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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देखो क़रीब से, मिले हैं नसीब से आएगा पल ये फिर कहाँ आज अचानक तुमसे मिले हम ये तो नहीं है बेवजह
पूछो ज़रा इस दिल से, हम हैं मिले मुश्किल से कल फिर ना हों हम जो यहाँ
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My day wasn't going great at all, and now I'm stuck next to him, the walking reminder of why it’s been so awful. Somewhere, he's also partly responsible for my disastrous day.
First off, my car is in the workshop. So, instead of driving to work in peace, I had to endure the metro. Nothing against public transportation—I used it all the time when my father shipped me off to study abroad at eighteen—but I hate crowds and noise, especially in the morning. The metro was packed with office-goers during peak hour, all jostling for space and generally making me reconsider all of my life choices.
Then, I had a client lunch. The company arranged a cab for me, but on the way back, it broke down in the middle of the road. And, of course, because half of Mumbai is under construction, no cabs would accept a booking from my location.
So, I had to walk for 20 minutes—in heels, mind you—to get another cab. By the time I got to the venue, I was already late, and not in a mood to have lunch let alone discuss mergers and acquisitions.
And then, as if the universe hadn't done enough, he—Rudraksh—decides to stand in front of me with that smug smile and has the audacity to ask me about my "baby." If it weren’t for him, my car would’ve been fine, safe in its pristine condition without any dents or drama.
Honestly, I wasn’t even that interested in this ball. But I knew my sister, Disha di, had been dreaming of this kind of event forever. So here I am, standing under grand chandeliers that hang from the high ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the room.
