𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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My heart pounded inside my chest as I stood frozen.
Bua Ji was standing right there, staring at me like a detective who had just found her biggest clue.
I swallowed hard, trying to act normal.
"Aapko kuch chahiye tha, Bua Ji?" I asked, hoping she'd ignore me and move on.
She didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing, "Where were you? I've been looking for you for a while now!"
Panic shot through me. Did she know? No, no. Please, no!
"I was…um…looking for some makeup supplies, you know…" I stammered, my voice shaking.
My brain was screaming thinking of something better, idiot! but it was too late.
Mentally, I prayed that Vihaan wouldn't walk in. It had already been five minutes since I left him, but knowing him, he could show up any second. And if he did, Bua Ji would sniff out the truth anyhow.
Just as I thought I was safe, a voice cut through the air.
"Ruh…Anika!"
I am done.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then turned to see Vihaan standing there.
I glared at him, my eyes silently screaming, Why are you here, you stupid chimpanzee?
Vihaan gave me a sheepish look, clearly unaware of the upcoming disaster.
Bua Ji, sensing something , raised an eyebrow, pointing to corner, "Why are you coming from that corner?"
Vihaan being Vihaan, gave the worst possible answer, "Uh… I was just getting some fresh air."
I closed my eyes as I rubbed my temple.
Vihaan looked at her as he scratched the back of his head.
"Ah....actually, I came to give this to Ruh-anika. Prisha Di asked me to hand it over." He shoved a bag into my hands.
I peeked inside. Lipstick. The one I had picked earlier.
"But I haven’t even paid for this yet," I blurted.
Vihaan, without missing a beat, replied, "Oh, Prisha di already paid. You can take it."
Bua Ji tilted her head, "So, you're Prisha’s brother?"
Vihaan hesitated for a second, then nodded, "Yes…."
I facepalmed.
Bua Ji's eyes darted between us. She folded her arms, "kyaa naam hai tumhara?"
Before Vihaan could answer, I jumped in, desperate to change the topic, "Bua Ji, his name is—"
But she cut me off, "Ruhanika, does he not have a tongue? Let him speak."
