The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
Sorry for late update been busy with the exams and then Diwali
And also happy diwali to all of you.
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As I stood with Sanvi by my side, Ira still clinging to me, I couldn't shake the curiosity bubbling inside me. I had barely walked into the mansion, only to be greeted by this surprise. Ayaansh had just entered the living room when Sanvi spotted him. Her eyes widened, and before I could say a word, she blurted out, "Tum yaha kya kar rahe ho?"
Ayaansh, being his usual self, rolled his eyes dramatically and replied, "Mera ghar hai. Apne ghar mein nahi rahunga toh sadak pe rahu?"
Sanvi huffed and crossed her arms, looking at him like she was ready to throw something. "Tum sadak pe hi ache lagte ho!"
I blinked, glancing between the two of them. They were like cats about to pounce. My mind was racing, trying to catch up with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. *What on earth is going on?*
"Wait, wait," I interrupted, waving my hands between them. "How do you two know each other?"
They both pointed at each other at the same time and said in unison, "Ask her! Ask him!"
Before I could react, Riya popped up behind me, grinning like she'd just found her favorite gossip material. "Oh God! Don't tell me—Ayaansh, is she the same Sanvi?" Her voice was filled with mischief, her eyes twinkling with delight.
Ayaansh gave her a short nod, trying to look cool but failing miserably as his ears turned pink. Riya, unable to hold back her amusement, burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Sanvi! I'm your biggest fan !" She clapped her hands together, still laughing. "You're the only one who can bring this bandar back to the ground."
Ayaansh glared at Riya, but she just shrugged it off, clearly enjoying herself. I stood there, still confused as ever, watching them bicker like they'd been doing this for years. "Wait a minute, kya ho raha hai yaha?" I asked, waving my arms for attention. "I'm missing something big, aren't I?"
Sanvi, who had been shy and timid just moments ago, transformed into this feisty, confident girl as she threw daggers at Ayaansh with her eyes. It was like watching a completely different person. And Ayaansh—usually the one throwing sarcasm at everyone—was now stumbling over his words as he tried to defend himself.
"You didn't tell her, did you?" Sanvi shot at Ayaansh, ignoring my question for the moment.
Ayaansh rubbed the back of his neck. "Baat banane ka time hi nahi mila," he muttered.
"What time, Ayaansh? You've been running your mouth all day!" Sanvi retorted, stepping closer, clearly not intimidated by him.
Riya wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Meera, you're in for a treat. These two... just wait. Ayaansh met his match with Sanvi here a long time ago. She's probably the only one who can handle him."
