When Ruhan, the confident cousin of Richa, and Sonam, the thoughtful sister of Namiksha, cross paths, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. With Richa and Namiksha's close friendship bridging the gap, what starts as a clash soon turns into a jour...
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It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the kind that felt like a breath of fresh air after a long, tiring week. The chirping of birds filled the air with a melody that seemed to chase away the worries of the past days. Sonam, usually up and about early, indulged in the luxury of waking up late. The weekend mornings were her sanctuary, a time when she didn't have to rush through her routine like a madwoman. Instead, she could let go of her stress, savoring the peaceful moments that Saturday and Sunday mornings offered.
Sonam's POV
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Today is Saturday, a day that always let me slow down and take a breather. I allow myself the rare treat of waking up late, and for once, I didn't feel guilty about it. Instead, I relished the opportunity to remind myself that I, too, deserved a break. It's my way of acknowledging that, beneath all the responsibilities, I'm still that carefree kid at heart.
As I lay there, I decided to call Niharika, my best friend, to tell her about the strange events of last night. After all, she deserved to know every detail.
"Niharika, tujhe pata hai kya hua?" I started, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Are are, madam, jo bhi hua hai, bina hi hello seedha start kar rahi hai!" she teased.
"Are woh chhod, meri baat sun," I insisted, eager to share. I went on to tell her everything, each detail adding more confusion to my already puzzled mind. "Maybe he's Richa's brother," I said, though I still wasn't sure.
"Hm, maybe. Acha sun, Richa ne jo number diya hai, baat zarur karna."
"Hm, bas thodi der mein call karungi," I promised.
After our chat, I got to work. I lost myself in creating graphic designs, my passion, and my escape. For me, designing wasn't just a job; it was a way to pour all my imagination onto a canvas, transforming the chaos of my life into something beautiful. Hours flew by, and I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even notice when Namiksha woke up and made breakfast.
"Di, your garlic bread and tea," Namiksha appeared with a tray, a warm smile on her face.
"Oh, thanks, my kiddo," I said, surprised and touched by her gesture.
