Will the ex-lovers Amrit and Veer ever get back together? Will the secret crush Randhir and Radhika ever confess their feelings to each other? And will the boy Anirudh ever be able to express his feelings to the girl Nivedita? To find out, we must d...
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Radhika was passing through the restroom in snowland when her eyes fell on Randhir's phone lying on the table. The screen glowed as a notification popped up, and her breath hitched when she noticed the lock screen wallpaper—it looked strikingly similar to one of her own photos.
"Wait, is that...me?" she thought, her heart racing. But she quickly dismissed the idea, convincing herself that she was overthinking. "It can't be. Why would he have my photo?" Curiosity got the better of her, and she moved closer, her hand reaching toward the phone.
Just then, Randhir walked into the room, and she jumped back in surprise. Her hesitation and guilty expression didn't go unnoticed by him. Randhir's heart sank for a moment, realizing she might have seen the wallpaper. "Oh no, she caught me red-handed," he thought, but he quickly composed himself.
"Uhh...Doc girl chipkali, kya kar rahi thi tum mere phone ke paas?" he teased, folding his arms and giving her a knowing smirk.
Radhika's face flushed. She fumbled with her words, avoiding eye contact. "Wo...wo mai...kuch nahi, bas...kuch nahi," she stammered, trying to walk away.
But Randhir wasn't about to let it go. He glanced at his phone and noticed the wallpaper—her photo smiling back at him. A soft smile played on his lips as he sighed in relief, "Phew, bach gaya."
As Radhika reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned back, her face still red. "Wo...woh mai..." she started, nervously fiddling with the hem of her kurti.
"Uff, doc girl, kya bolna hai? Chipkali ki tarah sharma mat, seedha bolo," Randhir said, his signature teasing tone masking his own nervousness.
Taking a deep breath, Radhika blurted out in one breath, "Mujhe tumhare social media accounts ki...id...chahiye."
Randhir blinked in surprise, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Oh? Tumhe meri IDs chahiye?" he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. Inside, his heart was doing somersaults. "Finally, she's interested in me online too!"
"Woh...haan," she said, still avoiding his gaze. "Woh...bas updates ke liye. Matlab...aapke...umm...photos, bas."
"Achha, achha," he said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. "Tum pehle hi stalk kar rahi thi kya? Ab permission maang rahi ho?" he teased, enjoying her flustered state.
"Randhir!" she glared at him, her cheeks burning. "Agar dena hai toh do, warna rehne do!"
"Haan, haan, ab kya gussa kar rahi ho?" he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He quickly shared his Snapchat and Instagram IDs with her. "Lo, ab tum meri photos dekh sakti ho officially."
"Thank you," she muttered, quickly typing his IDs into her phone. Then she hesitated for a second before reluctantly saying, "Tum...tumhare IDs toh mil gaye...ab mera bhi le lo."
Randhir raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Oh? Tum apne IDs share karogi? Wah, kya baat hai, doc girl!"
"Chup raho aur lo," she said, quickly sharing her accounts with him. Both avoided each other's gaze, the air between them charged with unspoken emotions.
