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Its unedited and I didn't revised it so there will be mistakes because I've literally written it in 20 minutes ....... the morning before school....hehe

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It was a crisp morning, everyone was busy laughing while doing the preparation for the wedding, some of them were confused about what should they wear, some were concerned about the comfort of relatives and in this whirlwind Avya was busy cracking jokes with everyone, making the mood lighter. As everyone was chuckling at her humour, there was one person in the room who was admiring the way she looked and made those animated

expression while telling the story about 'santa-banta'

As Avya was about to take the flower bowl kept on the slab, Ekansh's mother called her.

"Yes auntyyyy abhi aai."

As she reached cheerfully to his mother her thoughts became a mess when she heard those words from her mouth “beta, you are a very good friend of Ekansh na. So, why don't you help me find a girl for him. 30 ka hone wala hai and still single, you know when we all talk to him about love and marriage he always dodge it off saying ' I don't believe in all this crap'”

What. Ekansh. Marriage. Crap.

What the hell!! Are we doing time pass? Is he not interested in me??? He still thinks love is crap and only attracted to my body.

Holy. Fuck.

Her chain of thoughts were interrupted as Ekansh's mother again spoke up

“ Kahan khoyi Hui ho? Haan so please help me na Avya. You know we will together find a girl for him. Mazza aayega”

“ Han aunty, ekdum best ladki dhundenge” her voice felt over enthusiastic but from inside she was a mess. She have to talk to him about this. But for now let's focus on the wedding and after the wedding she will confront him about this.

As everyone was sitting together, engrossed in their works. The main gate opened,

Revealing Vidyut, who was drenched from head to toe in water. Everyone gasped looking at him confused. While someone asked

" What happened? Why are you soaked in water?"

Vidyut knew that he had to face all these questions but he can't tell them the truth or else they will kill him

Flashback

Earlier when vidyut was trying to contact Aarohi, she was not picking up his call, not answering his text and was not even reacting on his memes so he decided to sneak into her room from window (bad idea right?)

But whatever as he sneaked in her room

Thud!

The vase  which was made of glass was scattered on the floor while a fierce aarohi was muttering something under a breath

“yeh periods ko bhi abhi hi aana the, what the fuck! Now I can't even enjoy the fucking wedding.”

And as soon as she turned a scream escaped from her mouth as she saw Vidyut standing in her room

“ AaaaaaaaaaHhhhhhhhhhh bhenchod ”

It was loud enough to screw anyone's  eardrums. Vidyut who was standing near the window just stared at her wide-eyed 'what the hell this girl is' her room was a mess, everything was scattered here and there.

“ Tum yaha kya kar rahe ho?” Aarohi said while sitting on the bed cross-legged.

“W-woh you were not picking up me call and was not even answering my texts so I got concerned about you l.”

He replied softly while picking up the objects that were lying on the floor.

“ Toh agar koi tumhara call nahi utha hai toh tum uske room mein ese hi ghus jaate ho? Aur wese bhi koi bada kaam nahi kiya hai tumne yaha aake. I'm telling you Vidyut ki agar apni zindagi ke saath nahi khelna chahte ho toh please leave, later on don't tell me 'tumne toh btaya hi nhi' I'm giving you a prior warning please chale jao” she ordered more like requested while playing with her phone.

“Aarohi are you okay? Please tell me is something wrong? And for your information I'm not going anywhere until you are telling me what's wrong with you” he said sternly while crouching down on his knees infront of her.

“Vidyut, tum nahi samjh rahe please leave. Wese bhi if I'll tell you tum kuch nahi kar paoge.”

“Im still not leaving you.” he looked directly into her eyes.

“ Tum nahi maanoge na. Okay so let me tell you Mr. Vidyut fucking Maheshwari that I'm on my periods. And I can't do anything with it. Hogya tumhara? Sunn liya? Ab niklo please because I know tum kuch nahi kar paoge iss reckless information ka. And please stay away from me warna I'll something so shitty that you will regret being with me” She stood up from the bed.

He moved closer to her. He didn't care about anything except her. Despite she warned him to stay away from her, he can't let her be like this alone “ Please tell me what can I do. I can't just let you be like this. Aarohi please if you want to fight with me or cuss me please do it but I request please don't distance me from you.”

“Vidyut please fuck off.-” this was her last words before she took the jug of water and threw all the water on him. This was not something she did intentionally but this just happened maybe because of her hormones. He just stood there like that with damp hair, his clothes soaked up in water and just looked at her briefly before leaving the room.

Flashback ends....

His trance was broken when he heard Abeer saying “Change bhi karega ya fir yahin par 'tip tip barsa paani' ke steps karke dikhayega”

Vidyut just glared at him before leaving and everyone in the room burst into fistful laughter.

After he left, Samiksha was focused on sewing her mami's dupatta as she felt that someone was constantly gawking at her and she don't even have to look up to find out who it was because it was Abeer who was more interested in looking at her like she was all that mattered in that particular moment. Samiksha being playful took out her phone and opened her Instagram, posting a story with the caption attached -

"Ab mein itni bhi exquisite aur priyadarshini nahi hu ki kuch log mujhe hi taakte rahe."

As soon as she shared the story, everyone's phone buzzed and they all looked at it at the same time. Everyone was shocked because Samiksha— they didn't expected her to post a story like this on Instagram. Avya being the most curious commented

Kon log ? Kahan hai? Kon meri behen ko esi nazaron se dekh Raha hai abhi btati hu🏃‍♀️🤚🏻💪🏻

Ekansh knew that Samiksha was referring to Abeer so he quickly texted more of like indirectly teased her

Tujhe takte-takte-takte Umar guzaru, koi aur khyal jo aayi man se utaruuu' yeh mujhe mere bhai ne btaya tha 🙃😏🤝🏻.

Amidst of this Abeer was quite amused by her bold move but he also decided to play along with her cute little game and opened his Instagram and shared a story with a quote -

You make it kinda hard not to stare.🌷🛐

And the moment Samiksha saw his story, her breath hitched as their eyes locked and an unspoken feeling surged through both of them. Unbeknownst to everyone in the room except Avya and Ekansh who knew that there is something definitely cooking between these two. Avya being Avya didn't spare any chance of teasing them and started playing a song on her Spotify

Pehla Nasha, pehla khumaar

Naya pyaar hai Naya intezaar

Kar luu mein kya apna haal

Ae Dil -e bekarar

As the lyrics continued everyone thought that this song is just for fun so everybody started vibing with the song , singing the lyrics in Chorus. while there were only two souls sitting apart from eachother yet there hearts were weaving connection. As Abeer glanced at Samiksha a blush crept across his cheeks and his he couldn't help but unknowingly a wide grin spread across his face. Samiksha who couldn't take it anymore face palmed herself trying to gain her composure but her lips betrayed her.

Abeer's mom who was keenly noticing his antics couldn't help but asked him

“ Tu kya paagalon jese muskura Raha hai. Kabse dekh rahi hun Abeer, can't you do even a single task with looking in that direction. Dekh kya Raha hai wese, konsa item song chal rha hai udhar”

He literally choked on water after hearing her and Samiksha literally crouched down as Abeer's mother looked in her direction trying to find out what's so captivating that his son can't took his eyes off.

Aarohi who was sitting in another room quickly messaged Samiksha about the recent events

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The sun painted golden hues across the sprawling venue, bathing everything in a soft glow. The scent of marigolds, sandalwood, and fresh turmeric wafted through the air, mingling with laughter and music. The courtyard was alive with colors—drapes of yellow and orange swayed in the wind, the fragrance of flowers enveloping the guests in warmth. It was a royal Indian wedding in all its glory, where every moment was dipped in joy and tradition.

Amidst the sweet chaos, Aarohi found herself stealing glances at Vidyut. She bit her lip, contemplating her next move. After all, she had drenched him in water in morning, and though he acted like it was nothing, she could sense a playful edge to his silence.

She took a deep breath and walked up to him.

"Vidyut, listen, about earlier..." she started hesitantly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Vidyut turned, his expression unreadable. "Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for the water thing," she admitted, her voice small but sincere.

Vidyut crossed his arms, tilting his head. "Oh, so now you remember? I was drenched from head to toe. Freezing. Betrayed."

Aarohi frowned. "I said I’m sorry, na!"

He let out a dramatic sigh, looking away. "I don’t know, Aarohi. I think I might be mad at you forever."

Aarohi narrowed her eyes. "Oh, please. You can’t be mad at me."

"You think so?" he challenged, his lips twitching.

She stepped closer, pouting. "You like me too much to be mad."

At that, Vidyut cracked, a slow grin breaking across his face. Before she could react, he pulled her into a quick side hug, his arm warm and firm around her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he murmured, pressing his chin lightly on top of her head before pulling away. "Just don’t expect mercy next time."

Aarohi rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile.

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The ceremony was in full swing, with Samiksha and Aarohi looking stunning in their traditional Indian outfits—Samiksha in an elegant mustard-yellow lehenga, her earrings swaying with every movement, and Aarohi in a bright golden saree, her eyes sparkling under the sunlight. The men matched in embroidered kurtas, standing tall and handsome.

Aarohi had just finished a call when she felt a presence beside her. She turned to find Vidyut smirking.

"Looking good, Mrs. Almost," he teased.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That’s the best you’ve got?"

He leaned in, voice dropping a notch. "I could say something else. Something that’d make you blush in seconds."

Aarohi’s heartbeat stuttered. She hated how effortlessly he got under her skin. So, she did the only logical thing—grabbed a handful of haldi and lunged at him.

"VIDYUT, COME BACK HERE!" she screamed as he ran for his life.

Laughter rang through the air as she chased him, her dupatta flying. Vidyut dodged her attacks with expert precision, jumping over flower baskets and using guests as shields.

Near the stage, the priest was explaining traditions.

"Whoever gets drenched in haldi together, it is said that the color signifies love," he declared with a knowing smile.

Samiksha was tasked with bringing a bowl of haldi to Abeer, who stood by the priest, hands tucked into his kurta pockets. As she walked toward him, she gave him a pointed look.

"Don’t drop this, okay?" she teased.

Abeer smirked. "Oh, so you think I’m clumsy?"

Before she could reply, Vidyut, still running from Aarohi, collided into Abeer—and with that one push, Abeer toppled forward, bringing Samiksha down with him.

A soft fluffy mattress broke their fall, but it didn’t stop the haldi from drenching both of them completely. The vibrant yellow paste smeared across Abeer’s kurta and streaked across Samiksha’s cheek, their hands tangled, breaths uneven.

A hush fell over the crowd.

Their faces were inches apart. His weight pressed over her just slightly, enough for her to feel his presence, his warmth. Samiksha’s eyes darted to his lips before she quickly looked away, her cheeks burning.

And then, the DJ—always up to something—chose violence.

"Rang lagya Ishq da,

Main tera hoya iss tarah,

Ke rang lagya Ishq da…"

The song echoed through the speakers, sending a collective gasp across the guests.

Panditji’s words replayed in everyone’s heads.

Samiksha’s brain froze. Abeer, however, was the first to recover.

He stood up abruptly, helping her up. Their fathers cleared their throats, exchanging amused glances.

"Arre, hota hai, bache hain—" one of them started.

"Waise bhi, Samiksha toh Abeer ki behe—"

"Samiksha Abeer ki behen ki dost hai," Abeer interjected way too quickly.

Silence.

Aarohi smirked knowingly.

The moment passed, but the madness continued—colors flying, laughter spilling, music playing, water splashing.

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Amidst the chaos, Avya was running behind her cousin, her laughter ringing through the air, when suddenly—

A firm grip pulled her hand. And in a swift motion she was pinned against a nearby wall, her breath catching.

"Ekansh?" she whispered, seeing the familiar face inches away.

His brows were furrowed, his lips pressed together. "I have to leave for Canada," he confessed, voice tight. "For a month. Right after the wedding."

Her heart clenched. "What?"

"I don’t want to go," he continued. "I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to spend a single day without—"

She cut him off by pulling him down for a kiss.

A kiss that was deep, lingering—filled with the promise of "I’ll miss you."

She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Kitna bolte ho," she murmured.

Ekansh let out a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against hers.

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Later that night, after everything had settled, Samiksha sat by her window, pen in hand, writing a letter.

A letter she would never send.

She wrote about the insanity of the day, about how Abeer’s eyes had darkened when he towered over her, how the haldi felt too warm against her skin, how for a split second, it felt like fate was playing a game.

She wrote, and then, like every time, she folded the letter, tucked it away in her box of unsent words.

Because some things were easier left unread.

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Hehe kesaa laga!!!! I know I'm bollywood freak but I like writing stuff like this

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