INSEPARABLE HEARTS 2

Chapter 134

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Angad was still in his hoodie and pajama pants, lounging with a mug of coffee when Keerthi barged in through the back door like a storm.

“He proposed!” she half-squealed, dropping her bag and flopping next to him on the couch.

“Wait—who proposed what?” Angad blinked.

“My Chacha proposed to Elena’s mom last night. They’re getting married! Like soon. Like before the New Year.”

“Wait—Dev uncle and Isabella aunty?” Abeer shouted from the kitchen. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Keerthi tossed a pillow at him. “It was the sweetest moment. And Elena was crying, and Dharshi hugged everyone like we just won the World Cup.”

Angad blinked again. “Dude. I’m still recovering from you punching someone and getting suspended, and now you’re telling me we have to start wedding prep in two days?”

“Yes. And you’re going to be there for every ritual,” Keerthi said sternly. “Haldi, mehendi, sangeet, everything.”

“Even if I get turmeric on my sneakers?” Angad teased.

“Especially then,” she smirked.

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Abeer was leaning against his locker when he spotted Dharshi and Elena arriving together, both still glowing from the engagement high. He raised a brow, a sly grin creeping up.

“Well, well, look who’s got a father-in-law getting married before he does.”

Dharshi rolled her eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“Your dad’s wedding is basically your trial run,” Abeer teased. “You know, prep before our big day.”

“Abeer!” she hissed, elbowing him.

“Just saying. Maybe I should call Elena ‘bhabhi’ now, huh?”

Elena made a face. “Please don’t.”

Abeer smirked. “Kidding! But this is cool. We’re basically one huge family now. I love it.”

He looked between the two girls.

“Actually, Elena... you’re officially my sister-in-law now.”

Elena groaned, covering her face. “I hate this already.”

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Keerthi had gathered the girls again, this time with Caroline reluctantly joining in after much persuasion and a promise of snacks.

Mood boards were everywhere — printed fabric swatches, lists of vendors, even Spotify playlists.

“Sangeet themes — classic Bollywood or fusion?” Keerthi asked, tapping her pen.

“Fusion,” Elena said, showing them her Pinterest saves.

Dharshi nodded. “Agreed. Let’s make it elegant but fun.”

In the corner, Angad and Abeer peeked in through the half-open door.

“They’ve turned wedding planning into a battalion mission,” Abeer whispered.

“Should we be worried?” Angad asked.

“Nah. As long as we’re showing up and smiling, we’re safe.”