As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Aryan pulled up outside Anjali's house, his heart racing with excitement. He stepped out of his car, adjusting his cufflinks, a charming smile plastered on his face.
Anjali opened the door, stunning in a fitted dress that accentuated her curves. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face beautifully. Aryan couldn't help but whistle.
"Itna khubsurat lagna crime hota hai!" (Looking this beautiful should be a crime!)
"Toh arrest kar lijiye hume," she teased, holding her hands up in mock surrender.
Aryan captured her hands and pulled her closer. "A-ryan, kya—" (A-ryan, what—) she began, her breath hitching slightly.
"Haan, pata hai, koi dekh lega," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "par aapko sochna chahiye na, itni khubsurat lag rahi ho toh bechara main control kaise karunga?" (But you should consider, if you look this beautiful, how am I supposed to control myself?)
Anjali's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. "Aap bhi na, itna filmy kyun ban jaate ho?" (You're so cheesy sometimes!)
Aryan grinned, not one to back down. "Filmy hona zaroori hai, sirf tumhare liye!" (I have to be cheesy, especially for you!)
She shook her head, laughing softly. "Chalo, hum party pe late ho rahe hain," she said, stepping out and adjusting her dress. (Come on, we're going to be late for the party.)
They both sat in the car, the excitement buzzing in the air as they drove towards the venue. After some time, they arrived, and just as Anjali was about to step down, Aryan held her hand and whispered in her ear, "Maine bahut acha kaam kiya hai," his gaze playfully lingering on her neck. (I did a great job.)
Anjali gasped, suddenly remembering the love bite from last night. She quickly glanced in the mirror, her heart racing. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, fumbling through her purse to find her concealer.
But before she could apply it, Aryan gently held her hand, stopping her. "Don't," he said softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Yeh toh tumhara badge of honor hai." (This is your badge of honor.)
"Badge of honor? Yeh embarrassing hai!" Anjali protested, her cheeks flushed. (This is so embarrassing!)
Aryan chuckled, "Bilkul nahi! Sabko dikhna chaiye ki humari chemistry aur biology dono kitni strong hai!" (Not at all! Everyone should see how strong our chemistry and biology are!)
"Now shall we?" he extended his hand, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Anjali smiled, placing her hand in his. As they made their way inside, the vibrant music and laughter enveloped them. Aryan led her through the crowd, introducing her to his employees.
"Wow, sir! Hume toh laga hi nahi tha ki aapki...," one of the employees started but was quickly shushed by another.
As time passed, Aryan introduced Anjali to everyone, including his best friend, Rathee. Anjali settled at a table, chatting with one of the employees when Rathee approached her.
"Bhabhi i mean maam Sir ne kuch zyada pii li hai"he said nervously
Anjali got up and walked over to where Rathee was, her heart racing with curiosity. As they approached, she caught sight of Aryan, completely wasted, his head hanging low as he mumbled and giggled to himself, lost in his own world.
"Yeh kya halat bana rakhi hai" Anjali exclaimed, half-amused, half-concerned. (What a state you've gotten yourself into)
Rathee chuckled, shaking his head. "Mujhe laga woh sirf thoda sa piyega lekin isne toh puri bottle khatam kar di"
Anjali couldn't help but laugh as Aryan looked up, his eyes glassy but shining with mischief.
"Anjali! Tum aa gayi? tumhe pata hai, maine ek baar ek khargosh dekha tha jo dance kar raha tha!" (Anjali! You've come? Did you know I once saw a rabbit that was dancing!)
"Khargosh dance kar raha tha? Anjali teased, crossing her arms.
"Haan toh, woh khargosh toh full-on disco mode mein tha!" Aryan replied, pointing at her as if revealing the biggest secret. (That rabbit was in full-on disco mode!)
"Acha ab chalo, utho," Anjali said tugging at his arms, trying to pull him up from the chair. (Alright, now come on, get up.)
Aryan pouted dramatically. "Kyun? Main toh yahan party kar raha hoon!" (Why? I'm having a party right here!)
"Bahut kar li party, ab chalo," she insisted, with the help of Rathee, pulling him out from there. (You've partied enough; now come on.)
"Aish, aisa lag raha hai pahad utha rahi hoon," she joked, as Rathee burst into laughter. (I feel like I'm lifting a mountain.)
"Bhabhi, kya main aap dono ko chhod doon?" Rathee said (Sister-in-law, should I leave you two alone?)
"Nahi, nahi, koi baat nahi, aap andar jao, main inhe sambhalti hoon," she replied quickly, as Rathee waved goodbye and headed back inside. (No, no, it's fine; you go back inside; I'll handle him.)
Anjali came toward the car, gripping Aryan's arm tightly as he wobbled, his gaze fixated on the stars above. "Hilna mat, mujhe car key nikalne do," she said, trying to steady him. (Don't wobble; let me get the car key.)
"Hehehe, gud gud gudi ho rahi hai!" Aryan giggled, swaying as she searched for the car key. (Hehehe, the little one is making me giggle!)
As she opened the car, Anjali turned to find Aryan was no longer beside her. Panic set in for a moment until she spotted him wobbling and attempting to run in the opposite direction.
"Ayee Laal Singh Chaddha ke chacha, rukooo!" she shouted, chasing after him. (Hey, Uncle Laal Singh Chaddha, stop!)
"Hehhe, pakdooo!" Aryan laughed, picking up the pace, clearly enjoying this little game. (Hehehe, catch me!)
Anjali couldn't help but smile despite the chaos as she dashed after him.
After their little game of chasing, they both plopped down on the side of the road, laughing and panting. Anjali held onto his hands firmly, making sure he couldn't run away again. Just then, Aryan suddenly stood up, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Anjali, oh meri jaaneman, bahar nikal! Aaj jumma hai !" he start singing dramatically.
Anjali facepalmed herself, trying to suppress her laughter. "Main toh tumhare bagal mein hoon,".
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Drenched Heart's || COMPLETED✔️||
Lãng mạn"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
