AV Associates

Manvi felt the pressure of her new role at AV Associates. With Aarav out for a meeting, she found herself facing the daunting task of locating references essential for her work. Hesitant and unsure of whom to approach, she decided to check Aarav's cabin, hoping he might have returned.

She opened the door to his cabin but found it empty. As she turned to leave, she was startled to see Virat standing in front of her. His sudden appearance and the intensity of his gaze made her heart race. Trying to compose herself, she attempted to move past him, only to find that Virat had positioned himself in a way that blocked her exit.

Surprised by his actions, Manvi lowered her gaze and took a step back. "Virat Shergill... Aarav ka business partner," he introduced himself with a smirk that only heightened her unease.

When she attempted to shift to the right, Virat placed his hand against the wall, effectively trapping her. Her nerves were on edge, and her voice was barely above a whisper.

Virat's expression softened slightly. "Waise tumhe kuch chahiye? I can help you," he offered, though his gaze remained fixed on her.

"Wo... wo... Reference..." she managed to stammer, avoiding eye contact.

"Left mein file room hai udhar sab references hai," he said, gesturing towards the file room.

Manvi, feeling a mix of relief and discomfort, quickly moved towards the file room. As she walked away, she muttered to herself, "Kitne ajeeb hai Aarav ke dost..."

Inside the file room, she diligently searched for the necessary documents. After ten minutes of sifting through piles of files, she finally found the reference she needed. She walked back to her desk, her mind still preoccupied with her awkward encounter with Virat.

Settling down at her desk, she began to work, but couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced to her right and noticed Virat staring at her with an unsettling smile. Trying to focus on her work, she held up the file in front of her face, using it as a shield. As she slightly lowered the file to peek, she found Virat still watching her intently.

Sighing with frustration, she spun her chair around and thought to herself, "Ye humhe aise kyun dekh rahe hai... Aarav se baat karni padegi... Kitna uncomfortable lagta hai humhe."

Just then, Aarav walked into the office. Neha, with her usual flirtatious demeanor, approached him. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her tone suggestive.

Aarav, clearly uncomfortable, took a step back and offered a polite but strained smile.

Neha handed him a file, her hand brushing against his. Aarav's discomfort was evident as he quickly took the file and retreated to his cabin. Once inside, he sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "Ye ladkiyon ko haath kyun chuna hota hai..."

"Virat ko bolunga iss Neha ko bahar kare office se.." He contemplated speaking to Virat about Neha, but his thoughts were interrupted by Manvi's arrival.

"Aarav..." she said, entering his cabin with a look of concern.

Aarav turned to her, his expression softening. "Haan... How is your first day going on?" he asked.

Manvi took a deep breath, her frustration spilling over. "Tumhara dost hai na, unko samjhado humhe aise na ghura kare... humhe acha nahi lagta," she complained.

Aarav's expression shifted to one of understanding. "Hum usko samjha denge," he assured her.

Noticing the strain on Aarav's face, Manvi asked, "Kya hua? Tum kyun pareshan ho?"

Aarav sighed, "Are... hotel gaya tha. Waha ek ladki ne badtemaazi ki aur idhar ye Neha..." He explained, his voice tinged with frustration.

Manvi nodded sympathetically. "Ab har koi tumhari aur hamari tarah thodi hota hai..." she said.

Aarav managed a small smile. "Wo toh hai... Acha weekend pe kya kar rahi ho? Tennis khelne chale?" he asked, hoping to shift the mood.

Manvi's face brightened. "Haan chalte hai... hum to free hi hai," she agreed.

As they discussed their plans, Virat entered the cabin, flashing his characteristic grin. "Kuch baatein mujhse bhi kar liya karo?" he said, looking pointedly at Manvi.

Manvi glanced at Aarav and then left the cabin, feeling a mix of relief and awkwardness. Virat sighed, his expression reflecting a mixture of frustration and longing.

Aarav, clearly exasperated, hit Virat lightly on the back of his head. "Kyun pareshan kar rahe ho usko? Tumhare type ki ladki nahi hai wo," he said firmly.

Virat placed a hand on Aarav's shoulder, his tone dreamy. "Bhai... I like her a lot. Kya smile hai... Aur jo sharmati hai, gazaab," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Aarav gave him a stern look. "Chup... Ye dialogue tumne har ladki ko dekhke maara hai," he said, his patience wearing thin.

Virat shook his head, "Wrong... Ladkiyon se jab main baat karta hun toh wo mujhse achhe se baat karti hai, chance maarne ki koshish karti hai. Par ye... Dekhti tak nahi."

"Dekho Virat... Wo hamari tarah seedhi saadhi shareef ladki hai, door hi raho tum usse," Aarav said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

Virat sighed, resigned to his friend's advice.

Aarav then shifted his focus. "Ab kaam pe dhyan do," he instructed, and they both turned their attention back to their work.

Later, as the office quieted down, Manvi broke the silence with a curious question. "Ye tumhare dost kaise hai?"

Aarav, sensing an opportunity to ease the tension, responded, "Ab hai toh hai... Waise, hum keh rahe they, dinner saath mein kare?"

Manvi's face lit up with a warm smile. "Haan, waise bhi, I love tumhare haath ka khana," she said, her eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.

Aarav returned her smile, feeling a sense of contentment. He drove to Manvi's flat that evening, parking the car outside. Manvi greeted him at the door, and together they entered her cozy apartment.

Inside, the atmosphere was relaxed as Aarav took to cooking, while Manvi lent a helping hand. The kitchen filled with the aroma of delicious food, and as they worked side by side, the bond between them grew stronger. Manvi's nervousness from the earlier part of the day slowly melted away, replaced by a comforting camaraderie that made the evening enjoyable for both of them.

Divine Club

The bustling energy of the Divine Club was in full swing as Virat walked in, his charismatic presence cutting through the crowd like a magnet. He scanned the room, finally spotting Ahana perched at the bar counter. Her figure was silhouetted against the glow of neon lights, and as she noticed Virat approaching, a bright smile spread across her face.

"Hey," Virat greeted, sliding onto the stool next to her.

Ahana turned to him with a playful look. "You are late," she teased, her eyes glimmering with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

The bartender slid a familiar drink in front of Virat, who took a sip with a satisfied grin. "Very intelligent," he remarked, appreciating the bartender's efficiency.

"Are... tum jo janti ho, Aarav mujhe nikalne nahi deta office se jabtak main kaam khatam na karlun," Virat responded, his tone light but with a hint of exasperation.

Ahana raised an eyebrow. "Oh... tumhare boring dost ki baatein yahan mat karo. How was your day?" she asked, genuinely interested.

Virat's thoughts wandered back to the office, where he had seen Manvi. A delighted smile spread across his face.

"Ohho... Kya baat hai?" Ahana noticed the change in his demeanor.

"You know, aaj hamare office mein ek new ladki aayi hai, and she is super cute," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Really?" Ahana responded with a hint of intrigue. "Ohh... pata hai aaj main bhi ek ladke se mili hotel mein. He was so cute, handsome, hot," she said, admiring the man she had encountered earlier.

Virat raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Bas ek baar aur mil jaaye mujhe... Kahi," she said, her voice tinged with longing.

"aisa hai kaun jo tumhe itna pasand aa gaya?" Virat asked, his curiosity piqued.

"milega toh tumhe zaroor milwaungi" Ahana said dreamily, unaware that she was referring to Virat's business partner.

After spending a few more hours enjoying the club's lively atmosphere, Ahana and Virat finally decided to leave. Virat's house was on the way, so Ahana dropped him off before heading to her own place.

As she drove, the alcohol began to take its toll. In a moment of frustration, she muttered, "Arghh... Isko bhi abhi kharab hona tha," her irritation growing as the car slowed down unexpectedly.

She stumbled out of the car, her steps unsteady as she began to walk down the road, humming a carefree song. "Zara sa jhoom lun main..." she sang softly, trying to steady herself.

Her phone rang, breaking her trance. She answered it, her speech slightly slurred. "Yes... Kal time pe pahuch jaungi," she said before hanging up.

Suddenly, she felt a jolt and lost her balance. A car had bumped into her, and she turned, her eyes widening with shock. "Dekh nahi sakte kya... Idiot, duffer... Scoundrel... bast..." she shouted, her voice trailing off as she saw the person who had emerged from the car.

Aarav stepped out, his face marked by a polite yet concerned expression. "Maaf kijiyega... hum toh horn maar rahe they par aap phone pe thi, isliye aapko sunayi nahi diya," he apologized, his tone sincere and calm.

Ahana was momentarily mesmerized by his demeanor. Her gaze lingered on him, and she seemed lost in his eyes. "Excuse me, mam..." Aarav's voice broke through her daze.

Realizing the situation, Ahana snapped back to reality. "Aah... You... Oh my god," she exclaimed, reaching out with an unsteady hand. "Uthao mujhe..."

Aarav was taken aback by her behavior. Though he felt a sense of familiarity, he couldn't quite place her. He watched as she attempted to steady herself, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"You know... Aaj hi maine apne dost se kaha ek baar tum mil jao and you are here," Ahana said, her voice dripping with a mix of gratitude and flirtation.

Aarav, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, gently pushed her hands away and opened the car door. "Please, let me help you," he said, his tone firm but gentle.

Ahana, still somewhat disoriented, stood in front of him. "Ajeeb ho yaar tum... Ek ladki tumhe line maar rahi hai aur tum react hi nahi kar rahe ho," she said, her frustration mingled with admiration.

Aarav, determined to ensure her safety, took out his phone and called a cab. Within ten minutes, the cab arrived. He spoke to the driver, instructing him to take Ahana home safely.

Ahana, however, refused to leave. "Nahi jaungi, tum chodo mujhe ghar," she protested, trying to hold his hand.

Aarav stepped back, maintaining a respectful distance. "Ye aapko chod denge. Humhe maaf kijiye aap," he said, folding his hands in apology.

He got into the car, his exhaustion catching up with him as he dozed off almost immediately. As the car began to move, Aarav murmured softly, "God... please dubara iss ladki se mat milwana."

Ahana, undeterred, smirked as she settled into the cab. "Mr. Handsome, I like your attitude. Ab tum jitna Ahana se door bhagoge, utna hi tumhare qareeb aayegi Ahana... You are only meant for me," she declared with a hint of determination.

As the cab drove away, Ahana's thoughts lingered on Aarav, her mind swirling with a mix of attraction and curiosity. The night was far from over, and her encounter with Aarav had only ignited a new, intriguing chapter in her life.