Always Yours

it was love-arrange marriage

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Gauri turned to Neel and asked, "But what’s the tea on  the slap story?" 

Mahak glanced at Gauri, smirking. "Wait, you don’t know *either*? I thought it was, like, common gossip by now." 

"Nope," Gauri replied, looking genuinely curious. 

Mahak shrugged. "Well, apparently, only Neel, Shivansh, and Raaj are in the loop. The rest of us are just left hanging." 

Neel sighed, a playful grin creeping onto his face. "Fine, I’ll spill." 

He leaned in, lowering his voice for effect. "So, here’s what went down—Raaj was at a restaurant with his friends..."

Flashback ::

As soon as Raaj and his friends reached the receptionist, a 22 Year-old girl in a croptop and skirt walked in with her own group of friends. She and her crew were chatting away loudly, laughing like they owned the place. 

One of her friends teased her, "Girl, you’re so bold! That shortcut of yours actually got us here on time. I thought we were done for today—no way was the boss gonna let this slide." 

Simran flipped her hair dramatically and said, "As long as Simran and her *dhanno is here no need to stress!" 

The receptionist handed both groups their table numbers—tables they had apparently booked in advance. Raaj and his friends went to their assigned table, placed their stuff down, and were about to settle in. But, surprise, surprise, Simran and her friends arrived at the same table. 

Simran casually placed her bag on the table and said, "Oh, excuse me, mister. Where do you think you’re sitting? *This* is our table." 

Raaj, staying calm and polite, replied, "Ma’am, I think there’s been some confusion. This is our table. You can double-check if you like." 

But Simran wasn’t having it. She raised her voice, pointing at Raaj. "Listen, I don’t need to check anything. Guys like you—rich and arrogant—think you own the world. But don’t even *think* for a second that I’m scared of you! I’ve dealt with your type plenty of times and made them eat dirt." 

Her friends were trying to calm her down, but Simran wasn’t budging. Just then, the waiter showed up, looking flustered. 

"Uh, sir, ma’am, I’m really sorry," he said, trying to mediate. "It’s our mistake. We accidentally assigned you both the same table. This is actually the ladies’ table, and yours is the one to the left." 

Awkward silence followed. 

Raaj exchanged a look with his friends, shrugged, and they quietly moved to the other table while Simran shot them a triumphant smirk.

Raaj was fuming. Simran’s unnecessary taunts and attitude had really pushed his buttons, but his friends patted his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Let it go, bro. You run into people like her all the time in public places,” one of them said. 

Later, both Raaj and Simran exited the restaurant around the same time, though they kept their distance. Neither of them even glanced at the other. While Raaj stood waiting for his car, Simran was busy posing with her friends, taking pictures and laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. 

That’s when Raaj’s eyes landed on her waist. A bug. A big, nasty one crawling on her back, about to bite her. She didn’t even notice. 

Without thinking twice, Raaj strode over, flicked the bug off her waist, and stepped back. But before he could say anything, Simran turned on him, her face livid.