18 years old Sirisha Mathur, is an intelligent, straight-A, and straightforward yet introverted girl. She had never even imagined that she would fall in love but when she meets,
19 years old Kunal Oberoi, who is an all-rounder, good at studies, play...
♪दिल, संभल जा जरा, फिर मोहोब्बत करने चला है तू। दिल यहीं रुक जा ज़रा, फिर मोहोब्बत करने चला है तू।।♪
Kunal
I wear a plain white t-shirt with my light grey suit. I set my hair with hair spray after combing them.
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"So handsome!" I appreciate myself with a grin tracing my jawline while looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Self Centred?
Me?
Hell yes, baby!
I wear my white shoes and go down to join everyone else. It's not only Vishal bhai's birthday today but also a special day for him, so, he looks happy.
A little too happy.
"Happy Birthday, big bro." I wish him for the millionth time today.
"Thanks for the.... I don't know how many times. And you aren't wishing me anymore." He warns me and I chuckle showing a thumbs up.
"Mom and dad? Where are they?" I ask, finding them nowhere around.
"Dad is already at the banquet hall. And mom is getting ready."
"I'm here." Mom says rushing down the stairs.
"Let's go!" Vishal says showing the car keys.
"Can I drive?" I ask.
"Sure, but no. Because we both aren't interested in having a cardiac arrest from the speed you drive at." He rejects me with a sarcastic smile and walks out.
Why don't they believe me? Am I adopted?
"Okay...." I say lowly following him out with our mom laughing.
• • • • •
We reach the venue and see that the hall is partially filled. I don't like to be early at a party, it's so quiet.
But, you have to be early if you yourself are holding the party.
"Go and check if the dinner and snacks are ready or not. I'm going to attend the guests. They will be increasing in minutes." Mom orders me with a tired huff.
"Okay mom. But... What do I have to check in particular?" I ask scratching my right eyebrow confused.
"Oh God! This useless punk! Check if it's cooked properly, taste it and if you feel anything wrong tell the chefs. Okay?" She explains and I nod rapidly.
