Riya X Arjun:
"Stop pretending you care, Riya. This marriage is just a duty to me," Arjun's cold words pierced through her heart crushing all her hopes.
- Riya Mehta(the fiery and bold one) is thrust into an arranged marriage with Arjun Kapoor(the d...
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The supermarket was bustling with the typical late evening crowd, all of us milling through aisles filled with every possible snack, drink, and treat that anyone could possibly crave on a vacation. I was focused, quickly scanning shelves, trying to ignore the oversized shopping cart Vivaan had insisted on pushing just behind me. I hadn't exactly given him permission to follow me around, but apparently, that wasn't something he cared about.
Every time I moved an inch, he matched it, tailing me down every aisle like some overly friendly shadow.
"So, do you always walk this fast?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and mild teasing.
"Do you always follow strangers around like a stalker?" I replied, barely glancing at him as I tossed a bag of chips into the cart.
"Ouch," he said, putting a hand over his heart in mock offense. "But who said we're strangers? I feel like I've known you forever."
I rolled my eyes, my patience already thinning. "Well, I don't feel the same way."
Ignoring my clear lack of interest, he leaned in, casually grabbing a bag of chocolate candies and tossing it into the cart. "Everyone needs a little sweetness in their life, don't you think?"
"I don't have a sweet tooth."
He shrugged, unfazed. "Then I'll take them. You can have the spicy chips since you seem... fond of cold, sharp flavors."
I glanced up, his attempt at charm utterly lost on me. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing. Just admiring your taste," he replied with a grin, effortlessly keeping pace beside me. "So, do you believe in fate? Like, how we both ended up in the snack aisle at the same time?"
This time I stopped in my tracks, turning to look at him fully. "Vivaan, is this some weird attempt to flirt with me? Because if it is, you're wasting your time."
Unfazed, he flashed another grin. "Well, I don't know if I'd call it wasted. I'm enjoying myself."
I took a deep breath, choosing to ignore him as I resumed my shopping, moving with quick, purposeful strides through the aisles. But he didn't let up, following with that same puppy-like persistence, peppering the air with light-hearted comments and random questions.
"So...what's your favorite movie?"
"Don't have one."
"Favorite food?"
"Nothing specific."
"Favorite anything?"
"Silence," I said, shooting him a withering glare. It was like dealing with an annoyingly cheerful golden retriever who simply refused to take a hint.
He chuckled softly, unfazed by my cold replies. "You know, Nisha, you might actually enjoy life if you loosened up a little."
"Loosened up?" I echoed, annoyed. "Just because I don't enjoy mindless chatter?"
