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Even when Everything is linked together no one knows that Niva and Annika are bestfriends . They're childhood friends . They would do anything for each other .
"Everyone this is my bestfriend. Miss .Niva Joshi . A weeding Planner!"
Annika's voice echoed in the room. His family held the expression of shock and surprise.
Niva's charming smile held their attention . Mr.Shekhar Oberoi got up from his seat and stepped towards Niva.
"Niva what a pleasant surprise dear!" He moved forward to shake hands with Niva with a kind smile .
"Yes Uncle ,In the end I'm your son's Wedding Planner and-" She said as she returned the gesture with the same spirit but before completing the sentence she paid attention to Yash . Who was Watching her from head to toe.
Niva entered wearing a elegant black saree which was making her look Fabulous and Sexy . Black always suits her.
"-Even when he didn't informed me , Annika did . She told me You are gonna discuss about the weeding! So I thought I should be present here" Niva completed her sentence and turned her eyes back at Mr.Shekhar.
"Yes ,Ofcourse . Join us" Yash's father nodded his head with a smile .
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The clink of silverware against porcelain filled the grand dining room, a low hum of polite conversation rippling through the table. Niva sat at one end, distinctly aware of how out of place she felt. The black chiffon saree she wore was understated yet striking, the fabric hugging her square frame in a way that was elegant but unintentional. She had chosen it deliberately, knowing it would contrast with the delicate pastels Annika always favored.
Annika’s family had welcomed her with open arms as they always did. After all, she was Annika’s childhood best friend, practically family. But tonight, her skin prickled under the weight of someone else’s gaze.
Yash.
Seated directly across from her, he exuded the calm arrogance she despised—and yet couldn’t seem to ignore. His charcoal suit fit him too perfectly, his posture casual yet commanding, as if the very room bent to his presence. His dark eyes had barely left her all evening, and each glance felt deliberate.
“How’s the Engagement (💍) planning coming along, Niva?” Annika’s father asked warmly, breaking the tension she swore was crackling in the air.
Niva turned to him, forcing a polite smile. “Smoothly, Uncle. The caterers confirmed the menu, and the decorators will begin setting up tomorrow. Everything is on schedule.”
“Of course it is,” Annika chimed in, her tone light and bubbly. “Niva’s a perfectionist. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with this.”
“She’s certainly... thorough,” Yash murmured, his voice carrying just enough edge to catch Niva’s attention.
Her gaze snapped to his, her spine stiffening. “Thoroughness ensures there are no mistakes,” she replied evenly, though her fingers tightened around her glass.
“Is that so?” His lips curved into the faintest smirk, one that made her stomach twist in ways she hated.
Annika, ever oblivious, laughed. “Yash, don’t tease her! You know she’s the best.” She reached over and playfully swatted his arm, her affection so easy, so natural.
Niva’s throat tightened. She reached for her water, masking the flicker of something sharp and unspoken clawing at her chest.
As the conversation shifted, Annika’s mother leaned toward Niva. “You look lovely tonight, dear. That saree suits you beautifully.”
“Thank you, Aunty,” Niva replied, though her gaze flickered to Yash for the briefest second. His eyes hadn’t left her, and she felt pinned under his scrutiny, as though he could see far more than she wanted him to.
“So, Niva,” Yash said suddenly, cutting through the chatter. His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “Isn’t it a little unusual to wear black to a pre - Engagement dinner? Isn’t that... unlucky?”
The table fell silent for a moment, the question hanging in the air like an unsaid dare.
Niva’s lips curled into a tight smile. “Only if you believe in superstitions. I prefer to focus on what’s real.”
“Real, huh?” His gaze lingered on her, the weight of it more personal than she liked. “Like what?”
“Like deadlines and budgets. Not frivolous notions,” she shot back, her voice firm, though her pulse betrayed her.
Annika laughed nervously, glancing between them. “You two always bicker! It’s like you’re siblings or something.”
“Hardly,” Niva said sharply, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Yash’s smirk deepened, but his gaze softened ever so slightly, betraying a trace of something darker. Something possessive.
As the dinner wore on, Niva kept her mask of professionalism firmly in place, but every glance Yash sent her way felt like a spark threatening to ignite something dangerous. She hated him. She hated how he got under her skin. But more than anything, she hated how much space he occupied in her thoughts.
By the time dessert was served, she was counting the seconds until she could leave, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of his presence.
But as she stood to say her goodbyes, Yash caught her eye one last time, his smirk replaced by something deeper.
“We’ll talk soon, Niva,” he said, his tone low and charged with meaning.
She froze for a fraction of a second, then turned on her heel, the black saree trailing behind her like a shadow of all the feelings she refused to name.
"Tomorrow is your special day Mr.Oberoi ! It's your engagement!" She replied before disappearing.
From across the room, Yash’s smirk faded entirely. His jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as it followed her retreating form.
She hated him, yes. But hate was better than indifference. She had no idea, but every step she took away from him only made his resolve stronger.
Because in the end, Annika wasn’t the one he wanted.
It was always Niva.
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I know it is short but I'm not well so I was capable of writing this much .
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