Will the ex-lovers Amrit and Veer ever get back together? Will the secret crush Randhir and Radhika ever confess their feelings to each other? And will the boy Anirudh ever be able to express his feelings to the girl Nivedita? To find out, we must d...
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Radhika sat at a table in a nearby café with her colleagues, trying to enjoy her coffee while avoiding the direction of Randhir, who had just walked in. Despite the charming ambiance, her mind was preoccupied, fueled by Kaveri bua's poisonous words about how Randhir blamed her for the hospital fire. She pretended not to notice him, but her heart raced every time she glanced his way.
Randhir, on the other hand, was on a mission. He spotted Radhika and, with a charming grin, sauntered over. "Hello, ladies!" he said, flashing a smile that could make any heart skip a beat. His attention turned to Radhika's colleagues, who were clearly smitten. One of them blushed and exclaimed, "Haayee, thank you, handsome!"
Radhika couldn't help but roll her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Kya yaar, kabse ladkiyon mein interest lene lage?" She leaned back in her chair, feigning nonchalance, but inside, she was anything but calm.
"Waise, tum toh pretty lady ho," he complimented one of Radhika's colleagues. "Number milega kya aapka, Miss?"
"Sure!" the colleague replied eagerly, exchanging numbers with Randhir as Radhika shot her a bombastic side-eye, as if to say, Don't even think about it! The girls giggled and wandered off, leaving Radhika feeling a mix of annoyance and jealousy. "Chalo, thodi baatein karte hain," Randhir said, holding Radhika's hand and leading her to a quieter corner of the café.
As they reached the secluded spot, Randhir pulled her closer, pressing her back against him. "Kya yeh accha hai? Mujhe chhod do!" Radhika protested, pushing against him, but he only tightened his grip, enjoying her feisty spirit.
"Why are you behaving like this?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Radhika hesitated, caught between her desire to push him away and the urge to lean into his warmth. "Kuch nahi," she replied, though her heart was screaming otherwise.
He turned her around, their faces inches apart, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Radhika felt a shiver run down her spine at the intimate gesture. "Tum aise kyun ho? Tumhare liye yeh sab acha nahi hai," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and confusion.
