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Hi twinkles!♡

So today I am asking you some question..

What is your type ~
Any Wattpad book recommendation~

And ik mai gayab thi but reason tha ...kuch to tha ...bs tha.... But ab to Mai velli hu so new chapter on  next Wednesday.

Any question for me~
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Bhen ki pakodi phone utha jaldi kab tak pahuchegi ye.... yaha meri jaan nikle Jaa rhi hai ..aur ye gayab hai.. pata nahi kaha mar gayi ab tak to aa jana chahiye tha ise" Her nerves getting the best of her, Aarohi muttered to herself while pacing back and forth, her anxiety evident in her tense movements.

In a moment of frustration because Arshia was not picking up the phone, Aarohi tossed her phone onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Then, in the midst of her worried thinking, realization dawned upon her as she remembered a certain someone who was currently in her house.

The mere thought of him being in her house sent a wave of heat to her cheeks, causing her to blush like a smitten fool. In an attempt to hide her reaction, she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face, succumbing to her girlish emotions.

With the pillow in hand, she stood up and let the power of her imagination take over. As she started dancing with the pillow, she closed her eyes, envisioning it as Yatharth. Her movements took on a dreamlike quality, each twirl and sway fueled by the secret desires in her heart.

Caught up in the moment, Aarohi had tripped and fallen backwards onto her bed, still holding the pillow in her arms. She was just about to kiss it when a voice suddenly broke the silence, jolting her back to reality" Nautanki mat kar vo Yatharth nhi hai uski chummi leke kya karegi?"

As soon as she heard the voice, Aarohi quickly stood up from her bed, still clutching the pillow. Her eyes widened  as she noticed her best friend standing at the door, watching her with an amused expression.

Panicked, Aarohi quickly rushed over to Arshia and covered her mouth with her palm, glancing nervously around the hall to ensure that no one had overheard her friend's words.

With a firm grip, Aarohi took hold of Arshia's hand and led her inside her room, closing the door behind them.

" Bhen tu pagal hai kya koi sun leta to ..kisi aur ko chord vo sun leta to" In a low but stern voice, Aarohi whispered.

Bouncing on the bed, Arshia rolled her eyes playfully, clearly eager to get to the point. Turning her gaze toward Aarohi, she spoke with a touch of mock-boredom," Tughe kab se tarun se dar lagne laga"

Realization dawned on Aarohi's face as she realized that Arshia had completely misinterpreted the situation.

" Abey vo aaya hai " Aarohi said in a low voice which only Arshia could hear . Arshia look at her in confusion and asked" who?"

" Abey wahi"

" Kon wahi?"

"Abey wahi wahi"

"Kon wahi"

"Samajh na"

Aarohi's cheeks turned a rosy hue as she tried to explain herself, her words stumbling over each other in her embarrassment.

As Arshia raised an eyebrow, silently asking about "him" with a gesture, Aarohi responded with a hasty nod, her face now sporting a deep shade of red due to her intense blushing.

" Chal jiju se milke aate hai" Arshia announced her intention with a firm tone, firmly gripping Aarohi's arm and forcefully guiding her towards the door.

In a moment of panic, Aarohi struggled to break free from Arshia's grip and sprinted away, her heart racing as she tried to evade her friend's determined actions.

As Arshia pulled her forcefully, Aarohi's instincts kicked in, and she instinctively reached out to grip the doorframe, attempting to halt their progress.

In a desperate attempt to break free from Arshia's grip, Aarohi managed to tear her hand away, causing Arshia to lose her balance and tumble into someone standing behind her.

Turning around, Aarohi was met with the sight of a furious Tarun, who was now lying on the ground, his black shirt stained with the spilled juice. Her heart sank as she realized the trouble they had caused.

Arshia's gaze fell upon Tarun, and her breathing became labored as she took in the sight before her. The wet clothes clinging to his muscular frame were an enticing sight, leaving her unable to tear her eyes away.

As Tarun raised his head, his gaze met Arshia's, and his expression softened upon seeing her timid and frightened demeanor. He found her endearing, amused by her apprehensions that he would snap at her.

Their intense eye contact was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Aarohi's laughter. Both Tarun and Arshia quickly regained their composure, standing up and straightening their clothes.

With a warm smile, he reassured Arshia, "It's okay, don't worry. I'll just go and change." With that, he walked away, leaving behind a relieved yet blushing Arshia.

As Aarohi overheard Tarun's words, her expression changed to one of sadness and vulnerability. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her emotions running rampant.

As Aarohi's mind buzzed with questions, a whirlwind of doubts filled her thoughts. She wondered if Tarun would have reacted in that same courteous manner if it had been her in Arshia's place instead. Would he have been just as patient and understanding if she was the one who had accidentally spilled juice on him?

The harsh truth of the matter dawned on her. The answer was a resounding "no." She knew deep down that if it were her in Arshia's position, Tarun's response would have been much different.

Arshia look at her and said " Kya hua chal na jiju se milna hai"

Aarohi nodded and started following her. Without speaking a word.

Entering the living room, Aarohi and Arshia found Yatharth diligently engrossed in his studies