Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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Samiksha sat at her desk, fully immersed in her work.

Her fingers danced over a piece of paper as she sketched intricate patterns, her mind buzzing with excitement.

This was her first bridal lehenga order, and she was beyond thrilled.

Designing bridal wear had always been a dream, and now that it was happening, she could barely contain her joy.

She leaned in closer, perfecting the details, her heart racing with ideas.

Just then, her personal assistant, Reva, stepped into the room. "Ma'am, Mr. Arya is here to meet you."

For a second, Samiksha blinked in confusion. "Mr. Arya?"

Reva nodded. "Mr. Shivam Arya, ma'am."

The pencil froze in Samiksha's hand, her heart skipping a beat.

"What?" she whispered, as if she hadn't heard correctly.

Reva gave her a confirming nod before adding, "Shall I let him in?"

Samiksha's pulse quickened, her mind racing.

Shivam?

Here?

She swallowed hard, trying to gather her composure. "Yes... Please, let him in."

Reva left, and Samiksha immediately sat up straighter, quickly smoothing down her hair.

Her hands trembled as she checked her reflection in the small mirror on her desk, making sure she looked presentable.

She glanced over her black sleeveless jumpsuit, hoping it looked professional enough.

This was the first time Shivam had ever come to her boutique, and the idea made her stomach flutter with nerves.

Just then, she heard a knock at the door. Her voice caught in her throat, and for a moment, nothing came out.

She stared at the door, almost paralyzed by a sudden wave of nervousness.

But the knock came again, gentle but firm, and she finally managed to say, "C-Come in."

The door opened, and there he was-Shivam Arya, standing in all his confident glory.

He was wearing a light pink blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath, paired with matching pink trousers.

Samiksha's breath hitched at the sight.

How can a man look so... enticing in a pink blazer? she thought.

Hot and cute, all at the same time.

Meanwhile, Shivam had been on his way to his office when his nani reminded him to stop by Samiksha's boutique to invite her for dinner.

He agreed, deciding it would be quicker to invite her in person rather than over the phone.

As he arrived at the boutique and met Reva, he couldn't help but notice the boutique's sleek infrastructure and elegant design.

The clothes on display were stunning, their craftsmanship impeccable.

He had always known Samiksha was talented, but seeing her boutique for the first time made him realize just how hardworking and skilled she truly was.

A wave of pride swelled in his chest as he admired her accomplishments.

He knocked on her office door, but there was no response, so he knocked again, amused at the silence.

Finally, he heard her voice-soft and laced with nervousness.