"Ek arsa laga humein samajhne me,
fark hai mohabbat kehne aur karne me"
Yuvaan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his black suit. The tailored jacket fit perfectly on his well-defined physique. He studied his reflection, a smirk forming on his lips. “Honestly, I look good enough to make anyone weak in the knees,” he said, straightening his tie and running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
He picked up his favorite bottle of perfume, and sprayed it. Breathing in the fragrance, he nodded in approval.
He turned back to the mirror, his heart racing with anticipation. “I hope Naira is wearing that dress I sent her, the red sleek frock. She will look fucking hot. Hot enough to make me weak in my knees. It’s going to look amazing on her. She must be surprised!” He imagined her in the dress, the way it would hug her curves and complement her radiant skin.
“What if she doesn’t like it?” he pondered aloud, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. “No, she has to love it. I know her taste. It’s perfect for tonight.”
He glanced at the time and felt a rush of adrenaline. “Okay, it’s time to go. You’ve prepared enough. Just remember to be yourself. Show her the real Yuvaan. And who knows? Maybe tonight will be the start of something amazing.”
With a final look in the mirror, he straightened his jacket one last time, squared his shoulders.
Just then, Yuvaan heard footsteps and turned to see Dev entering the room. Dev had a casual grin and was dressed in a red sweatshirt and jeans and specs looking effortlessly relaxed and handsome.
Yuvaan narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be wearing a suit, Dev? It's a business party."
Dev shrugged, sticking out his tongue playfully. "You know Dev dixit is not fond of suits. Too stiff and formal for my taste.” He reached for the perfume bottle in Yuvaan's hand, snatching it before Yuvaan could react.
“Hey! At least ask before you take my perfume,” Yuvaan muttered, pretending to be annoyed. But he couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched Dev try to look fancy in his casual clothes.
Dev gave Yuvaan a look and nodded approvingly. “Well, is your dream girl’s going to be there?”
Yuvaan’s expression softened. He adjusted his hair, almost as if saying her name was enough to make him feel both excited and nervous. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, unable to hide the anticipation in his voice. “Naira’s coming.”
Dev grinned, nudging him with his elbow. “Well, then, tonight’s going to be interesting, isn’t it?" Aaj ka raat yuvaan ka raat."
(Tonight is Yuvaan's night)
Yuvaan laughed and nodded his head.“That’s the plan,” he replied, glancing at his reflection one last time.
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Naira looked down at the red dress Yuvaan had sent her, adjusting it comfortably. She knew he will be lecturing her for hours if she hadn’t worn it, so she decided to avoid his talks. Standing by the roadside, she waited for a taxi.
Just then, a car pulled up in front of her. The driver rolled down the window and looked at her with a polite smile. “Naira ma’am, please get in,” he said, gesturing towards the back seat.
