Twinkle Taneja and Kunj Sarna had been at each other's throats for as long as anyone could remember. They weren't just rivals-they were archenemies. To them, there was no word more insulting than "Kunj" or "Twinkle."
But fate had a twisted sense of...
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In the bustling city of Mumbai, where the sun painted the skies with shades of orange and the aroma of street food lingered in the air, Twinkle Taneja and Kunj Sarna found themselves in a relentless battle of wills. Both belonged to families steeped in tradition, but that was where the similarities ended.
Twinkle was a whirlwind of energy, always the center of attention with her sharp tongue and quicker wit. Her reputation for speaking her mind often landed her in trouble, particularly with Kunj, the cool-headed, strategic planner known for his biting sarcasm and calm demeanor. Their history was marred with rivalry, and no one understood why they just couldn’t get along—except for maybe their mothers, who were plotting their eventual union.
“Twinkle, get ready! We’re meeting the Sarnas today!” her mother, Leela, called from the kitchen, her voice laced with excitement.
“Ugh, mom! Why do we have to see them? I can’t even look at Kunj without wanting to throw something!” Twinkle huffed as she rummaged through her closet, desperately searching for the perfect outfit that said “I’m stylish, but I’ll also stab you with a fork if you look at me the wrong way.”
Leela chuckled, “Sweetheart, just be polite. It’s for Maya’s wedding planning. You might even enjoy it.”
“Enjoy? The last time I enjoyed anything around Kunj, I accidentally fell into a swimming pool while arguing with him about… I don’t even remember! I just remember his stupid face laughing at me!” Twinkle exclaimed, tossing a sparkly top aside in frustration.
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Meanwhile, at the Sarna household, Kunj was pacing in front of the mirror, adjusting his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. His friend Yash leaned against the wall, smirking.
“Man, you’re seriously worried about Twinkle’s opinion? She hates you!” Yash teased, crossing his arms.
“Don’t remind me. It’s a miracle we survived high school without killing each other,” Kunj shot back, rolling his eyes. “But if we have to work together on this wedding project, I can’t let her think she can walk all over me.”
Yash laughed, “You mean, she can’t walk all over you any more than she already does? You’re like her favorite punching bag.”
“Favorite punching bag? That’s a compliment,” Kunj muttered sarcastically. “More like her personal piñata. But I’m not going to be the one to crack open and spill candy this time. She’s in for a rude awakening.”
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The Meeting of Chaos
Later that afternoon, Twinkle and Kunj found themselves face-to-face in the Taneja living room, where a tense atmosphere loomed. The air was thick with anticipation, and their mothers exchanged knowing glances, clearly thrilled about the impending chaos.
“Ah, there they are! The dynamic duo!” Leela announced, her excitement palpable.
Twinkle forced a smile, “Yes, the duo that everyone wishes would go extinct.”
Kunj raised an eyebrow, “I’d rather go extinct than spend another second here, but here we are.”
“Please, you love the attention,” Twinkle shot back, arms crossed defiantly.
“Attention? You mean the attention I get when I rescue everyone from your rants? That attention?” Kunj retorted, unable to hide a smirk.
Their mothers clapped their hands, eager to steer the conversation. “Let’s focus on the wedding!” Usha chirped, attempting to defuse the tension.
“Right! A wedding. A beautiful union,” Kunj said mockingly, shooting Twinkle a pointed look. “If only the bride could marry someone less insufferable.”
“Insufferable? Look who’s talking! You’re like the poster child for insufferability,” Twinkle exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically.
Maya, their cheerful cousin, entered the room at that moment, her arms filled with wedding magazines. “What’s this? A roast? Because I want in!” she laughed, plopping down on the couch. “You two should take this act on the road!”
Twinkle snorted. “Not a chance. We’d drive everyone insane before the first stop.”
Kunj smirked. “And you’d probably end up in a ditch somewhere, debating the merits of glittery nails while I save you.”
“Debating? I’d be shoving glitter up your nose while you tried to rescue me!” Twinkle shot back, eyes sparkling with mischief.
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Project Mayhem Begins
“Okay, enough with the banter. We need to brainstorm ideas for the wedding,” Maya announced, flipping through pages of colorful decorations and dress designs. “Let’s get our creative juices flowing!”
“Creative juices? More like toxic waste,” Kunj murmured under his breath, earning a playful shove from Twinkle.
“First idea: let’s make sure Kunj does all the heavy lifting,” Twinkle suggested, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Sure! And we can all just sit back and watch you give everyone a headache!” Kunj shot back, his eyes narrowing.
“Not a bad plan, actually. Let’s stick with that!” Twinkle grinned, thoroughly enjoying the back-and-forth.
Maya, chuckling, tried to mediate. “How about we split tasks? Twinkle can handle the decorations since she has an eye for style, and Kunj can deal with the logistics.”
“Logistics? As in keeping Twinkle from throwing herself off a building because she can’t decide on a tablecloth?” Kunj asked, feigning shock.
“Hey! I have excellent taste!” Twinkle protested. “You, on the other hand, could put a whole crowd to sleep with your monotone voice.”
“Monotone? I’ll have you know that my voice is like a fine wine—sophisticated and subtle,” Kunj replied, straightening his posture as if to emphasize his point.
“More like cheap soda. Bubbly for five seconds, and then flat,” Twinkle countered with a smirk.
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Family Interventions
Leela and Usha exchanged amused glances, clearly entertained by the ongoing sparring match. “You two should take notes from your cousin Maya—she knows how to handle conflicts,” Usha suggested.
Maya waved her hands dramatically. “I’m just here to enjoy the show! But seriously, you guys, this is going to be fun! Imagine the wedding! The outfits! The food!”
“Food? The only food I’m interested in is what I’ll be eating after I strangle Kunj,” Twinkle deadpanned.
“Twinkle! Be nice!” Leela chided, though the laughter in her voice was evident.
Kunj leaned back, crossing his arms smugly. “See? Even your mom thinks I’m more likable.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Sarna. She’s just trying to maintain some semblance of family peace,” Twinkle shot back.
“Family peace? With you around? That’s like trying to make oil and water mix!” Kunj grinned, reveling in their banter.
“Speaking of oil and water, we should get to work before I spontaneously combust from frustration,” Twinkle declared, her determination evident.
As the planning commenced, Twinkle and Kunj continued their relentless bickering, the room filled with laughter, sarcasm, and the occasional eye roll. Their chemistry was undeniable, even if they’d rather dive headfirst into a cactus than admit it.
