?Book ? 1 of HIS SERIES ??
This is the story of two arrogant and angry people. Whom heart is filled with anything that none other than hate for each other..
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ugh, it's been a week, but the shame still lingers. How could I be so reckless? That thandai-fueled night is etched in my memory like a bad tattoo. I'm mortified.
But amidst the embarrassment, there's this nagging feeling that I just can't shake off. When I think about Zain, a stupid grin spreads across my face. I remember everything – the way he hugged me, tears streaming down his face. My heart skips a beat thinking about it.
That night, when I sang that song, I could see the emotions welling up in him. He tried to hold it together, but I knew. And when he hugged me, it felt like he was holding onto something
I was lost in my dark romance novel, my cheeks flushing at a particularly steamy scene. Suddenly, I heard a throat clearing behind me. I looked up to find Rida standing there, a knowing glint in her eye.
"Huh?" I asked, trying to play it cool.
"Why are you blushing, Aapi?" Rida teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
I widened my eyes and quickly hid the book behind my back.
"It's nothing," I muttered, feeling my face grow even hotter.
Rida nodded, but I could tell she didn't believe me.
"Oh okayyyyyy," she drawled, her tone implying she knew exactly what I was up to.
I stood up, trying to composed myself.
"You know tomorrow is your Haldi ceremony, right?" Rida asked, her voice casual.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course, Rida. How could I forget my own wedding?"
Rida nodded, a smile on her face.
"It'll be a lot of fun. And guess what? Zain bhai is coming too."
I raised an eyebrow, my heart skipping a beat.
"So what?" I said nonchalantly, trying to hide my reaction.
Rida's eyes sparkled. "He's so great. I love his company."I felt a pang of...something. Jealousy? Possessiveness? I didn't know, but I didn't like it.
"Yeah, he's okay, I guess," I said, trying to sound casual.
But Rida's gaze lingered on me, and I could tell she saw right through my facade.
I felt my jaw clench at the thought of Rida liking Zain. Why was she suddenly interested in him? I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was being paranoid. But the image of Zain and Rida together lingered in my mind, making me uncomfortable.
"Rida, what's going on?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite my growing unease.
"You're not...interested in Zain, are you?"
Rida's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Why? Should I be?" she teased, her voice laced with mischief.
