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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a life on her own, but beneath the surface, she carries deep emotional pain. Losing her...
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Aakarsh's POV:
"No, no, no, chhoro mujhe... Mujhe Kahan le jaa rahe ho?" Chahat whined while, I was trying to take her to her room, she tried to get out of my hold.
(Leave me, where are you taking me?)
"This is not done Arsh, I wanted to dance." She shouted in the garden.
"Shutup chahat, or I will make you dance for the entire night."
"Really? On which song?"
"Without a song."
"Dance without a song? You are so boring Arsh."
"You will get to know soon who is boring and who is excited." I said.
"Okay leave my hand, I promise, I won't run here and there." She said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes" she said.
But she betrayed her words, the moment I left her hand and she ran again. Uff this girl. Is mine anyway. But fuck, what the hell is she doing.
She again stood up on a chair, and started...dancing. I swear, she can fall down anytime. Not wasting any time, I made my way towards her where she was moving on the chair freely. Why is she being so obsessed with chairs today?.
Aaj main upar aasmaan niche...
Aaj main aagey zamanaa hain piche...
Her voice echoed in the garden as there was no one else except the two of us. Everybody else went to their rooms and Chahat also went to her room, which made me relaxed but all the relaxation was gone when she came out of the room again. God knows, how am I going to handle her.
"Enough Chahat! Come down." She shook her head in denial.
"I am giving you the last chance Chahat." She again shook her head and again started singing.
