Bade Sapne

◇ Part 2 ◇

Vira's POV

As I busied myself with reorganising our living room, my hair in a loose messy bun, and my pajamas hanging loosely off my body, I looked like the epitome of a homeless person, even though I had a home, and practically no style.

My concert of Arijit Singh's Top Hits was interrupted abruptly by Priya, who poked her head in, took a quick look at me, and began to scold me, almost as if she was my mother.

"Abhi tak change nahi kiya?" She said, as she scanned my extremely casual and messy attire.

I looked at myself, realising I hadn't showered all day. But before I could rush off to take a shower, I couldn't go without getting an earful from Priya.

"They're coming in half an hour, tu pagal ladki! Chal, quickly jao, shower karo!"

I let myself be pushed to the shower by Priya, who had by now stuffed her face with the cucumbers I'd cut.

"Oi! I cut those!"

"Khane keliye hi hai na? You shut up aur shower kar ja, jao jaldi, come on!"

I groaned in annoyance, grabbing my clothes and towel, and hopping in the shower. To annoy Priya, I decided to wash my hair and eat up her precious time, which she had spent eating my cucumbers. Also, my hair was greasy and I looked like a rat, but that's besides the point.

As I lathered the shampoo on my hair, I wondered about Abhishek and the friend he was going to bring. With what Priya had told me about Abhishek, he was handsome and extremely charming, but even she knew nothing about the friend he was bringing.

The name Abhishek reminded me of a time when Ishan had told me about a friend of theirs who was also called Abhishek, and began to wonder if it was him, before quickly pushing the thought out mind. There wasn't just a single Abhishek in the world. This could be anyone.

As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, I grabbed the hairdryer off the counter and started drying my hair. The low hum of the dryer filled the apartment as I stood in front of the mirror, half-paying attention to my reflection, still thinking about the upcoming evening. I hadn't bothered to get dressed yet, and my towel was loosely draped around me as I shuffled over to the window for a quick peek outside.

I glanced down at the street, and my breath caught in my throat.

There, standing at the entrance of our building, were two figures I could easily make out. One of them, tall and lean, was unmistakably Abhishek. He was wearing a casual button-down shirt and jeans, looking as effortlessly handsome as Priya had described. But it was the guy standing next to him that caught my eye.

Shubman.

My pulse quickened. What was he doing here?

I stood frozen, watching as they both rang the doorbell, chatting casually. Panic surged through me as I turned away from the window, my hair half-dry and sticking to my face.

"Priya!" I called, hurriedly walking into the living room, where she was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone, while clutching my towel tightly around me.

She barely looked up. "Hmm?"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. "What did you say Abhishek's last name was?"

Priya finally looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow at my question. "What? Why?"

I took a deep breath, still reeling from what I had just seen outside. "Just... tell me."

"Sharma," she said, her tone casual, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing inside me.

"Abhishek Sharma... and his friend is...?" My voice trailed off, dreading the answer.

Priya tilted her head, confused by my sudden interrogation. "Yeah, his friend. He's bringing someone—oh... wait, don't tell me you know him?"

I didn't respond, but my silence was all the answer she needed. Priya's face paled, the realization slowly dawning on her.

"Vira," she said softly, her eyes widening, "Do you know the friend?"

I nodded slowly, feeling a sense of dread creeping up.

"It's Shubman." I told her.

"Shit."

The doorbell rang again, louder this time, snapping us both out of the moment.

Priya scrambled off the couch, now just as panicked as I was. "Oh no, oh no, why didn't Abhishek tell me? Why didn't I ask? What are we gonna do?"

I didn't know what to say, my mind racing as I looked down at my towel-clad self, still dripping wet from the shower. Of all the people in the world, it had to be Shubman standing outside our apartment.

"Just... get dressed quickly!" Priya urged, rushing toward the door. "I'll stall them. Go! Go!"

I hurried back to my room, trying to shake off the shock and the looming confrontation I knew was about to happen.

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A/N:

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