In the bustling city of Mumbai, Aahan Shubman Gill, a training cricketer, lives a life driven by ambition and discipline. His days are filled with board meetings, high-stakes negotiations, and the constant pursuit of success. Despite his achievement...
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Ahaan paced around his room, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. He had made up his mind—he was going to ask Sammy to be his girlfriend. But before that, he needed some guidance. And who better to ask than Vamika?
Grabbing his phone, he called her. The phone rang a couple of times before she picked up.
Ahaan took a deep breath. "I need your help, Vami. It's about Sammy."
There was a brief silence before Vamika let out an exaggerated gasp. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you finally confessing?!"
Ahaan rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile forming on his lips. "Yeah... I want to ask her to be my girlfriend. But I have no clue how to do it."
"Aww, my little Ahaan is growing up!" Vamika teased. "Okay, listen, it has to be special. Something meaningful. You can't just casually ask her over text."
"I wasn't planning to do that!" Ahaan protested.
"Good. So, do something that'll make her heart melt. You know what she loves, right?"
Ahaan paused, thinking. "She loves coffee... and books."
"There you go! Plan something around that. Maybe take her to a cute bookstore café or gift her a book with a little note inside asking her out."
Ahaan hummed in thought. "That's actually a great idea."
"Obviously! You're lucky to have me."
Ahaan chuckled. "Alright, thanks, Vami. I'll let you know how it goes."
"You better! And Ahaan?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't mess it up!"
Ahaan laughed. "Noted."
As he ended the call, he felt a mix of excitement and nerves. He had a plan. Now, he just had to make it perfect for Samaira.
Later that evening, Ahaan knocked on Aadhya's door and peeked inside. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone.
"Aadhya, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, stepping inside hesitantly.
Aadhya arched a brow, clearly amused. "Wait, is my super cool, independent brother actually asking me for help?"
Ahaan rolled his eyes but shut the door behind him. "I need advice about... Samaira."
At the mention of Samaira, Aadhya's interest peaked. She sat up straight, putting her phone aside. "Oh my God! Are you finally going to ask her out?"
Ahaan sighed and nodded. "Yes, but I don't know how to make it special. I talked to Vamika, and she suggested something with books or coffee since Samaira loves both. But I don't want it to be too simple or predictable."
