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RAJVEER POV:
I was typing on my laptop in my cabin when the door suddenly swung open. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. Only two people dared to barge in without knocking: Adityy Singh Rathore, the CEO of Rathore Industries and my partner in our secret crime business, and Karan Rajput, the genius hacker .They were my param mitars.
They walked in down on the plush sofa, their stylish poses a testament to their charisma. Karan, shot me a glance and said, "Tune bataya nahi bhai ki teri shaadi ho rahi hai."
(You didn't tell me, brother, that you're getting married.)
My mind racing, I thought to myself, "How did they find out?" Was it Kiara, or maybe my mom who had spilled the beans? I pushed aside my laptop and leaned back in my chair, a cold tone creeping into my voice as I glared at Karan.
"Haan, toh tujhe free ka khana khane ka mauka mil raha hai kya?"
(So, you're getting a free meal, huh?)
Karan chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Khair, kon hai vo bechari ladki jiske saath teri shaadi ho rahi hai? Usse toh pata bhi nahi ki vo rakshash se shaadi karne ja rahi hai."
(Anyway, who's the poor girl who's getting married to you? She has no idea she's marrying a monster.)
Aditya, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Haa, bhai, batana, kon hai humari hone wali bhabhi?"
(Yes, brother, tell us, who's our future bhabhi?)
A sly smile spread across my face as I replied, "She's your sister's best friend."
The room fell silent, with Karan and Aditya exchanging a weighted glance.
Aditya's voice turned cold, his tone dripping with a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What? Tell me her name."
I savored the moment, drawing out the suspense before dropping the bombshell. "Saanvi Chauhan."
The two nodded, their expressions thoughtful, as they shot me curious glances. Aditya's behavior, however, caught Karan off guard, his brow furrowed in concern.
Just then, my phone buzzed, shrill in the silence. I glanced at the screen to see my mom's name flashing.
I picked up, and her voice chimed in, "Beta Raj, we're going shopping, and I think you should come too. You're the groom, after all."
