Fated by Love

He narrowed his eyes. "Do you think you're Queen Elizabeth or something? Look at yourself."

Aranya's temper flared. "Don't even go there. I'll wipe that smirk off your face."

He mocked her. "Oh no, I'm so scared. Girl, don't mess with me, or you'll regret it."

Aranya reached into her purse, pulled out a £100 note, and threw it at his face. "Here, take this. Buy yourself a new shirt. My parents taught me to own up to my mistakes."

She turned to walk away, but the boy, fuming with anger, grabbed her hand tightly.

His friend quickly intervened, "Vihaan, let it go. She's not worth it."

But Vihaan wasn't about to let it slide. He pulled Aranya close and, to everyone's shock, kissed her.

Aranya stood there, stunned, as Vihaan pushed her away. "And my parents taught me to never owe anyone anything. So, here's £200-£100 for your ruined shirt and £100 to buy yourself some lipstick. I did mess that up, didn't I?" He laughed mockingly. "Nice flavor, by the way."