*𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍....*
"Why do you have this sudden obsession to keep following me?" Akruti asks curiously, in frustration.
"You're seriously asking me that question. When YOU decide to turn up everywhere I am." Varun scoffs. "I can't believe you." He laughs in disbelief.
"What do you exactly mean? I don't follow you anywhere. You just seem to be present everywhere I am. You're the one with the obsession, not me." Akruti says in an aggressive tone.
"I don't have an obsession, not with you anyway, I'd feel unlucky if I had an obsession with you. I mean, come on, look at yourself. Even if you were the last person on the Earth, I wouldn't have an obsession with you." Says Varun.
"Likewise." Replies, Akruti.
*** AUTHOR'S POV ***
And I'm pretty sure you all are wondering, well, what started the hate in the first place. Well, let me take you back on to the day of Saanvi's engagement.
• FLASHBACK - Saanvi & Rehan's Engagement Day•
*𝑨 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆*
"Ma'am cake kaha rakhu?" Asked one of the caterers, bringing the cake in.
(Ma'am where do I put the cake?)
"Mere sir pe. Dikh nahi raha aapko bhaisaab ki yaha ek bada sa table rakha hua hai?" Akruti says in frustration, "meri shakal kya tard rahe ho bhai, cake table pe rakh do." Akruti rushes past the caterers and on to the florists, just as she goes to do so, she feels something tugging on her duppatta, she turns to look behind to see her duppatta has got caught in someone's watch.
(On my head, brother, don't you see there's a big table right in front of you?)
(Why are you staring at my face? Put the cake on the table.)
*𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓*
"Excuse me. Sorry. My duppatta-" Akruti got interrupted.
"Oh, yeah, no worries you can take it out." The mysterious voice responded.
*𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕*
"Okay, this is not coming out. Let me just make life easier for you." The voice says in a balance between calm and frustration. *𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉*
*𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇*
"What a guy? Does he not have the patience or anything? Ouff, my dress is ruined." Akruti walks off to the florists disappointed that her dress is ruined.
*𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎*
"My day just couldn't get any worse." Said the voice in more frustration that it was already in.
*𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚.*
"Oh my God. It's you, YOU ruined my dress twice today." Akruti proclaimed angrily.
"I mean, you can just go and wear a new one. It's not that big of a deal." Varun shrugs away the problem.
"How can you be so rude? You've ruined my dress, and you're telling me it's not that big of a deal? What kind of person are you? Stupid idiot." Akruti walks off impatiently.
• End of Flashback •
Yeah, and that's why they hate each other so much.
*** END OF AUTHOR'S POV ***
*𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑*
"We should ask Rehan and Saanvi what type of theme or look they are going for?" Akruti suggests.
"Blue." Varun blurts out.
"How are you so confident that is the theme that they are going for?" Akruti questions.
"I don't, I know for a fact that Rehan likes the colour blue, so it's likely he'll choose that. I mean, come on, who needs a theme it's not a fashion contest. Is it now?" Varun laughs.
"I mean, then you just don't need decor, do you stupid idiot?" Akruti angrily speaks.
*𝑨𝒔 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓*
"Let go of my hand, Varun! It's hurting." Akruti winces.
"Not so strong. Are you now? Don't you dare speak to me in that tone. I don't know who the heck you think you are." Varun sharply speaks.
*𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏*
"Ouch." Akruti winces, Varun immediately turns around and walks towards her again.
"Let me see it." He says with a concerned look on his face.
"First, you hurt me, and now you want to see the extent of hurt you've caused, no thanks, I don't need your help." Akruti pulls away her wrist and walks out of the shop, Varun follows.
"Oh, stop it, Akruti, it doesn't hurt that much. Stop being a baby about it." Varun says.
"You wouldn't know Varun. You're not the one hurting." Akruti turns around with tears running down her face.
"Hey, hey, stop. I'm genuinely concerned now. Are you okay? I'm sorry." Varun apologises sincerely for his actions.
"Does it look like I would be okay?" Akruti questions.
"No." Varun responds.
*𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈*
"I'm really sorry, I let my anger take over. I shouldn't have done that." Varun continues to apologise.
"I guess it's okay." Akruti responds.
"Let's go back to the car, I have a first aid kit in there, and we can also call Rehan and Saanvi bhabhi up to see what theme they want for their wedding and other events?" Varun suggests.
*𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓*
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Author's note-
Hey there 👋🏼,
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did, please leave a like and comment on the chapter! I would really appreciate any suggestions/improvements.
See you in the next chapter!
- Author Ahmeli 🤍