In the bustling heart of Delhi,four childhood friends navigate the complexities of love, ambition, and family expectations.
In this tale of romance, laughter, and heartfelt moments, will they find their happily ever after, or will the burdens of the...
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Navya’s Pov
It’s been a week since we got back from the farmhouse, and honestly, life has been a whirlwind. I’m currently camped out in my flat near the hospital. It started as an investment, but lately, it’s become my hideout. And the reason? Well, I haven’t exactly told Papa about my suspension from the hospital. The authorities are claiming I made a mistake during surgery that led to the patient’s death. But I know it’s not my fault—it's foul play, orchestrated by my cheater ex-boyfriend, Aditya, along with some hospital authorities who, for reasons I still don’t know, seem to have it out for me.
Aditya thinks that by ruining my career, I’ll come crawling back to him. Newsflash: that’s never going to happen.
I haven’t told Papa about any of it, though. His health has been bad lately, and the last thing he needs is more stress. Besides, the investigation is still ongoing, and I know they won’t find any evidence against me. It’s just a waiting game at this point.
On top of everything, Aadya has been crashing at my flat too. She had one of her epic fights with her dad—again. Honestly, those two are more alike than they’d admit—both are short-tempered, smart, and impulsive. Though I’d say Aadya takes impulsiveness to a whole new level.
But I know her dad well. After all, the four of us practically grew up together until the 10th grade. Those were the good old days. We were inseparable—always moving between each other’s homes, like one big family. It was like having four homes.
Ever since we got back from the farmhouse, Aadya and I have fallen into this little routine. We wake up, study, chat, eat, sleep, and repeat. She’s been here since her fight with her dad, and honestly, it’s nice having her around. Roohi’s busy running her company, and Ishaani is handling some big client, so it’s just the two of us. Navigating life, as usual.
As I was setting the table for lunch, I called out, “Aadya, come on, lunch is ready.”
She strolled in, took one look at the table, and grinned. “Wow, this looks good, Chef Navya! Should I hire you full-time?”
I laughed, doing a little mock bow. “Thank you, ma’am. I accept payments in compliments and gossip.”
We both sat down, and as we started eating, I decided to stir the pot. “By the way, do you have your smugface’s number? He’s got some of the photos from the farmhouse.”
Aadya froze for a second before muttering, “No.”
Now, that was surprising. Usually, just the mention of Shivansh’s name would trigger one of her epic rants—about how arrogant, insufferable, and, as she puts it, “entitled” he is. But today? Nothing. Crickets.
I raised an eyebrow. “You sure everything’s good between you two? I mean, you guys didn’t even argue at the farmhouse. Shivansh was acting weird too, like he was avoiding you.”
