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...
Twinkle and Kunj had barely survived the rollercoaster of wedding prep the day before, and now they were back at it again. The morning sun barely peeking over the horizon, but they were already knee-deep in arguments.
Twinkle rolled her eyes dramatically, staring at the huge pile of decor samples Kunj had brought over. “Kunj, yeh kya hai? Wedding ki planning hai ya kisi art exhibition ka prep?”
Kunj smirked, crossing his arms. “Excuse me, Taneja. This is called style. You wouldn’t get it; it’s a ‘classy’ thing.”
“Style? Classy?” Twinkle raised an eyebrow. “Yeh toh mujhe kisi ‘90s wale shaadi ke album ka background lag raha hai!”
“Achha? And what’s your plan? Cover everything in pink flowers and call it a day?” Kunj shot back, snickering. “Pink suits are so overdone!”
Twinkle shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Listen, Mr. Sarna. At least I have a plan. Tum toh bas yahan showpiece ban ke aaye ho.”
“Showpiece?” Kunj clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch! Right in the heart, Taneja.”
“Heart? Tumhare paas bhi hai?” Twinkle laughed, causing Kunj to gasp in a mock offense.
“Alright, enough of the insults,” Kunj finally said, trying to stifle his laughter. “We need to pick a theme that’ll blow everyone away. So, what’s it going to be? You pick something, and I’ll… not hate it, hopefully.”
Twinkle leaned back, crossing her arms thoughtfully. “Hmm. How about a royal wedding theme?”
“Royal?” Kunj rolled his eyes. “What next? We wear crowns and ride horses?”
Twinkle smirked. “Exactly. And you’ll be the jester!”
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The Prank Begins
Twinkle couldn’t resist the urge to mess with Kunj, especially after his ‘showpiece’ remark. So, she came up with a plan that she knew would leave him speechless. She grabbed her phone and sent a message to a few close friends, inviting them to join her in a little prank.
Later that evening, as Kunj was reviewing the guest list, he noticed something odd
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Kunj smirked, crossing his arms. “Excuse me, Miss Overachiever, this is called variety. Ever heard of it? I thought maybe you’d appreciate some options rather than your usual plain ideas.”
Twinkle scoffed, picking up a bizarre, glittering ribbon from the pile. “Options? Yeh toh circus ke tent lag rahe hain! And what’s with the glitter? Wedding hai, Diwali nahi!”
“Oh, so now you’re the decor expert, huh? Just because you watched one Pinterest video doesn’t mean you can criticize real ideas!” Kunj shot back, reaching for the ribbon in her hand and pulling it back. “Besides, the glitter was your mom’s idea!”
