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The Singhania household had finally exhaled.
The last fairy light from the wedding decor had been packed away. The soft chaos of aunties gossiping in the kitchen and uncles adjusting the AC remote had been replaced by peace. Or at least, what seemed like peace.
Because while Kritika and Karan were somewhere on a hammock in the Maldives, sipping coconut water and bickering over sunscreen...
Back home?
Siddharth Singhania was fixing his hair for the fifth time.
The comb dragged through his already perfect hair as he stood in front of the mirror, frowning.
“Too neat,” he muttered. Ruffled it slightly.
Now?
“Too messy.”
He groaned, tossed the comb on the table, and looked at the clock again.
8:41 PM.
Still early — but not for him.
His heart had been sprinting like an athlete all day.
Why?
Because Shivika was coming.
After nearly a full week of missed glances, awkward silences, stolen smiles, and trying to act “normal” around their families, this was the first time they’d be alone. Just the two of them.
No Kritika teasing in the background. No Bhua ji watching them from the corner of her eye like a hawk in a saree.
Siddharth straightened his maroon casual shirt, exhaled, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Then immediately stood again.
“Forget butterflies — this girl gives me earthquakes.”
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Meanwhile, outside...
Shivika stood outside the main gate like a secret agent waiting for her handler.
She was dressed in a simple lavender hoodie, jeans, and sneakers — hair tied up in a messy bun that somehow made her look even more beautiful than she knew.
Every time a car passed by, she flinched like someone had just caught her sneaking out of the CIA headquarters.
Text from Shivika: “I’m here. Gate ke pass hoon.”
A moment later, the door creaked open just a little — and Siddharth’s head popped out, looking left and right like a cartoon villain.
“ Aaja jaldi!” he whisper-shouted, waving frantically.
Shivika tiptoed inside like a literal thief, her hoodie slipping slightly off one shoulder.
“I look like a chor,” she hissed.
“You are,” he whispered back. “Mere dil ki chor.”
She paused.
Turned slowly.
“One more dialogue like that, and I’m walking back.”
He chuckled and shut the gate behind her. “Okay, okay. No filmy lines.”
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Fantasy💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
