Endearing love

Twenty-Sixth🌹

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As the lively party continued, Tara, dressed in a sparkling golden outfit that perfectly matched the grandeur of the night, spotted Raunak across the banquet hall. He was weaving through the crowd, making his way toward the dessert table with his usual laid-back confidence.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Tara smirked and marched right over, her voice dripping with teasing sarcasm. "Raunak! Tumhe sharam nahi aati, haan? Itni buri tarah se college mein apni beizzati karwaane ke baad bhi yahaan mujhe apni chilgoze si shakal dikhane aa gaye ho?"

{"Raunak! Don't you have any shame? After getting humiliated so badly at college, you still came here to show me that peanut face of yours?"}

Raunak looked up, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms. "Can you please just shut that stupid mouth of yours? Jab bhi khulta hai, bas bakwaas hi nikalti hai," he shot back, clearly annoyed .

Tara raised an eyebrow, undeterred by his irritation. "Chal na, race lagate hain dessert table tak. Dekhti hoon, kaise beat karoge mujhe," she challenged, her eyes gleaming with playful determination.

Raunak scoffed, glancing around. "Seriously? Yeh kya bachpana hai, Tara? Party mein ho aur yeh bachkani harkatein? Pagalon ki tarah behave karna bhi koi baat hui?"

{"Seriously? What is this childishness, Tara? You're at a party, and this kind of behavior? Acting like a fool-does that make any sense?"}

The teasing tone hit Tara harder than she expected, and a flicker of hurt crossed her face as she glanced down, her enthusiasm dampened. She muttered, barely audible, "I was just trying to make it fun..."

Raunak noticed the change in her expression, feeling a twinge of guilt for his sharp words. Sighing, he softened his tone, tilting his head to catch her gaze again. "Waise... agar tum race jeet gayi, toh kya treat milega?" he said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Tara's eyes lit up, the hint of disappointment fading as quickly as it had appeared. "Oh, ab tumhein treat chahiye? Pehle race mein harao, phir sochungi!" She crossed her arms, her competitive spark reignited.

Raunak chuckled, rolling his sleeves up in a mock serious way. "Fine, challenge accepted. Lekin agar main jeet gaya toh tumhe dessert table se meri liye woh sab kuch lana padega jo main order karunga," he bargained, pretending to be stern.

With a mischievous grin, Tara gave him a nod. "Done! But beware, Raunak Sharma. I'm faster than you think!"

Raunak, who was busy eyeing the selection of sweets, turned to face her with a confident smirk. "Oh, really? You think you can beat me to it? I'm older and faster, Tara!"

Tara rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. "Older? Maybe. Faster? Not a chance! I've seen how you run; it's like watching a turtle!"

Raunak laughed, shaking his head. "A turtle? Please! You're just jealous of my skills."

Without warning, Tara darted toward the cake, determination in her eyes. "Let's see who gets it first!"

Raunak, quick on his feet, intercepted her path, arms outstretched. "Not so fast, little diva! You've got to get past me first!"