"Darshan Raval", Roop whispered. "What, Noor Agnihotri?", I leaned and little to her side.
"I want to ask you something", she said in haste and I looked up.
"Hurry, we don't have time", I looked at my wrist watch.
"Do you like me?", she asked and I gave a dead looked to her. She blankly looked on.
"Roop, we're in the Mandap and we'll be married in like three more minutes. Seriously", I exclaimed. "Okay, sorry. I was confirming. I know you love me", she smiled, nervously.
"I hate you", I said.
"Wait, why? I'm lovely", she mocked and I softly chuckled.
I couldn't believe, I married the one I thought was the weirdo.
End.
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The Weirdo
FanfictionWhen Roop finds herself working with Darshan Raval, a famous singer she can't help but get annoyed. They give up insecurities, get to know each other but it is always love?
