Vritika had shut her eyes. She can't see this. She just can't! 

Her fingers were all crossed. The only one holding her onto the reality was Sakshi who had clutched her arm tightly. Anything could happen. Chances were high for Chennai though which was why Vritika had shut off her eyes. It's not like she won't be happy for Mahi bhai and Sakshi but she would feel too bad for Ro. 

"Arey yaar, maar dalegi kya chudail? ." Virat exclaimed beside her, jerking off his hand which was being squeezed by his sister. 

"Shut up, Veer!" Vritika snapped "I can't handle this right now. Why does the last over have to be so stressful."

"You're acting like you're the one batting in the final over. Open your eyes, Vri."

"I can't," Vritika mumbled, shaking her head. "Just tell me who won."

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. "WHAT HAPPENED?" she shrieked, still refusing to open her eyes.

Sakshi let out a laugh. "Rits... open your eyes. You're going to want to see this."

Vritika buried her face in her hands. "We lost, didn't we?"

"No."

"Liar Sakshi, you are laughing."

"Because I am happy Mahi will finally be free! There look at Rohit."

Vritika slowly pried her fingers apart, and looked at her finance who as running wildly around the field shouting because MUMBAI INDIANS WON!

She shot out of her seat, her hands flying to her mouth in disbelief.

"Oh my God, he did it!" 

Sakshi hugged her sideways, "Congratulations. "

"Oh I am sorry Sakhshi."

"Don't be. Mahi and I already have a reason to celebrate. You have to be there for our wedding tomorrow,"

"Yeah but still. Tomorrow is rather fast though don't you think?"

"It is but the date has been already decided. You know muhurat and all."

"I guess there's no arguing with that"  Vritika teased lightly, brushing at her cheeks to wipe away any remnants of tears.

"Absolutely not. Mahi's mom is adamant about it, and you know how she is when it comes to traditions."

"I'll be there, of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world. But still, you're way too calm for someone getting married tomorrow!"

"Well, maybe I'm calm because someone else is freaking out enough for both of us."

"Are you worried about the wedding night?" she whispered.

 "Oh my God, Vritika! Trust you to go straight there!"

"I mean, come on, it's a big deal! You're officially becoming Mrs. Dhoni tomorrow. Aren't you even a little nervous?"

"You're incorrigible. But no, I'm not nervous. If anything, I'm excited—about everything. Mahi and I have been waiting for this day for so long. It just feels... right. You will know the feeling soon enough. For now you better go find your man before he gets swarmed by fans or dragged into endless post-match interviews."

"Okay. I'll catch you later, Mrs. Dhoni-to-be."

Vritika made her way down the stands and was immediately gathered up in a loving embrace by Rohit.

"Congratulations fiance."

"I love it when you say that." Rohit grinned.

"What's next, Captain Sharma? Are we celebrating with your team or sneaking off to escape the madness?"

Rohit chuckled, his arms still wrapped securely around her. "How about both? Quick team celebration, then you and I find some peace and quiet. How about a trip tomorrow?"

"Can't. Mahi bhai will kill you."

"Oh yeah. Then after the wedding, we are going on a vacation."

"And be absent from our own engagement ceremony? Did you forget that our families have already decided on the date?"

"Who says we can't combine both? I was actually thinking we could do the engagement ceremony during our vacation itself."

"I don't think our families would agree."

"Arey, why won't they? We will just change the venue. Mast Maldives ghumenge aur saath main ceremony bhi ho jayegi." 

"Oh, so now you're a wedding planner too? Engagement in Maldives? Seriously, Rohit?"

"Why not?" Rohit shot back. "Picture this: pristine beaches, sunset in the background, us exchanging rings while our families sip on coconut water. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?"

"Perfect for us, maybe. But you do realize convincing our families to pack their bags and fly to the Maldives for an engagement ceremony is next-level madness, right?"

"Madness is kind of my thing, Rits. Plus, everyone will love it. Who wouldn't want a mini-vacation with an engagement thrown in?"

"You're unbelievable," Vritika said, shaking her head. "Also, what about your fans? You think the media won't catch wind of this and turn it into a circus?"

"We will have the wedding for that."

Vritika shook her head. "Tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta Ro. Ab jao, tumhare dost intezaar kar rahe hai."

"Not until I get my hug," Rohit teased, holding his arms out.

Vritika sighed dramatically but stepped into his embrace. "Happy now?"

"Not quite," Rohit whispered, brushing his lips lightly against her temple. "But this will do... for now."

"Go, Sharma!" Vritika playfully pushed him away. "And don't even think about dragging me into your post-match chaos."

"Fine, fine," Rohit said with a laugh, backing away.

******

Vritika stood in front of the mirror, curling the last strand of her hair. She glanced at the clock. 3:00 PM. The function was at 4:30, and she wanted to leave in an hour. Satisfied with her soft curls and perfectly done makeup, she turned to check on Rohit.

He was sprawled across the bed, one leg dangling off the edge, his face buried in the pillow, snoring lightly. His hair was a messy tuft, and the faintest trace of drool glistened at the corner of his mouth. Vritika shook her head, smiling fondly. The man could conquer cricket stadiums, but waking up on time? Impossible.

"Rohit!" she called, walking over to the bed. "Get up! We need to get ready. The function starts in an hour."

No response.

She nudged his shoulder. "Ro, wake up, yaar. Don't make me drag you out of bed."

Still nothing.

"Seriously, Rohit?" she muttered under her breath, her hands on her hips. "You waltz in at midnight and now you're sleeping like there's no tomorrow. We have a function to attend!"

All she got in return was a low groan as Rohit buried his face deeper into the pillow.

"ROHIT!"

 "Five more minutes, Rits..." he mumbled, his voice muffled.

"You've been saying that for the past hour!" Vritika crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Rohit Sharma, if you don't get up right now, I swear you'll regret it."

Vritika narrowed her eyes. "Fine, Mr. Sharma. If you won't get up the easy way, we'll do this my way."

She grabbed her phone, set it up on the dresser, and hit record. "Let's capture this masterpiece," she murmured to herself with a smirk before darting into the bathroom.

When she returned, she was armed with a tube of toothpaste and one of her makeup brushes. Carefully, she squeezed a generous glob of toothpaste into Rohit's hand, biting her lip to keep from giggling. Then, she took the soft bristles of the brush and gently tickled his nose.

Rohit twitched. His nose wrinkled. A small grunt escaped his lips. But he didn't wake up.

Vritika tickled again, this time with more determination. Rohit's face scrunched, and then, in one swift motion, his hand shot up to scratch his nose—smearing toothpaste all over his face.

"GAHHHH!" Rohit shot up, his eyes wide and disoriented. "What the hell—ACHOO!" The minty sting of toothpaste filled his nose, and he sneezed loudly, sending bits of toothpaste flying. 

Vritika doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach. "Oh my God, Ro! You look like a toothpaste advertisement gone wrong!" She was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.

Rohit blinked, finally processing what had happened. His hand reached up, touching the sticky mess on his face. "Vritika," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Did you do this?"

Still laughing, Vritika took a step back. "M-maybe?" she choked out between giggles. "You wouldn't wake up!"

"You're dead!" Rohit roared. "Come here! I'm going to spread this all over your perfect makeup!"

Vritika squealed, darting around the room. "Rohit, no! I just finished getting ready!"

"That's the point!" Rohit lunged at her, and she dodged, laughing uncontrollably. "You think this is funny? Let me show you what's funny!"

She darted behind a chair, holding it like a shield. "Rohit, stop! Actually, you should be thankful that I chose my second idea and not the first."

"Oh? And what was your first idea, Miss Evil?"

"Sliding ice cubes under your shirt." She said still giggling.

"You just wait!" Rohit lunged at her. She let out a shriek and darted around the chair, her laughter filling the room. "Rohit, no! It took me a lot of time to get ready."

"Exactly why this is going to be so satisfying!"

"Look. I told you I was being merciful. And...and I was also saving your time. See now you won't need to brush your teeth. And the pudina, neem, and charcoal wala toothpaste has made you feel extra fresh!"

Rohit tsked. "Main itna fresh lagu aur tu itni rukhi sukhi dikhegi toh accha nahi lagega na Rits. Come, baby, I will make sure you also look extra fresh for the function!"

"You wouldn't dare!" 

"Oh I would."

"Rohit! My makeup took me forever! I'm warning you!"

Rohit smirked, advancing toward her like a predator cornering his prey. "Acha? Le. Ek kan se suna dusre se chod diya."

"Ro, I'm serious! Stay back!" she said, clutching the chair tighter

Rohit was undeterred. He darted around the chair, and Vritika squealed, scrambling to the other side. "Okay, okay! Truce! I promise I won't prank you again!"

"Oh, no, no, no," Rohit said, shaking his head. "You don't get to call truce after starting a war."

"Rohit Sharma!" she yelled, half laughing, half exasperated. "Think about the function! What will everyone say?"

He paused, tapping his chin dramatically. "Hmm. They'll say, 'Wow, what a well-matched couple!'"

Vritika groaned. "Rohit, I swear—"

Before she could finish, he lunged again, this time grabbing her by the wrist. She shrieked as he spun her around, his messy hand reaching for her face.

"Rohit! NO!" she yelled, "I WILL DO ANYTHING IF YOU STOP RIGHT NOW!"

Rohit smirked. "Anything, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Careful with those words, Miss Kohli. You might regret them."

Vritika gulped, realizing her mistake. "I-I didn't mean anything anything. I meant—"

"No take-backs!" Rohit declared, still holding her wrist. "Alright, here's my demand."

Vritika sighed, her eyes narrowing. "Fine. What do you want?"

"You have to...give me head massages subah, dopaher, shaam for a week. Body massage included."

Her jaw dropped. "A week? Are you crazy?"

"Okay, fine," Rohit said, shrugging. "I'll settle for five days."

"Two."

"Four."

"Three, and that's my final offer!"

"Deal."

"Now leave my hand."

"I am not finished."

"Arey, tumhe ungli kya di tumne toh pura haath pakad liya!"

"Haan kyuki ye ungli bhi meri hai, ye haath bhi mera hai aur jald hi ye jiska haath hai, woh bhi meri ho jayegi."He pulling her closer.

Vritika's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she glared at him. "Maine kaha chodo mera haath!"

"Maine bola na I am not finished! You said anything Rits!"

Vritika huffed "Fine. Ab kya chahiye tumhe?"

"A makeout session every day for the whole week."

Vritika's jaw dropped and the blush that was already on her cheeks? That went up a notch. "ROHIT SHARMA! Tumhara dimag kharab ho gaya hai kya?"

Rohit smirked. He loved to make her blush.  "Kya hua? Ab toh tumne hi kaha tha 'anything.' Toh ab deal pakki samajte hai thik hai?"

"Main aisi deal nahi maanti!"

"Tumhare manane, na manane se kya hota hai, hota wahi hai hai jo manjure Rohit Sharma hota hai. Waah wah kya baat hai." Rohit teased, finally letting go of her hand.

Vritika crossed her arms, fuming. "Tumhare sapne mein bhi yeh makeout session nahi hone wala."

 "Sapne mein toh hamesha hota hai, Rits. Tumhare saath toh reality mein hona chahiye."

"Unbelievable," Vritika muttered, fixing her hair in the mirror. "You're impossible, Rohit Sharma."

"And yet, you agreed to marry me," he said winking.

"Sometimes I wonder why."

"Because I'm irresistible," Rohit said. "Now, go and make yourself pretty."

"I always look pretty! Tumhare jaisa nahi hai, kitna bhi ragado, bhondu chehra waisa ka waisa."

"Bhondu? Main bhondu?"

"Shakal dekhi hai apni?"

"Isi shakal par fisal ke fida ho gayi thi madam tum."

Vritika scoffed. "Kis gadhe ne kaha ye?"

"Mujhe gadha kaise kaha tumne Mrs.Sharma—"

"Miss Kohli" she corrected, poking him in the chest.

"Haan haan, thodi din ki baat hai," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Kuch jyada hi overconfidence nahi hai tumhara? Shadi ke mandap se bhaag bhi sakti hoon."

"Mandap se bhaagogi? Main bhaag ne dunga tab jaogi na kahi...."

"Arey jabardasti hai kya?"

"Haq hai mera!"

"Tumhare yeh so-called 'haqq' ki wajah se ek din main pagal ho jaungi."

Rohit took a step closer. "Acha? Toh phir tumhare pagalpan ka ilaaj bhi toh main hi hoon, Rits."

Before she could respond, he winked and sauntered off, leaving her both annoyed and flustered because he also left a swift kiss on her cheek with bits of toothpaste.

"Rohit Sharma!" she yelled after him. "Tumhe iski saza milegi!"

"Woh makeout session main dekh lenge baby!"

With her makeup and hair done, Vritika finally changed into her saree. She carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and admired her reflection. Her back was exposed, and the strings of her blouse were untied as she tried to maneuver them unsuccessfully.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Rohit walked in.

"Perfect timing," Vritika said. She flicked her hair to one side, exposing the curve of her back, and turned her head slightly.

"Close the knot for me?"

Rohit froze mid-step, his eyes trailing from her bare back to the soft curve of her waist. The intricate detailing of her blouse contrasted beautifully with her glowing skin. His throat went dry, and he managed a hoarse, "Uh...sure."

Vritika chuckled at his dazed expression. "Kya hua, Ro? Cat got your tongue?"

Snapping out of his trance, Rohit smirked and walked up to her. "No, just appreciating the view."

As he moved closer, his fingers grazed her back while taking hold of the strings. A shiver ran down Vritika's spine, but she managed to suppress it. "Thoda jaldi karo, humein function ke liye late nahi hona," she said breathlessly. Damn it! Why did he have to have such an effect on her?!

"Shh," Rohit whispered, as his fingers worked deliberately slowly. 

He tied the knot and brushed his lips slowly down her back her, leaving a trail of warmth.  "Rohit!" she exclaimed, half-scolding, half-blushing.

"What? Just sealing the knot," he said cheekily, planting another kiss just below her shoulder blade. His hands, warm and firm, slid around her bare waist, pulling her gently into his arms. He turned her around to face him, his eyes locked onto hers. His eyes dropped to her lips and he slowly leaned in.

"What the hell are you wearing?!" she blurted.

Rohit looked down at his shirt. "Why? Accha toh hai."

"Kya accha hai? Go and change into a kurta."

"But I like it. And honestly, who would notice my clothes when I'm standing next to you looking this stunning?"

"Nice try, Ro, but I'm not letting you out of here dressed like that. "

"Fine fine."

A few moments later, Rohit returned in a simple kurta, his hair slightly tousled from the previous antics. His look was still effortless, yet undeniably handsome.

"There. Better?" he asked, spinning around.

Vritika took a moment to appreciate her fiancé, looking as charming as ever. "Much better," she said with a smile, though she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes.

"Ab chale?"

"Bilkul!"

They reached the venue and made their way towards the couple, who were sitting on a stage receiving blessings from the guests. Mahi and Sakshi looked radiant.

"Can you believe we're next? It's going to be us up there soon."

Rohit gave her a soft smile, squeezing her hand. "Believe me when I say that I can't wait Rits."

They reached the newlyweds, exchanging warm wishes and congratulatory hugs. Mahi hugged Vritika tightly. "You look gorgeous, Vritika, and Congratulations. I'm so happy for you for you two!" Mahi exclaimed.

"Thanks, Mahi bhai," Vritika grinned. "You two are absolutely glowing."

Sakshi hugged her next. "I can't believe the wedding's almost here! I'm so glad you both could make it. "

"Bag pack kardi na?" Vritika whispered in her ear.

"Kaunsi?"

"Woh lingerie wali..."

Sakshi's cheeks turned crimson, and she smacked Vritika playfully on the arm. Vritika!" she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard.

Vritika smirked "Kya? Honeymoon ke liye packing zaruri hai, Sakshi! Your husband will have his mind blown apart." she whispered.

"Tumhari shaadi ke baad dekhungi, phir kaun kiski taang kheenchta hai."

"Yahan kya khichdi pak rahi hai?" Rohit raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing you'd understand," Vritika said quickly, waving him off.

Rohit and Mahi exchanged confused glances.

"Woh dono kya planning kar rahi hain?" Rohit asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Mahi shook his head, chuckling. "Bhai, inki baatein samajhne ki koshish mat kar. Safe rehna hai toh bas haan mein haan milana."

"Wow, Mahi abhi shaadi hui bhi nahi aur apne abhi se biwi ke haan main haan karna chalu kar diya."

"Karna padta hai. Teri shaadi hogi toh samjhega."

"Nahi bhai, mujhe jarurat nahi hai. Mujhe experience hai. Abhi 10 kurte change karne ke baad madam ne ye final kiya tha."

Mahi burst out laughing, patting Rohit on the back. "Bhai tu bohot aage jayega."

They all clicked some photos together and left the stage as more relatives started coming in.

They had just climbed down the stairs when the paparazzi stopped them asking for poses.

 "Smile karlo, Mrs. Sharma-to-be. Warna kal ke headlines padkar regret karogi."

Vritika gave him a sharp look but plastered a dazzling smile as the cameras started clicking.

"Rohit sir, Vritika ma'am, ek romantic pose please!" one of the photographers shouted.

Rohit smirked and wrapped his arm around Vritika's waist, pulling her closer. "Kaisa laga yeh pose?" he teased softly, looking down at her flushed face.

"Zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi hai," she hissed through her teeth.

"Arey Virat bhai, please join them" one of the photographers called out, spotting Virat descending the stairs nearby.

Virat raised an eyebrow. "Mujhe kyun drag kar rahe ho tum log inki photo session mein?"

Rohit grinned, tightening his arm around Vritika. "Kyunki family photo adhoori lagti hai bina dulhan ke bhai ke."

The three of them posed together, Rohit and Virat flanking Vritika on either side.

"Are you ready for maldives guys? You guys have packed everything right? Especially you Rohit. I would bet everything that you have forgotten the engagement clothes!" Virat said.

"I packed his bag actually. Can't trust him with anything important," Vritika interjected, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"See? Proof of how lucky I am," Rohit quipped, throwing an arm around Vritika's shoulder. "Mujhe toh bas apni dulhan ko lekar jaana hai, baaki sab woh sambhal legi."

"Yeh toh sahi baat hai," Virat agreed, smirking. "Lekin Vritika, tu ready rehna. Iski koi guarantee nahi hai."

"Excuse me, Kohli," Rohit said. "Main itna bhi careless nahi hoon."

"Sure, Mr. 'Forgot-his-own-passport-last-time' Sharma," Vritika shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"That was one time!" Rohit defended himself . "Don't worry, I've learned my lesson. Everything is perfect. Trust me," Rohit said, grinning confidently.

Virat raised an eyebrow again. "Last time you packed three shirts and no shoes for a week-long trip, so... I'll believe it when I see it."

"Alright, alright," Rohit said, chuckling. "You two just wait and see. No disasters this time."

"Suuuure."

Rohit didn't argue much after Virat's comment. Truth be told, he couldn't care less about anything right now. A week-long vacation in the Maldives with his soon-to-be wife? Nothing could dampen his mood. He'd booked them first-class seats on the plane and had meticulously planned every detail of their trip. It wasn't just a vacation—it was the prelude to the rest of their lives together. He double-checked the tickets, made sure their bags were ready, and even brewed coffee for Vritika.

When she finally woke up and found him buzzing around the room, she teased, "Who are you and what have you done with Rohit Sharma? Aaj suraj paschim se uga hai kya?"

"Suraj Maldives se uga hai, baby! Chal uth, warna humari flight miss ho jaayegi, and trust me, I am not missing this trip."

A few hours later, they arrived at the airport, Rohit humming an upbeat tune as he pulled their suitcases behind him. Vritika followed, looking effortlessly stunning even in her casual travel outfit.

"Come on Ro, everybody has already reached there. And even Maa had called me three times now."

"I was ready since forever! It was not my fault you took an hour to get ready."

Rohit was walking behind when he noticed Vritika pausing ahead. He saw a group of fans crowding around her.

"Vritika ma'am, one selfie please!" one of them requested, their phones already raised.

She smiled politely and agreed, knowing it was part of his territory. As she posed, more people began to gather, some pushing to get closer. But soon, things took a turn. A couple of the men leaned in too close under the guise of snapping selfies. One even rested his hand lightly on her arm. Vritika's smile faltered, and she stiffened. She tried to step back subtly, but the men edged closer, oblivious—or ignoring—her discomfort.

 Rohit noticed the shift in her demeanor. His playful smile vanished and he strode over with purpose.

 "I think that's enough photos for now." Rohit wrapped his hand around her shoulder.

"Rohit sir! Ek photo aapke saath bhi!"

"Sorry, guys, but we're in a bit of a rush," Rohit said. "Hope you understand."

One man persisted, "Bas ek minute, sir—"

"She said no," Rohit interrupted, his gaze sharp now. The firmness in his voice left no room for argument.

Rohit leaned down slightly, whispering, "You okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Ro."

"Always," he replied, giving her a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the fans.

"Guys, we appreciate the love, but we really have to go. Thanks for understanding."

Rohit's jaw tightened as he steered Vritika away from the lingering fans, his arm never leaving her shoulder

She nodded, exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Yeah, I just didn't know how to get out of that without being rude.I guess I should get used to this, huh?"

 "Maybe. But letting anyone make you uncomfortable? Never."

They rejoined their families at the airport gate. Both sides were buzzing with excitement, discussing the upcoming trip to the Maldives. 

Finally, boarding began, and the group started moving towards the plane. Rohit, carrying both his and Vritika's carry-on bags, led the way with a sense of satisfaction. He couldn't wait to settle into the plush first-class seats he'd booked and begin their journey.

Once inside, Rohit reached their row and slid into the aisle seat, deliberately leaving the window seat open for Vritika. He leaned back, adjusted his seatbelt, and glanced back, expecting to see her following. Instead, his eyes landed on Saroj Aunty, Vritika's mother, heading straight for him.

Before he could react, Saroj Aunty gracefully slid into the window seat next to him, adjusting her shawl and oversized sunglasses.

"Aapki seat toh waha samne hai, aunty," Rohit said politely, gesturing to a row a few seats ahead.

Saroj Aunty slowly removed her sunglasses and gave him a pointed look. "Pehle toh aunty bulana band karo."

Rohit blinked, slightly caught off guard. "Jee... aunty?"

"Maa kaho, Rohit beta. Ya phir Mom."

Rohit chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Uh... Jee... Mom."

Saroj Aunty nodded approvingly and leaned back in the seat. "Bas, ab thoda adjust kar lo. Window seat mujhe zyada pasand hai."

Vritika appeared next to him, her hands on her hips. "Maa! Yeh mera seat hai!"

Saroj Aunty looked up innocently. "Toh kya hua? Main Rohit  ke saath baith rahi hoon. Tum waha samne baith jao Virat ke saath."

"Maa!"

"Kya maa? Abhi jab take engagement nahi ho jaati, tum dono ka milna julna band!"

Rohit's eyes widened as he heard Saroj Aunty's declaration. He glanced nervously at Vritika, who was staring at her mother with an expression of pure disbelief.

"Maa, aap serious ho?" Vritika asked, crossing her arms.

"Bilkul serious," Saroj Aunty replied "Engagement ke pehle zyada close hone ki zarurat nahi hai. Virat samne baitha hai, use company de do."

"Ye kya naya hai ab?"

"Beta ise traditions kehte hai. Bride and groom are not allowed to see each other."

"Lekin abhi toh sirf engagement hai na? Shaadi koh toh time hai..."

"So? We have preponed the tradition."

Rohit looked at her pleadingly. "Maa, main keh raha hoon ki hum—"

"Tum toh chup hi raho," Saroj Aunty said, cutting him off. "Tum waise bhi Vritika ke peeche peeche ghoomte ho. Thoda toh alag raho."

Rohit's mouth fell open, and he glanced between Saroj Aunty and Vritika, utterly lost for words. Vritika, on the other hand, looked ready to explode.

"Maa!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "Aapne kab decide kiya yeh? Mujhe toh koi news hi nahi di!"

"Abhi decide kiya," Saroj Aunty said with a smug smile. "Tum dono alag alag rahoge. Isse pyaar badta hai. Do hi toh din hai, kat jayenge aaram se. Jao ab."

Vritika looked at Rohit longingly with a pout.

"Sabra ka fal mitha hota hai. Virat apni behen ko leke jaa yaha se"

Virat came and pulled Vritika with him. "Chal chudail! Ladke waalon ko itna bhaav nahi dena chahiye."

Rohit  watched as Virat led Vritika to the seats a few rows ahead. A part of him wanted to protest, but he knew better than to argue with Saroj Aunty, especially in front of everyone. Instead, he sighed dramatically and sank into his seat.

"Kya socha tha....aur kya ho raha hai."

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A/N: Don't be silent readers guys. It takes lots of effort to write these stories ❤️