the same line, again and again, his excitement and nervousness getting the better of him.
Abhir tried to interrupt, asking for details, but Abhimanyu just kept saying, "I'm in love with her." Abhir's confusion turned to amusement, then frustration, as Abhimanyu continued to repeat the same phrase, not providing any context or clarity.
Abhimanyu took a deep breath, his eyes locked intensely on Abhir, and said, "Sanchi... I am in love with Sanchi."
Abhir's mouth dropped open in shock. "Sanchi? Sanchi Sinha? That Miss Perfect?" he asked, his voice incredulous.
Abhimanyu nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Yes, Abhir, that Sanchi. We've been living together, and I think I've fallen for her."
Abhir's eyes widened further, and he jumped up from his bed. "YOU BOTH ARE LIVING TOGETHER?!" he exclaimed, his voice loud with surprise. "As in, live-in?!"
"No, no, I haven't even confessed my feelings to her," Abhimanyu clarified, holding up his hands in defense. "Her father threw her out of their house, and she had nowhere to go, so I offered her a place to stay. That's all."
Abhir sat down, understanding the situation. "But you hated her, right? When did this love happen?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.
Abhimanyu shrugged, looking equally perplexed. "Even I don't have an answer for this, Abhir. I don't know when I started falling for her. Maybe it was when... "Abhir stood up and enveloped Abhimanyu in a tight hug, making him startled. "I'm so happy for you, Abhi! For the first time, you've made a correct decision! I mean, a guy as dumb as you will take such a good decision? I can't believe it! Sanchi is a perfect girl, the best girl - she's pretty, beautiful, humble, and has a nice figure, by the way... and she looks like a bom-..."
Abhir's words trailed off as he felt Abhimanyu's grip on his back getting tighter, a clear warning to stop objectifying Sanchi. "First of all, you called me dumb, and secondly, she could be your future bhabhi! Who talks about their future bhabhi like that?" Abhimanyu said, his grip on Abhir's back tightening.
