INDIA TO ITALY

What happens when two complete opposite personalities from two different corners of the world meet?

Aiman Berlusconi and Aadhira Chauhan .

Preview from Aadhira's POV

I felt a push from behind, and my coffee spilled all over someone in front of me. I quickly lifted my head and saw that it was a guy, startled by the sudden shower of hot liquid.

His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance as he looked down at his shirt, and I instantly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "Oh God, Aiman, what the hell happened to you?" I heard a voice call from the side. I shifted my gaze and saw my brother, Shantanu, approaching with a concerned look on his face.

"Aadhira ?" I heard my brother call out my name, and it snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him, still feeling flustered from the spill. "Yes, it's me!" I replied, trying to brush off the situation while managing an awkward smile. "I'm so glad you're here!"

"Nothing much, man. Just your sissy spilled a cup of hot coffee on me," the guy replied, trying to lighten the mood despite the annoyance written all over his face.

I winced at his words, still mortified by the accident. My brother chuckled lightly, clearly amused by the situation, while I desperately wanted to sink into the ground. "I'm really sorry! but never mind tell me the price I will pay " I quickly interjected, hoping to express my regret and make things right. My brother hesitated "Aadhira it's fine " ,

" You stay away for now I will greet you later till then shut your mouth "

" You tell me your shirt's price ?1500?" I asked , he rolled his eyes and stood silently for few seconds then said " yes it was " I don't know why Shantanu looked a bit shocked . i shrugged it off and said " Okay give me your number , I'll UPI"

Aiman raise a brow and asked "Are you asking for my number miss" .