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𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I fucked up.
I shouldn't have been this kind to her. I should have told her the truth. I should have told her that she shouldn't expect anything from this marriage, especially from me.
But would I tell her now? Absolutely not.
"Down to earth, Vivaan," Abhimaan said, and I glared at him.
"Easy there, Mr. Rathore," he said, looking at me.
"Seems like you have a death wish today," Kabir commented without looking up from his phone.
"What? He wouldn't kill me; I'm his best friend," Abhimaan said smugly.
"Tell me later why you're my best friend," I replied, annoyed.
"What happened? You're getting married. Aren't you happy?" Abhimaan asked, and now Kabir focused on me too. Use your phone, asshole.
Both of them are such nosy fuckers.
I shared everything about Anaya and my encounter with them.
"What's wrong, then?" Kabir asked.
"Welcome to the whipped club," Abhimaan announced.
"Shut up, Abhimaan," I glared at him.
"What? You like her, that's obvious," Abhimaan said.
"You know what? I'm done with both of you," I announced and drove home.
Confusion clouds my thoughts. What is happening to me?
𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
I was walking to my room when I heard a fit of laughter, and I followed the sound coming from Arya's room.
The room's door was wide open. I saw Reyaansh, Aditi, and Arya all sitting on the bed, on a video call with someone, and they didn't even realize I was here.
"So, tell me, who is joining us?" someone asked through the phone, and I recognized that voice very clearly.
"Me", "I", "I am," the three idiots said at the same time.
Where are they joining her? Why don't I know about this? Am I jealous of my sister and cousins right now? Definitely, yes.
"Okay, then you people should reach there on time," Anaya said excitedly.
