"Pehle pyaar ko bhulate bhulate jab dusri baar pyaar aaega to jodne se jada tod ke jaega!"
Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirling everything inside him. The urge in him to protect her only to ruin h...
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Parthvi, dressed in a baby pink suit, her hair neatly tied in a long braid, stood outside the gate of her hostel. An open jeep screeched to a halt in front of her, and there he was.
Randheer in the passenger seat wearing a crisp white short kurta paired with jeans, a blue scarf casually hanging around his neck. The rudraksha encased in gold gleamed on his wrist with sacred threads, while his specs gave him an alluring and captivating aura.
"Pyaari lag rahi ho." he said softly, stepping down from the jeep.
(You look lovely.)
A shy smile played on her lips as she opened her mouth to respond, but he interrupted, "Ab baitho, late ho raha hai!"
(Now get in, we're running late!)
Her smile faded as she shot him a pointed look, her expression accusing "Pehle khud hi late aate hain, phir aankhein dikhate hain. Bholenath, kahan phasa diya hai humein!" she mumbled under her breath.
(First, he's late himself, and then he dares to lecture me. Oh Lord Shiva, what have you gotten me into!)
Randheer, oblivious to her muttering, helped her climb into the backseat, sliding in beside her while Vishal on the driver's seat, chuckled at their antics.
"At least introduce us!" Vishal teased, his voice mocking. Their gazes turned to him, his chuckle quickly dying under his combined scrutiny.
"He's Vishal, my PA," Randheer introduced nonchalantly. "Aesa marenge na Randheer saara, 'PA' ka bhoot nikal jaega!" Vishal cut in with an offended look.
(I'll knock that 'PA' nonsense right out of you!)
Parthvi looked at Vishal, with surprise suppressing the urge to chuckle. "I am Vishal, his best friend," he clarified with a self-assured grin. "I practically live in his house, and this whole 'PA' thing is just honorary. Trust me, without me, Randheer is nothing."
"I'm Parthvi Rathore, his to-be wife," she replied softly, her voice tinged with amusement.
"Are you sure you can handle him for the rest of your life?" Vishal joked, earning a glare from Randheer while Parthvi giggled looking at randheer's irritated face.
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"We'll merge with the others at the next crossroad. From there, we'll cover most of the big sections of the city," Vishal explained. Randheer nodded slightly distracted, his gaze wandering to Parthvi, her locks flying with the breeze, her calm demeanor accentuated by her minimal yet elegant makeup.
"Vishal bhai, can we not focus more on the smaller sections instead of the big ones?" Parthvi asked, her tone thoughtful as she shifted her gaze between the two men.
Vishal glanced at Randheer before replying, "Why do you think that?" "Well," she began, her words deliberate and calculated, "You've probably paid the media a hefty sum for live telecasts and all." She paused while Randheer and Vishal exchanged knowing glance.
