❝mismatched, but meant to be❞
they weren't meant to match, yet they met.
what happens when they keep bumping into each other?
join the journey of Sahil & Radhika and find out more about chance encounters, destiny and some baggage from the past.
oh...
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A few days later.
"Do you know all our friends had given up the thought of you making it to this wedding?" Aparna said dragging Radhika through the crowd. Even though wedding rituals of her childhood friend, Gina was going on in the stage, Aparna was more interested in knowing what's in the menu, not that Radhika minded anyway.
"Why would you guys think so!!?" Radhika shot back in self-defense.
"Because you madam ji, you are always busy! Canceling plans, missing group reunions! You didn't even attend the alumni meet!" Aparna scolded pinching her friend's arms. Radhika made a face rolling her eyes.
Before Radhika could open her mouth on how much she hated going back to Mumbai, Aparna was out of sight eyeing at the food kept on the counter. However, she was right. Radhika had purposely skipped everything. She didn't want anything to do with Mumbai. Thank God, Gina's wedding was in Haridwar, else, like every other event, she would have skipped this one too. Also, she really had to escape from all the blind dates her mother was sending her to.
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"Damn! This Malai Kofta is too delicious!" Aparna said scooping up a big chunk of the curry with some roti. Radhika smiled, "I like this Paneer Butter Masala better! I think am gonna get a refill." Radhika said turning around towards the counter only to dash the first man she came across spilling the remaining contents of the paneer butter masala on the said person.
Muttering apologies profusely, she tried to wipe the stain on the white shirt of the man with her stained hands. How smart!
Biting her tongue and smacking her forehead for her clumsiness (again with the same stained fingers) Radhika sighed.
"You don't have a habit of looking at the person you bump to, do you?" An almost familiar male voice said sending her into a freezing mode.
Radhika looked up meeting his eyes for the third time in her life. Seriously, what are the odds of meeting a total stranger by coincidence nearly three times? Is it really a coincidence? Or has it turned into something called fate that she often read about and watched in the movies?
"Sahil.." She breathed finally finding her voice.
He smiled and his eyes twinkled with amusement sending her frantically beating heart to do a flip flop.
"Talk about coincidences.." He said checking his stain and shrugging as if it was no big deal.
"I am sorry!" Radhika told him with a frown glancing at the mark she had left in his pristine white shirt.
