Presenting you the story of three Oberoi brothers and three Singhania sisters who are inexplicably intertwined. Despite their distinct personalities and apparent incompatibilities, destiny has a plan that binds them together in ways they could never...
Dilisha stood at the corner of the street, nervously checking her watch, waiting for Rivaan. Finally, a sleek black BMW pulled up, and the window rolled down. Rivaan flashed his trademark teasing grin, "Hey shorty," he called out.
Dilisha shot him an irritated look, "You are too much."
Unfazed, he replied with a chuckle, "Ok, get in."
She muttered under her breath, "Kesa insaan h, ladki ke liye car door tak nahi khol sakta," (What kind of guy doesn't even open the car door for a girl?) as she walked towards the car.
Catching a bit of her murmuring, he asked, "Kuch kaha tumne?" (Did you say something?)
She rolled her eyes, ignoring his question, and sat in the back seat, determined not to let his teasing get to her. But before she could settle, Rivaan turned his head, "Hey, I'm not your driver! Come sit in the passenger seat."
With a huff, she got out of the back seat and reluctantly sat in the front. Her mood was still irritated, but she didn't say anything. Rivaan glanced at her, amused, as he started the car and drove toward their destination.
They arrived at a luxurious mall. "We're heading to the jewelry store," Rivaan said casually as they walked in. Dilisha, still slightly annoyed, followed him inside.
The shopkeeper greeted them with a friendly smile, "Good morning, ma'am. Good morning, sir. How may I assist you today?"
Rivaan turned to Dilisha with a curious look, "Alright, shorty. Tell me, what accessory should we choose for bhaiya and bhabhi?"
She thought for a moment, then confidently replied, "Hmm... we should get a brooch for both of them. For jiju, I'd say a blue sapphire and ruby brooch. And for Di, something elegant with pearls and diamonds."
They began discussing designs, or more accurately, arguing over every tiny detail. Rivaan kept suggesting bold and flashy designs, while Dilisha argued for something more subtle and elegant. "It's a wedding, not a Bollywood movie set!" she said, frustrated at one of his suggestions.
"Yeah, but it should be something they remember," Rivaan retorted.
After what seemed like an endless back-and-forth, they finally agreed. Rivaan turned to the shopkeeper and handed him his tablet, showing a design they had decided upon. "Here's the design we've chosen. Please make it exactly like this," he said.
The shopkeeper sighed with relief. "Finally, you've made a decision. It will take around four hours to complete. Is that acceptable, or would you prefer us to deliver it?"
Before Rivaan could speak, Dilisha jumped in, "No, we can wait."
Rivaan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Wait? Really?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Yes," she said with a smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Rivaan gave her a suspicious look, still not quite sure why she suddenly seemed so eager to stay. But seeing her smiling, he just shook his head, "Fine, we'll wait."
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