I stared at my reflection, almost mesmerized. The sparkling lehenga clung perfectly to my body, the deep blue fabric contrasted beautifully with my skin. My hair tied up in a perfect bun, and my hazel eyes popped against the dark eyeliner.
Her lehenga
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God, I looked dead gorgeous. No denying that. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the guests swooned when I walked in.
But here I was, getting ready for something I never thought would happen. Well, not like this anyway. An engagement to Ayaansh Singhania. Of all people. The guy I spent my entire childhood playing pranks on, proving wrong at every turn, and now… I was about to put a ring on his finger. What a joke.
I never thought life would lead me here, to this room, with these people, preparing to be engaged to someone I swore I’d never even like. Yet here I was. And it was all his fault.
Ayaansh and his ridiculous plans. We were supposed to sabotage this whole engagement drama, make it so our families realized we weren’t suited for each other. Instead, it backfired. Spectacularly. If anyone should be blamed, it's him. He came up with the dumb plan. Not me. I just went along with it. How was I supposed to know our fake fights would somehow convince everyone we were a perfect match?
“Looking at yourself again, Ruhi?” Kiara snorted from the bed, her laughter bubbling up like champagne. “You know, there’s only so much praise a mirror can give. Maybe save some for Ayaansh. He’s the one you’re about to marry.”
I shot her a look. “Engage. Not marry. There’s still time to escape.”
“Right,” Anaya chimed in, grinning at me as she adjusted her earrings. “That’s what you said two weeks ago. Still here, aren’t you?”
I groaned, turning away from the mirror and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go. We had a plan. A perfectly foolproof plan. But Ayaansh had to be his dramatic self and ruin it.”
Anaya’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh please, you were just as bad. Those arguments were hilarious.”
Kiara nodded, laughing. “The way you two kept throwing insults at each other in front of your parents? Classic. They thought it was flirting.”
I groaned louder this time, throwing myself back on the bed. “How did this happen? I mean, seriously? We couldn’t have been more obvious about how much we hate each other, and somehow we’re the perfect match? Am I missing something here?”
“Obviously,” Anaya said, shaking her head with a smirk. “It’s because you’re both in denial.”
