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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Shopping for your engagement sounds magical, doesn’t it? Like one of those Bollywood movie moments where the bride-to-be walks out in a gorgeous outfit, and everyone gasps dramatically. But here I was, stuck between dreamy showroom lights and price tags scarier than horror movies.
The showroom was luxurious, with shimmering gowns and sparkling jewelry everywhere. A younger me would’ve been twirling with excitement, but the me standing here was having a meltdown.
“Relax, Aashika,” I muttered to myself as I stepped inside. “You’re marrying Aadvik Oberoi. You’re supposed to belong here.”
Easy to say. Harder to feel.
The real problem? Aadvik didn’t care about the prices. He could probably buy the whole showroom if he wanted to. But me? I grew up comparing vegetable prices between two vendors. That habit doesn’t vanish overnight.
And then, I saw it.
A red gown. Shimmering under golden lights like a star descended from heaven. The dress called to me, almost whispering, “Pick me up. I’ll make you unforgettable.”
I did. And then I saw the price tag.
“Fifty thousand?” I whispered, horrified. “For this? I could buy an entire wedding buffet for this much!”
With a sigh, I placed the gown back carefully and turned to leave. Before I could take two steps, the sales assistant appeared, smiling like she’d just landed a jackpot.
“Great choice, ma’am! This piece is from our luxury exclusive collection, designed by none other than your—”
“Why don’t you show us other dresses?” Aadvik interrupted smoothly. His voice was calm, but there was an undertone of authority that shut the assistant up instantly.
I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Why’d you cut her off? I wanted to know which genius thought dresses should cost more than my entire closet.”
He smirked, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Normal people can’t afford it,” he murmured, resting his chin on my shoulder. “But we can.”
“Whatever,” I huffed, rolling my eyes and pulling away. But deep down, his words lingered. This was his world. Not mine. And as much as I wanted to belong, I wasn’t sure if I ever truly would.
--- Aadvik’s POV
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