"Let’s go quickly, Ridhanvi... Otherwise, you’ll miss your job interview! Only you had to sleep this long, na?” she muttered in frustration, brushing her hair away from her face while trying to zip up her folder. Her dupatta kept slipping off her shoulder as she jogged down the uneven path, her heels clicking fast on the pavement.
"Ek toh pehle hi late ho gayi hoon... Aur ab yeh auto bhi nahi mil rahe... Ugh!" she huffed, flailing one hand in exasperation while the other held her file close.
She was moving hurriedly through the small lanes, muttering to herself under her breath, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, and the humid Jaipur morning was making her all the more restless.
And then...
SPLASH!!!
A luxury car zoomed past her on the narrow street, sending a massive wave of dirty rainwater splashing straight onto her light pink kurti. Her face went blank for a moment — disbelief frozen on her face as she looked down at the big muddy stains now blooming across her clothes like an ugly painting.
Ridhanvi blinked.
Once. Twice.
And then— “OYEEE! ANDHE HO KYA?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing down the narrow road as she stepped forward, absolutely fuming. “Do you even see where you’re driving? Rich people don’t need eyes, huh?!”
The sleek black car screeched to a halt just a few feet ahead.
She placed her hands on her hips, still dripping from the splash, her jaw clenched and lips pressed tight as she marched toward the car. Her ruined outfit clung to her, and her ponytail dripped at the ends.
The car door slowly opened.
Out stepped a boy — tall, calm, and composed.
He was wearing a crisp white shirt tucked perfectly into jet black trousers. A sleek watch hugged his wrist, shining against the sun. His hair was slightly tousled like he had just walked out of a magazine shoot. Polished branded shoes clicked against the ground as he walked forward.
Ridhanvi narrowed her eyes.
He took off his sunglasses slowly, finally revealing his face — sharp jawline, deep eyes with a quiet intensity, and a slight smirk forming on his lips as he saw the state she was in.
“Excuse me?” he said coolly, his voice deep and crisp. “Did you just call me andha?”
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(He was Our reyansh).
He adjusted the designer watch on his wrist and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Clean jawline, expensive shoes, and an air of nonchalance.
