🪷 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇: Cause everyone deserves a sports romance.
Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous...
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8. Meeting.
[A/N: translations are not added in this chapter. They might be added soon.]
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I finished arranging a few things for Aunty, making sure everything was in place before I left. As I set the last glass on the table, I turned to her with a soft smile. “Aunty, maine staff ko sab kuch samjha diya hai. Please, no overworking, okay?”
She looked at me with a warm, motherly smile, reaching out to gently pat my hand. “Haan beta, okay,” she replied, her voice soft and affectionate. Then her face broke into a teasing grin. “But go now. Enjoy yourself. And don’t forget to come back and tell me how your date was!”
I could feel my cheeks warming up instantly. “It’s not a date, Aunty,” I replied quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s just… a meeting.” The word ‘meeting’ felt so dry and formal compared to how Aunty was making it sound.
Komal Di was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a knowing smile. “Heer, dekho, humare yaha use ‘date’ hi kehte hain,” she chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I could tell she was loving every second of my flustered reaction.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my composure, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. “Whatever,” I muttered, feeling a mixture of amusement and mild embarrassment as both Aunty and Komal Di chuckled at my expense.
As I walked out, I could still hear their laughter echoing softly behind me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
This was just a casual meet-up, not a ‘date,’ I reminded myself.
I walked towards the door, I barely noticed anyone in front of me until I collided head-on with a solid wall of muscle. I stumbled back, my hand instinctively reaching up to rub my forehead. “Ow, ow, ow,” I muttered, feeling the dull ache start to spread.
When I looked up, I was met with an all-too-familiar face staring down at me, brows raised and an annoyingly amused smirk forming at the corner of his lips. Abhishek. Of course.
