There were only two main rules to their pretend pyaar protocol:
1) Keep it believable.
2) Don't fall in love.
They followed the first one a little too well.
And that's exactly how she ended up breaking the second.
And now? Now she was standing in front of hundreds of wedding guests, drenched in haldi while her not-so-real boyfriend told her infront of the wedding guests that he wants "a break."
A break.
From a fake relationship.
She wanted to scream. Or cry. Or throw the haldi bowl at his stupidly perfect face.
But instead, she smiled. The kind of brittle smile that indicated confusion and defeat.
And then she did the only thing a heartbroken, humiliated girl could do.
She ran.
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Four months earlier...
"I need a boyfriend," Anya blurted out, far too loudly for a college café that echoed like a temple.
Her best friend Rhea, nearly choked on her iced Americano. "I'm sorry, what?"
She leaned across the table, whispering this time. "My cousin's getting married in Jaipur. The whole family will be there. Every nosy aunty with a son willing to set me up with her son is going to irritate me. Every uncle, who thinks girls who are single just to focus on their careers are 'too modern' will be judging me. I just-need a buffer. A decoy. A.....fake boyfriend."
Rhea blinked. "You've officially lost it, Anu"
"Have you met my family?"
"Fair enough. But who's going to agree to be your fake boyfriend, endure constant interrogation and heavy judgement, wear a sherwani, and fake smile through sangeet choreography and everything else?"
That's when the universe decided to play its cruelest card.
"Problem solved," said a voice behind me, smooth as melted chocolate and twice as dangerous.
Anya turned.
And there he was.
Aarav Malhotra.
Rich. Infuriating. Stupidly attractive. And unfortunately, the only guy who hated nosy aunties more than Anya did.
"Why would YOU help me?" She narrowed her eyes.
Aarav shrugged, sliding into the booth next to her like he owned it. "Let's just say I have my own reasons for needing to look..... unavailable."
Rhea blinked in disbelief. "You two can't even be in the same room without arguing. This is a terrible idea."
It was.
It was the worst idea.
Which is exactly why she said, "Okay. Let's do it."
And just like that, The Pretend Pyaar Protocol was born
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The Pretend Pyaar Protocol
RomanceThe Pretend Pyaar Protocol is a desi rom-com where two opposites Anya and Aarav fake a relationship for a wedding, but love wasn't part of the plan-until it was. Hi! I'm officially starting to post the chapters for 'The Pyaar Pretend Protocol'. I'll...
