Year - 2025. Month - January. Situation - Love is already playing dandiya in the air.
Enter - Anjali Shah.
𝟏𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐢. 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.
She had only one mission in life - Pass 10th boards and make her mummy papa proud.
But then, as Bollywood destiny would have it, 𝒉𝒆 entered her life.
Aryansh Bansal.
𝟐𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲-𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐀𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫.
The day Anjali saw him, her brain completely Ctrl + Alt + Deleted.
𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡? 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭.
Because Aryansh wasn't just handsome. No, no. The man was full-package material.
Height - 6ft (MashaAllah)
Hair - So silky, Parachute coconut oil must be sponsoring him.
Personality - A perfect damaad-type. Sanskari yet swaggy.
And the problem?
𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚.
Yes, the man saw Anjali as his chhoti behen!
𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍?? 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃??
Anjali tried to accept it. She really did. Even tied Rakhi to her own wrist for emotional practice.
𝐋𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚.
And so, her Mission "Do Not Call Me Behen" began.
Will Aryansh ever see her differently?
Will Anjali survive this 𝙩𝙞𝙠𝙠𝙞, 𝙜𝙤