Hua Hai Aaj Pehli Baar

Chapter 6

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍᴀɴꜱʜᴀ'ꜱ,
ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.
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As the evening settled into a relaxed rhythm, Yatharth and Evara decided it was time to assign everyone their rooms. The sprawling villa was divided into distinct spaces, and with a touch of organization, they made sure each guest felt comfortable.

The boys were to be housed on the ground floor, where the rooms were spacious and elegantly appointed. Each room was designed with a blend of luxury and practicality, offering a serene view of the garden and easy access to the villa’s many amenities. From the sleek lines of modern decor to the plush comfort of the beds, the boys’ quarters promised both relaxation and convenience.

Meanwhile, the girls would occupy the first floor, where the rooms offered a more intimate ambiance, accented with warm, inviting tones and cozy furnishings. The first floor was a retreat of its own, with charming decor and large windows that let in the gentle evening breeze, providing a tranquil escape from the bustle below.

As everyone settled into their designated rooms, the villa’s layout ensured that while the groups had their own spaces, the sense of togetherness and shared enjoyment remained at the heart of their stay. The careful arrangement reflected Yatharth and Evara’s thoughtfulness, creating an environment where everyone could unwind and savor their time in the elegant home.

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As the evening deepened, everyone gathered in the drawing room, the air buzzing with the excitement of their first night together. The plush sofas were filled with their animated chatter, and soon enough, the topic turned to dinner plans.

Vanya, leaning back on the sofa with a playful grin, said, “Yaar, dinner ke liye kya banate hain? Something spicy, please!”

Evara, sipping her drink, raised an eyebrow. “Spicy? Tumhara toh seedha pachaas ka masala lagta hai.”

Rajveer, ever the foodie, jumped in with enthusiasm. “Mujhe lagta hai ek awesome Italian spread ho! Pizza, pasta, aur woh cheesy garlic bread!”

Vraj, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. “Wahi pizza-pasta, fir toh gym ka intezaam bhi karna padega kal se. Waise, mujhe lagta hai ek Punjabi feast bhi banta hai.”

Riaan, with a mock serious face, added, “Dekho, agar Punjabi feast hota hai toh ghar ke sabhi log mujhse puche bina chappal se maarenge. So, let’s just stick to a mix. Thoda spicy, thoda cheesy.”

Yatharth, who had been observing the lively debate with a chuckle, interjected, “Bhai, mujhe toh bas yeh chahiye ki dinner mein sab khush ho. Toh koi bhi dish ho, main toh taste karne ke liye ready hoon.”

Iyana, ever the diplomat, suggested, “Kyu na ek fusion try karein? Pizza par Punjabi toppings, sounds crazy but interesting!”

Everyone burst into laughter at the idea, and the discussion continued with playful jabs and creative suggestions. The decision-making process might have been chaotic, but it was clear that the evening would be filled with laughter and delicious food, no matter what they eventually decided to cook.

Vanya stood in the kitchen, determined to take charge of the dinner preparations. She eyed the top cabinet where the wheat flour was stored, perched just out of her reach. With a deep breath, she stretched onto her tiptoes, fingers barely brushing the edge of the flour container.

“Come on… bas thoda aur,” she muttered to herself, standing precariously on her toes like a clumsy ballerina.

Just as her fingers finally wrapped around the container, disaster struck. The flour, as if it had a mind of its own, slipped right through her grip. There was a moment of sheer panic in her eyes as she tried to catch it midair, arms flailing, but before she could react—