This is a yarn of two best friends who met via social media and were inseparable and then how they met two other best friends and fell in love .
AASHIKA SINGH is sweet and generous with a sunshine vibe
whereas
MAYRA KAPOOR is rogue and savage wit...
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It had been over a month since I moved to Delhi, and the preparations for the official engagement were in full swing. The entire city seemed to be celebrating, as if it were a grand festival. The streets in my neighborhood were decked out with vibrant lights and fresh flowers, creating an atmosphere of joy and anticipation. You could tell from miles away that something special was happening. The buzz and energy were infectious, even for someone like me who preferred a quieter life.
I had settled back into my apartment, despite Aadvik and his family insisting that I stay with them. Their hospitality was warm and heartfelt, but I've always cherished my independence and the solitude of my own space. I appreciated their kindness, truly, but living with a family, no matter how welcoming, wasn't something I could see myself doing. Thankfully, Aashika understood this about me. She didn't press the matter, though she often stayed over for the weekend and frequently dropped by my office during the week. Her presence felt like a comforting balance between companionship and the personal space I valued.
As for Neel, his silence had started to bother me. He hadn't returned my calls in days, and the lack of response felt odd. I tried to convince myself that he was just busy with his own life, but how long does it really take to send a simple text back? The distance between us wasn't just physical anymore—it felt like a growing emotional gap that I couldn't ignore.
I took a long sip of my coffee, trying to savor the moment of peace before diving back into the Khurana project. But just as I started reviewing the designs, I heard those familiar footsteps. My jaw clenched. Him. Again.
I muttered under my breath, "Why, God? Why me?" Because ever since I agreed to this project, Vihaan has been barging into my office like he owns the place. And it's not just here.
If I'm at the office? He's there. If I visit Aadvik's villa? Oh, look, there he is. I turn around, and guess who's there, smirking like he's the king of the world? Him.
Honestly, he's like a bad rash—impossible to get rid of. He doesn't just hover. He invades. And today was no different.
"Don't you knock?" I snapped as he strolled in, casually leaning against the edge of my desk like it was his.
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Why knock when I know you're just dying to see me?"
"Yes, Vihaan," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice, "I wake up every morning hoping you'll ruin my day. Thanks for fulfilling that dream."
He chuckled, completely unbothered. "You're welcome. It's my pleasure to keep your life... exciting."
"Exciting?" I shot back, glaring at him. "Exciting is skydiving or winning a lottery. You're more like a fly buzzing around my ear."
