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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आँखों में तेरी अजब सी, अजब सी अदाएँ हैं हो, आँखों में तेरी अजब सी, अजब सी अदाएँ हैं दिल को बना दें जो पतंग, साँसें ये तेरी वो हवाएँ हैं
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“Let's do shots, guys,” Agastya suggests, his eyes gleaming with excitement. I nod in agreement just as Bhai replies with a firm shake of his head, “No, I've already had two drinks. Disha wants a perfect dance video of us. I can't get drunk and look like a fool in it.”
“Well, the rest of us can, right?” Agastya turns to Vedang and me, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. The three of us grab our shots, clinking them together before downing them in one swift motion. The liquid burns as it goes down, but I barely flinch.
I take a moment to look around the hall, trying to distract myself from the burn in my throat. It looks more amazing than it did yesterday. It looks straight out of a fairytale, a grand ballroom filled with elegance and splendour.
Floral arrangements of white roses and lilies are artfully placed on marble pedestals around the room, their subtle fragrance mingling with the scent of champagne and expensive perfumes.
In the center of the room, a grand staircase curves elegantly toward the second floor, awaiting the bride’s grand entrance. I can’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building, like we’re all holding our breath for the big moment.
“Bhai, the party hasn’t even started properly, and you guys are already drinking?” Alia’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. She approaches us with Sara by her side, both of them looking stunning in their gowns. Her tone is reprimanding, but there’s a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“Oh my God! You girls look like princesses,” Bhai says, his face lighting up with genuine admiration.
Alia and Sara turn to him with bright smiles, clearly pleased with the compliment. But then Agastya, ever the instigator, smirks at them and adds, “Are you sure? To me, they look like they raided an eight-year-old’s dress-up box.”
