Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪5⟫

Samiksha stood in her boutique, Moonlit Velvet, talking to her latest client, Nivedita Gujral.

Nivedita, the daughter of renowned industrialist Alok Gujral, was marrying the love of her life, and her excitement was contagious.

Nivedita's eyes sparkled as she examined the intricately designed bridal lehenga.

The deep reds and golds of the fabric shimmered under the soft boutique lighting, and the delicate embroidery seemed to tell a story of love and tradition.

"Thank you so much, Samiksha," Nivedita said, her voice full of wonder. "This is beautiful! Maine socha bhi nahi tha ki yeh itna sundar lagega."

Samiksha smiled warmly, feeling a sense of pride in her work. "You're welcome, Nivedita. Trust me, you're going to look absolutely stunning in this lehenga."

Nivedita gently touched the fabric, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns. "I love the design and the fabric you've used. It's perfect."

Samiksha beamed at the compliment, but her eyes scanned the room, noticing the absence of the groom.

She had designed his sherwani as well and was hoping he'd be there to give his approval.

"Nivedita," Samiksha asked softly, "where's your fiancé? Agar vo aate, toh apni sherwani dekh lete. If he wanted any alterations, I could take care of it."

Nivedita's smile faltered just for a second, and Samiksha sensed a faint sadness in her voice as she responded. "I know... but he's busy. Don't worry, he'll like it anyway."

Samiksha nodded, though she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

She shrugged the thought off, reminding herself it wasn't her place to pry.

Instead, she silently prayed that Nivedita found all the happiness she deserved and that her wedding went smoothly.

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Meanwhile, Shivam paced back and forth in his room, his frustration mounting by the second.

He had called Samiksha several times, and she hadn't answered even once.

His irritation was palpable, and sitting across from him, Dhanush was enjoying the show.

Sprawled out on the sofa, munching on potato chips, Dhanush couldn't resist a grin as he watched Shivam's growing impatience. "It's not every day I get to see the great Shivam Arya pissed off and mad because a girl isn't answering his calls," Dhanush teased, savoring another chip. "I'm loving it."

Shivam shot him an annoyed look and hurled a cushion at him. "Has le, saale! Tera bhi din aayega."

Dhanush caught the cushion and shrugged. "No chance. I won't be this desperate for any woman."

"Dekhte hai," Shivam scoffed. "When that happens, I'll make sure to enjoy your plight just as much as you're enjoying mine."

Dhanush just grinned and resumed his snack, but Shivam had had enough.

Without another word, he stormed out of the room, his frustration boiling over.

He headed downstairs in a hurry, his mind set on finding Samiksha and getting some answers.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his grandmother Damini spotted him. "Shivu, kaha jaa raha hai tu?" she asked, concern in her voice.

But before she could get a response, Shivam was already out the door.