What happens when two people with completely different notions about everything in life, including "love," decide to get together, even if it's just for show?
Ishani Mehrotra, 25, a Financial Analyst-a strong, independent, and headstrong woman shape...
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Naaztumuzeer main Zidpeablakeerhai Be-hadhhaifaasle Main shaamatkanishaan Tujhpeunkohaiguman Duniyamujhkosahe Main mohtaajtudhadakhai Farqhai.. farqhai.. farqhai..
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"Car Wrecker."
As soon as the words leave my mouth, everyone's attention shifts to me. I’m staring at the car wrecker, aka Rudraksh, who is looking back at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance.
We lock eyes, neither of us backing down.
“Oh my God! The dent in your car is because of him?” my sister exclaims. I finally break eye contact.
“Yes.”
“No.”
We reply at the same time. God, what is wrong with me today?
I glare at him, and he just gives me a lazy smile, clearly enjoying this. Ignoring him, I turn to my sister. “My car was parked in a narrow lane, too tight for two cars. But Mr. Show-Off here decided to test his driving skills and squeezed in. Naturally, he got stuck and dented my baby in the process.”
The table falls silent, all eyes on him.
“Wow,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really know how to spin a tale. So, you’re saying you had no part in this accident?”
“Uh, I—" but before I can finish, he interjects, “Let me do the honours.”
He turns slightly to face my sister. “Her car was parked in a no-parking zone, and I didn’t see it when I entered the lane. Since it was one-way, I couldn’t turn back. So, the person at fault here is you, not me,” he concludes matter-of-factly.
