**"From Clashes to Crushes: A Haryanvi & Punjabi Love Tale"**

To haryana

Simran slipped into her black crop top, pairing it with tight pants that accentuated her confident stride. She draped a long white overcoat over her shoulders, the contrast giving her an effortlessly chic look. With a final glance in the mirror, she made her way downstairs, the sound of her footsteps soft against the hardwood floor. As she descended, her gaze fell upon her family, who were gathered in the living room, their conversation momentarily pausing as they noticed her arrival. She smiled, a warm gesture that reflected the closeness they shared.

"Mumma, I'll come with Rajveer. You guys can go ahead first," simran said, her voice light but firm. She was used to taking charge, and today was no different.

Her mother nodded in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of simran  independence. Without further delay, her parents and the rest of the family began to leave, their departure leaving a brief moment of quiet in the house.

simran  didn't have to wait long. Soon, Rajveer appeared, his casual yet stylish look matching her own. They shared a quick, knowing glance—a silent communication that only siblings could master. With a quick swipe, Ishita pulled up the address on the navigation system, her fingers moving deftly as she entered the details.

The engine roared to life, and soon they were on the road. The hum of the car and the rhythmic passing of streetlights created a sense of calm as they settled into the drive. Ishita leaned back in her seat, her thoughts drifting as they made their way to their destination. Rajveer's presence beside her was a comfort, a reminder that no matter where the road took them, they would face it together

As they entered Haryana, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, signaling the end of the day. Simran and Rajveer drove along the highway, with "Gangland" by Mankirt Aulakh playing in the background, the heavy beats echoing the intensity that seemed to settle in the air. The siblings shared a comfortable silence, but it was soon broken when Simran's sharp eyes caught something unsettling ahead.Without a second thought, she abruptly brought the car to a halt, her instincts on high alert. Rajveer glanced at her, questioning the sudden stop, but Simran's focus was fixed on the scene before them. A man was brutally beating another on the side of the road, each punch landing with merciless force. The sight ignited a fire in her, and she couldn't just sit by and watch.Without hesitation, Simran threw open the car door and stormed toward the attacker, her long coat trailing behind her like a warrior's cape. Approaching swiftly from behind, she delivered a powerful kick that sent the man stumbling forward, caught completely off guard. Simran didn't pause, quickly bending down to help the injured man to his feet, her expression filled with concern."What the fuck?" the attacker snarled, his voice dripping with fury and disbelief.Simran ignored him, her attention fully on the man she had just saved. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice softening as she assessed his condition.The man nodded, still dazed but clearly grateful. After making sure he was steady, Simran turned her piercing gaze to the attacker, who was now glaring at her with unbridled rage."Don't you know how to behave with a person?" Simran's voice was cold and sharp, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.The attacker huffed, his arrogance on full display. "You're no one to teach me. You're just a poor bitch."That was the last straw. Fury flashed in Simran's eyes as she swiftly delivered a hard punch to his face, the force of her blow making him stumble backward. Rajveer, who had been watching from the car, quickly got out and rushed to her side, gently pulling her back before she could do more damage."That's enough, di 

" Rajveer said, his voice calm but firm, trying to defuse the situation.

Breathing heavily, Simran allowed herself to be pulled back, but her gaze remained locked on the attacker. She gestured to one of the bodyguards who had accompanied them, instructing him to take the injured man to the hospital.As they turned to leave, the attacker, still clutching his face, spat out, "You didn't do it right! If I don't make you regret this, then I'll change my name!"Simran paused, turning her head slightly to glance at him with a smirk of cold disdain. "Then think about another name," she retorted before walking back to the car with Rajveer.They got back into the car, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air as they drove off. The song resumed, its beats syncing with the adrenaline still coursing through Simran's veins. She knew this wasn't the last she'd see of that man, but for now, her mind was set on getting as far away from him as possible.---