❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
Arjun: I bet you wear mismatched socks and pretend it's a fashion choice.
Her reply was instant.
Mira: I bet you use Fair & Lovely and still look like a potato.
He smirked.
Arjun: Fine. Video call. Tonight. Let's settle this. Potato vs. Sock Queen.
And with that, a simple text turned into a countdown to potential face-reveal disaster.
He didn't know what to expect. Would she actually show up? Would she turn her camera on? Would she roast him the moment his face popped up?
(Probably.)
Still, as he paced around his room, fixing his hair for the fifth time and pretending it was casual, Arjun couldn't help but grin.
He wasn't sure how they got here-from a wrong number to right feels-but damn, he was glad they did.
And somewhere across, she was doing the same thing. Pulling on a hoodie, adjusting the lighting just enough so she didn't look like a sleepy zombie, and telling herself it was not a big deal.
Definitely not.
Just a video call.
Between two strangers?.
Who were definitely not catching feelings.
At all.
Nope.
Zero butterflies. (Okay. Maybe one. Or five.)
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Arjun's POV-
I wasn't nervous.
I was just... aware.
Very, very painfully aware of how many times I'd checked my hair in the last fifteen minutes.
And how I'd tried to position the phone so the light hit just right but didn't make me look like I was trying too hard.
Why was I acting like this was a press conference?
No, worse. This was a video call with her.
The girl who had roasted me from the messages that followed the very first accidental text.
The girl who had memes for emotions, sarcasm for blood, and a typing speed that could end careers.
And now she was about to go from screen name to screen face.
