In the bustling heart of Delhi,four childhood friends navigate the complexities of love, ambition, and family expectations.
In this tale of romance, laughter, and heartfelt moments, will they find their happily ever after, or will the burdens of the...
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Ishaani's POV
It's been a week since Roohi's wedding got fixed, and today she's coming to my boutique with her family. But I've been busy preparing everything according to Roohi's preferences.
We used to share pictures on social media of how we envisioned our weddings, so I have a pretty good idea of her style.
While I was instructing the staff to set up, Roohi walked in with her mother, Advay's mother, and Advay's Chachi. I greeted them warmly, but just as I was about to show them some of the outfits, Vivaan walked in.
There's something about him. I can't quite explain it, but something in him attracts me-maybe it's his smile. He greeted me with that friendly smile that always makes my heart skip a beat. I tried to focus, but as he sat there on his phone, my attention kept drifting toward him. Snap out of it, Ishaani, I told myself and turned back to the ladies, showing them the outfits I had selected for the functions.
"Wow, Ishaani! These are gorgeous," Roohi's mother gushed, running her fingers through the delicate fabrics. "You've outdone yourself!"
"Thank you, aunty," I replied, smiling
They loved everything. Then Roohi asked about her wedding outfit.
"I've designed it, but it'll take some time to get done. Would you like to customize it?" I asked.
"No," Roohi said, but she looked a little... off. Gloomy, even.
Roohi, however, seemed distracted. Her eyes kept shifting to the door.
I leaned in, whispering, "What's wrong? Where's jiju?"
She rolled her eyes. "He's probably buried in his work as usual. He's of no use, anyway. I should marry my laptop instead atleast it would respond me faster, honestly he is just a rock."
Just then, we heard someone clear their throat. We turned to see Advay standing there with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, jiju!" I said, trying not to laugh. "Nice timing."
Chachi immediately chimed in, "Finally, you've arrived."
Advay smiled, "I was stuck in traffic, Chachi."
"It's okay, but now help your fiancée. Look at her face-she looks so gloomy!"
Roohi quickly jumped in, "Me? Gloomy? No, Chachi, I'm perfectly happy!"
Chachi left us alone, and I was left standing there with Roohi and Advay. Vivaan came up from behind.
"Hey, sunshine, help me with outfits, please," he said with a playful grin.
"Sunshine?" I thought to myself, feeling a little flustered. But I followed him to a different section.
