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Important notice

Vedansh Rathore lives in a luxurious mansion in Bandra, Mumbai, showcasing his elite lifestyle and powerful status. On the other hand, Vishakha Sharma comes from a middle-class family residing in a cozy, modest home in Dadar, Mumbai....

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Ved caught her just in time, their eyes locking in sheer disbelief.

"TUM?!" they both yelled, their voices echoing through the grand hall.

Annoyed, Ved instantly let go of her, and she landed on the floor with a loud "THUD!"

"WHAT THE HELL?! Upar ka mala sarka hua kya ? Who just drops someone like that?!" Vishakha shouted, wincing as she rubbed her elbow, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

Ved shrugged, his expression indifferent. " Aandhi tum ho or vaise bhi mene nhi giraya , tum khud hi girne waali thi."

" Me aandhi hu !! haan ? Aandhi hu me ? Me ME?? ? !" Vishakha snapped, standing up and dusting herself off, her annoyance radiating.

Vihaan strooled into the scene, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. " Ooo hooo , kya ho gaya bhai ?"

"Yeh aadmi?!" Vishakha barked, pointing an accusatory finger at Ved. "Yeh aadmi yahan kya kar raha hai?!"

Ved raised a brow, the corners of his mouth tugging down in irritation. "Excuse me? Yeh mera ghar hai, okay. Khud ke ghar mein aane ke liye tumse permission leni padegi kya?"

"Hahaha, nice joke! Tumhe lagta hai tum kuch bhi bologe aur main maan jaaungi? Haan?!" Vishakha retorted sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"Vishakha didi, actually, Vedansh Singh Rathore yeh hi hai, " Vihaan said, barely holding back his laughter as he pointed at Ved, who stood there with his arms crossed and an unimpressed expression.

Vishakha's jaw dropped somewhere, her face a perfect picture of disbelief. She slowly turned toward Ved, her finger trembling as she pointed at him. "Tu... tum?"

"Haan, main," Ved replied coldly, his glare piercing.

"Sor... sorry, sir," Vishakha stammered, her confidence visibly shaken.

" Or tum muje ye batao tum yaha kya kar Rahi ho ? Mohalle ka garden dikh Raha hai kya jab Maan Kiya morning walk karne aa gayi!!"

"Excuse me? Me kya pagal dikh rahi hu tumhe? Engagement ki preparation ke liye mujhe bulaya gaya hai, samjhe? Zyada taane turkhe maarne ki zarurat nahi hai," Vishakha retorted, whipping out her ID card and shoving it in his face.

Ved rolled his eyes, ready to respond, but Shreya entered after hearing the commotion.
"Bhaiya, aap bhi Vishakha didi ko jaante ho?" Shreya asked, curious.

"Ye ladki---" Ved began, but Vishakha interrupted with a dramatic flair.
"Arey, ye kya batayenge ! Ye toh aankhein band karke gaadi chalate hain. Meri Dhanno ko bhi thok diya tha inhone!"