Meet Prerna Singh, one of the leading Chartered Accountant at Paragon Corporation, renowned for expertise in financial strategy and accuracy. With a keen eye for detail and also the eldest daughter of Vivek Singh and Shayari Singh, she has earned a...
Saturday's Night At Prerna's Parents House/Mr. Singh's House Prerna's POV I stood by the living room window, watching Rehan's car pull up.
As Rehan stepped out, his eyes met mine through the window. That familiar spark of amusement danced in them. I rolled my eyes and turned away.
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Rehan's outfit
"Prerna, beta, Rehan's here!" Mom called out.
I took a deep breath and joined everyone in the dining room. Rehan handed my mom a bouquet, charming her with his smile.
"Thank you for having me, Auntie," he said. I slid into my seat, trying to appear casual.
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My outfit
Khushi, seated beside me, nudged my hand. "Play nice," she whispered. I shot her a warning glance.
Dad asked Rehan about his medical residency, and Rehan launched into stories of his hospital experiences. I found myself listening intently, my initial annoyance fading.
Rehan's passion for medicine was infectious.
As he spoke, his eyes met mine occasionally, and he abruptly stopped talking. His stare held me captive, his expression softening.
The room fell silent, with only the clinking of utensils breaking the stillness.
Khushi nudged my hand, whispering, "Back to Earth, Prerna." I felt my cheeks warm.
Rehan's gaze lingered, as if searching for something. Dad cleared his throat, breaking the spell.
"Rehan, how's your work at the hospital?" he asked. Rehan blinked, returning to his story.
As we finished dessert, Mom smiled, satisfied, "Khana acha tha. Haina?" (Dinner was lovely. Wasn't it?) Rehan nodded, pushing his chair back. "Auntie, aapki cooking humesha kamaal ki hain." (Auntie, your cooking is always exceptional.)
I gathered plates, trying to escape the lingering tension from our earlier gaze.
Khushi helped, whispering, "You okay? Rehan seemed lost in your eyes." I rolled my eyes. "Just being polite."
In the kitchen, Rehan appeared beside me, rinsing dishes. "Madad chahiye?" he asked, his arm brushing mine. (Need help?) I handed him a plate, our fingers touching.
The brief contact sent shivers down my spine. "Thanks," I said, stepping back. Rehan's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Anytime."
The kitchen felt smaller with him beside me.
As Khushi and I washed dishes, Rehan nudged me with his elbow. "Still crunching numbers, CA extraordinaire?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Someone's got to keep the doctors' finances in check."
Rehan chuckled. "Oh, main toh darr gaya." (Oh, I'm shaking in my boots.) Khushi, drying dishes beside us, chimed in, "Oh, yeh toh acchi baat hain." (Oh, this should be good.)
Rehan pretended to cower. "Protect me from the mighty CA's calculator." I playfully splashed water on him. "You're not too old for a time-out, DR . REHAN."
Rehan grinned, shaking his head. "You're still as ruthless as ever, Prerna."
Our banter continued, with Khushi laughing and Mom calling out, "Bacchon, behave!" (Children, behave!)
Rehan's POV Today's night felt like a dream. As I sat at the dinner table, surrounded by Singh family, I felt a deep sense of comfort. Mr. Singh, asked about my medical residency, and I shared stories of my experiences.
But my mind kept drifting to Prerna, seated across from me. Her bright smile, the sparkle in her eyes, and the effortless way she laughed with Khushi.
When our eyes met, time froze. The chatter, the clinking of utensils - everything faded into the background.
I saw only her.
In that moment, I felt ~A sense of connection.
I couldn't help but notice:
~The way the neckline accentuated her elegant neck. ~The way the fabric seemed to shimmer in the light.
Prerna's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, but I knew I'd seen it - a flicker of attraction.
Later, in the kitchen, helping Prerna with dishes, our hands touched. A jolt of electricity ran through me.
As we teased each other, our banter effortless, I realized: I'd missed this. I'd missed her.
The ease, the comfort, the connection - it all felt so right. But I hesitated unsure if Prerna felt the same.
As I drove home, tonight's memories replays in my mind. Prerna's laughter, her sparkling eyes and her captivating black outfit which matches with my outfit co-incidentally. I grinned mischievously and sent Prerna a text.
Time to tease her. "Brainy Prerna, can you solve this equation: Rehan + Dinner = ?" I chuckled imagining her reaction.
My phone buzzed. "Rehan + Dinner = 100% chance of Rehan talking about himself only."
Rehan: "Harsh! But accurate?" Prerna: "Math doesn't lie, Doctor. Your ego's got its own gravitational pull" I chuckled. Rehan: "You're a ruthless mathematician!" Prerna: "Just keeping the numbers honest, Rehan."
And here I, again lost in my own thoughts. Like woww, Prerna's sassiness is infectious, and I find myself laughing even when she's roasting me.
I've never met someone who can keep up with my teasing like this.
Most people get defensive or uncomfortable, but Prerna just throws it right back at me.
There's something about her confidence and quick thinking, that's really attractive. The way she uses her intelligence to craft these clever comebacks? Impressive.
I wonder if she feels it too... This spark between us? Or am I just reading too much into our playful exchanges?
Either way, I'm hooked. I want to keep exploring this connection, see where it takes us. And if that means getting roasted by Prerna every now and then? Bring it on.
