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After ten minutes, I pulled up outside Raghav's house. Cutting the engine, I paused for a few deep breaths to steady myself. Stepping out, I locked the car and made my way to the front door.
As I reached the doorstep, I pressed the doorbell. The lively hum of chatter inside filtered through, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Moments later, the door swung open, and there he was—Raghav.
"Aa hi gaya finally," Raghav exclaimed and gave me a bro.
"Bhai, if your wife threatens me like that, I had no choice but to come. I can't handle her wrath!" I retorted.
"I heard that," Disha yelled as soon as I finished my sentence.
Raghav stared at me with wide eyes and shook his head in disbelief, mumbling 'kaan bohot tez hai iske' prompting a chuckle from me. With a quick gesture, he invited me inside.
In the living room, a middle-aged couple sat on the sofa, focusing fully on a baby girl they were playing with. I immediately recognised them as Disha's parents.
I bowed down to seek their blessings and inquired about their well-being, engaging in light conversation. As we exchanged pleasantries, a subtle movement caught my attention from the corner of my eye.
I turned my head and saw her.
Diya.
It had been ages since I last saw her—probably at her sister's wedding. And, my god, she was still as stunning as ever, just like the first time I saw her.
As if feeling my gaze, she turned to look at me. Her expression was curious, as though she was trying to place who I was. For a few seconds, our eyes locked, and then her face shifted.
It seemed she remembered me.
Thank god.
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So Sorry for the late late late...update.
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