Unexpected Love

Chapter 4: Farmhouse Mess

Panvel Farmhouse

The sprawling Panvel Farmhouse buzzed with excitement as the weekend festivities reached their peak. The property, nestled amidst lush greenery and overlooking a serene lake, was a perfect getaway from the city's hustle. The laughter and music created a vibrant atmosphere, with friends mingling and enjoying the night away.

Virat, ever the life of the party, was animatedly discussing a recent incident with Ahana. The two were standing near the bar, drinks in hand, their conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter.

"Dekh, tera ex... Kaise uske saath maze kar raha hai," Virat said with a mischievous grin, pointing towards a couple who were enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

Ahana sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "I don't care... He was just a time pass for me," she said, her tone nonchalant but with a hint of amusement.

Virat's eyes gleamed with a new idea. "Wo dekho uss raat jiske saath tumne maze kiye they... Apne finance ke saath aayi hai. Chalo dono ke beech jhagda karwate hai," he suggested, winking playfully.

"Chal," Ahana agreed, her expression turning into a smirk as she high-fived Virat.

They approached the couple, who were chatting animatedly. Virat greeted Smriti with a charming smile and a firm handshake. "Hey, Sim, uss raat ke baad toh tum dikhi hi nahi," he said, his tone light and teasing.

Smriti, taken aback, glanced at Ahana, who added with mock sadness, "Yea Sim, I thought tum dono engagement karoge aur mujhe mere dost se chutkara milega, but no..."

Smriti's fiancé, clearly bewildered, turned to her with a frown. "What the hell?? Tumne mujhe bataya kyu nahi..." he exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion and frustration.

As the argument between Smriti and her fiancé unfolded, Virat and Ahana stepped aside, their faces lit up with amusement. They watched the scene with smirks, their laughter mingling with the lively ambiance of the party.

Virat's phone buzzed, interrupting their enjoyment. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed, muttering under his breath, "Isko bhi chen nahi hai."

He answered the call, his tone tinged with irritation. "Kya hai Aarav?" he asked.

Aarav's voice came through the line, steady and urgent. "Virat, where is Mehta's project file? Humhe urgent chahiye," he inquired.

Virat rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. "Aarav, seriously? It's Sunday. Main kal aake dunga," he replied, his irritation evident. He ended the call abruptly, shaking his head.

Ahana, sensing his frustration, smiled sympathetically. "Tumhare dost ko change ki zaroorat hai..." she said, her tone light but with an edge of amusement.

Virat sighed. "Wo nahi sudhrega... Farmhouse uska hai par party hum karte hai. He is just so bore," he complained, clearly exasperated with Aarav's persistent interruptions.

A message beeped on Virat's phone, and he read it with a groan. "No..." he muttered, his frustration growing.

"Kya hua?" Ahana asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Mujhse papers sign karwane yahan aa raha hai ek din ka bhi intezar nahi kar sakta hai," Virat replied, clearly exasperated.

Ahana's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. "Oh... that's great. Let him aaj tumhare uss bore dost ko acha sabak sikhaungi main. Jab dekho disturb karta hai hamara time," she said with a smirk, completely unaware of the fact that Aarav was, in fact, Virat's friend.

As Ahana plotted her plan with a confident smirk, the night continued to unfold at the farmhouse. The lively chatter, the music, and the warm, inviting atmosphere made it a memorable evening. However, the undercurrent of tension created by the unexpected arrival of Aarav and the ongoing schemes of Ahana and Virat promised that the night was far from ordinary.