She was just a teenager when the world showed her its darkest side. Broken and scared, she built walls so high, she swore no one would ever get close-especially not a man. But life had other plans. Forced into a marriage with a stranger, she steppe...
"Wow," Shruti and Kiaan mouthed in unison, their voices barely above a whisper, as though speaking louder might disturb the perfection before them. With a playful flourish, they dramatically swept their hands in the air, warding off any lingering misfortune from the captivating pair.
Shruti quickly moved to sit beside Ruhanika, her face lighting up with delight. Ruhanika pulled her into a warm embrace, her disbelief evident. "I can't believe you're here," she murmured, her voice soft with affection.
"Hmm, saree and all, huh?" Shruti teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. But her words faltered as Ruhanika leaned closer to share the secret behind her hairstyle.
Shruti gasped, clutching her chest in mock drama. "Haye, I'm adding this to my novel! Let me take notes," she declared, wiping away imaginary tears with exaggerated flair. Looking up at the ceiling, she whispered theatrically, "God, ji, me when?"
"You both came with your partners? What about me? Single logo ko duniya jeene nahi deti!" Kiaan exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air like he'd just been wronged by the universe.
Before anyone could respond, Luv walked into the room, only to freeze in his tracks. His eyes darted around the table, taking in the formal suits and perfectly styled appearances. Slowly, he palmed his face, muttering something unintelligible.
The room erupted into laughter, except for Shruti and Ruhanika, who exchanged confused glances.
"We may have, uh, forgotten to tell him this was a formal meeting," Kiaan said, trying to contain his giggles. "He thought it was just a casual get-together."
Ruhanika and Shruti looked at Luv, who stood there with the expression of a betrayed man. His outfit—jeans and a graphic tee—didn't exactly scream business casual.
"You... you all pranked me!" Luv accused, his tone dripping with mock offense as he placed an expensive bottle of red wine on the table.
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LUV OUTFIT
"I thought we'd be having a guys' night—drinks and all," he began, but his words trailed off when he felt the sharp stares of the men in the room.
