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Jay's POV:
We had all reached our destination and were sitting in the garden of the hotel, discussing the wedding functions. Suddenly, I heard someone speak in a low tone.
"Kitni hot hai yaar," one of my relative's sons whispered, and my attention followed his gaze.
My eyes widened when I saw her. She looked absolutely stunning—he way her hair flowed, and her pink lips forming a delicate pout. Her eyes locked onto us, and for a moment, our gazes met and everything froze.
"Mishika!" Nimmi shouted, breaking the eye contact. She ran towards her and stood in front of her, grinning widely. "Hi! If I'm right, you're Mishika, right?"
"Yes," Mishika replied, her voice sweet, accompanied by a radiant smile.
"But how do you know me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Nimmi smiled mischievously and said, "I've seen you in a few videos dancing with Aradhana di."
"But we always used to cover our faces," Mishika said, surprised.
"I know," Nimmi replied confidently.
"Then how did you recognize me?" Mishika asked, raising one eyebrow.
'Oh my God,' I thought. Her eyes are deep like the ocean.
"From your tattoos," Nimmi answered with a proud smile. Mishika bent down slightly to match Nimmi's height, kissed her nose, and said, "Smart girl."
Then she straightened up and walked towards us. She bent to touch Dhairya's mother's feet, followed by Aryan's mother.
"Aunty, I am Avinash's sister, Mishika Khurana," she introduced herself. Both women blessed her warmly.
"You're so beautiful," they remarked, making Mishika smile brightly in return.
Aryan's mother added with a playful smile, "Tum saari ladkiyan itni khoobsurat kaise ho? Kya routine hai tum logon ka?"
Mishika raised her eyebrows and asked, "Kya matlab? Main aapki baat samjhi nahi."
"I mean, how are you, Aradhana,and the others all so beautiful?" Aryan's mother explained.
Mishika just smiled at the compliment.
While they continued chatting, my attention was fixed solely on Mishika—her smile, her sweet voice, the way her lips moved. I want to taste those lips.
Jay, stop with these stupid thoughts. Behave yourself!
"Bhai, hot hai na?" someone whispered in my ear. Without thinking, I nodded.
"Shaadi karega?" Now different voice come asked next, and again I nodded absentmindedly.
"Daddy banega?" Then again whispered slyly, and once more, I nodded.
I suddenly snapped back to reality and glanced to my side. Ruhi , dhairya and Aryan was sitting next to me, a playful smirk spreading across their face. I knew exactly why they was smirking.
Without wasting a second, I stood up and walked away before they could start teasing me.
As I walked away from the group, trying to escape Ruhi's teasing gaze, I found myself drifting toward the edge of the garden. The cool breeze caressed my face, but even that couldn't cool down the storm of thoughts brewing inside me—Mishika.
I stood there for a moment, staring into nothingness, but my mind kept rewinding to her smile and the way she kissed Nimmi's nose. How can someone be so effortlessly charming?
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