(Previously tilted 'Stop Dreaming, You Silly Heart!')
Four couples. Four love stories, intertwined with one another....
It's a story of friendship, heartbreak and discovering love.
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Yashvi Sharma has always thought...
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And this chapter is for all the TIGNYA shippers!!
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Shiv's POV:
As Vartika stopped her scooty in front of my house, she said seeing her parents car parked outside, "I guess, my parents are here,"
"Then you come in too," I said.
"No, I'm tired. Some other time," she smiled and I nodded. She was about to leave when she turned towards me again. "And Shiv, do come okay! I'll be waiting for you! Bye!"
I smiled before nodding. "Bye. Call me when you get home,"
Her expressions softened at my comment. "Sure. Have a good night,"
I kept staring at her as she rode away. It always feels great to catch up with old friends.
I was welcomed by my sister's smiling face. "We have guests!" she said, beaming.
She pulled me into the living room where I found Nisha Aunty and her husband, Amar Uncle sitting on the sofa.
As I greeted them, my sister said, "You know, Shiv, Nisha Aunty has started her own plant nursery at her house! And tomorrow there is a pooja at their house because of that!"
"Yeah, I know. Congratulations, aunty," I said and everyone started staring at me in suspicion.
"How do you know?" my mom asked.
"Vartika told me," I said and everyone's expressions changed.
"Ohhhh.... Vartika told you!" everyone said together in a sync.
"Yes. Is there any problem?" I asked innocently.
"No... Not at all!" again everyone said together.
"Okay, I'll go change," I said making an excuse and left.
As I reached upstairs, I heard everyone laughing and I could not help but smile, shaking my head.
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At dinner table, I was sitting opposite of my mother and sister.
I was not able to eat properly since they both had been staring at me for a while.
"What?! What do you guys want!?" I finally asked.
My mother and sister looked at each other and then looked back at me.
"Nothing. I just wanted to ask, how is, Vartika?" my sister asked, teasingly.
