Adiba and himanshi Two best friends, and their two love stories, Just simple love stories of two hopeless romantic best friends who fall in love with two best friends.
I woke up feeling a bit tired from last night's performance, but there was also a sense of relaxation that I couldn't shake off.
I stood up from the bed and stretched my arms, I walked towards the bathroom, my bare feet making soft sounds on the floor.
After shower, I emerged feeling refreshed and revitalized. I wrapped a towel around my waist, admiring my reflection in the mirror. My muscular body, honed from hours at the gym, glistened with droplets of water. I flexed my biceps, grinning at my own image.
After that I wear blue shirt and white jeans, stayed my hair, apply my favorite perfume, 'Acqua di gio' it smells really good and I really like it.
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Siddharth's outfit
After getting dressed and looking damn handsome admiring myself in mirror, well jungli billi is not wrong when she says I am 'arrogant guy' Because yes, I am.
After that a take a moment to pray to waheguru ji, and after few minutes of pray I felt sense of relief washed over me.
After that feeling bit bored I decided to step outside my room, eager to explore the resort in the early hours. The place was beautiful, serene, and exactly what I needed to clear my head.
As I wandered through the garden, I spotted a fountain surrounded by lush greenery. It drew me in, and I found myself standing by it, leaning against the stone edge. My thoughts drifted, and before I knew it, I was back in last night’s Sangeet, dancing with that jungli billi.
The last time I’d danced with someone was when I was a kid, when I was seven years old maybe, It was a school event, and I didn’t even know the girl’s name because we were from different classes. I still remember her, though- her cute smile and the way she moved to the music. I still curse myself for letting her fall because of my clumsiness, and then I transferred schools, never seeing her again.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t notice the soft jingle of payal approaching. The sound pulled me back to the present, and I looked up, only to find myself locking eyes with no one other then jungli billi.
Even in the early morning light, she looked stunning. She was wearing a pink kurti, her hair half tied and half flowing down her back, framing her face perfectly. And those eyes... they had a way of drawing you in.
What the hell are you even thinking, Siddharth? I mentally scolded myself. Sure, she’s beautiful, but she’s definitely not my type.
I cleared my throat and straightened up, trying to shake off whatever strange spell I’d been under.
“Do you have a habit of staring at people when they’re not aware, or am I just special?” I asked, letting the mockery seep into my voice
“No, you’re special,” she shot back with biting sarcasm. How does she manage to be both annoying and beautiful at the same time?
