What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

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Juhi grew up learning to survive disasters. Because, well, life only gave her disasters just when things began to fall into place. She's the founder of her own clothing brand; a woman with a sharp tongue and a quiet hope that no more disasters would dare to affect her. But if only she knew, another disaster was on its way into her life, in the form of an arrangement she herself made. Rishabh, a dentist by profession, is that temple bell everyone rings while passing by. Rung by his past, his fate, expectations and most of all, Juhi. He simply came to his sister's wedding from Mumbai. By sharing one of Juhi's disasters, he unwillingly became part of god's plan neither of them ever wanted. When Juhi discovers her loved one rejected the woman he loved just because he believed his responsibilities toward Juhi left no room for his own happiness, she does the only thing that makes sense to her at that time. She makes an arrangement with the sole person she hates the most. Simple. Except, fake dating at a big fat Indian wedding is practically a self-harm hazard. And has any fake relationship ever ended the way people expected? So... What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Answer: Everything.
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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