Fated by met 18 +

Italy,

Engagement Night

Anya was standing alone in a corner, bored, everyone else was busy with themselves. Anya's mom and dad had gone back to the farmhouse; Rivan didn't want them both in front of his eyes, and he had another reason too. Sia was dancing with Aman, Parul was engrossed with Aarav, Ria and Harish were in their own world, and Shruti was sitting in a corner talking with Rishabh. Rivan was in the control room, watching the CCTV footage of the palace with Aditya, Karan, and Ayush. Danish was busy with his mafia friends.

Anya was watching everyone and said to herself, "Everyone is busy with themselves, and I'm standing here alone, bored. They left me alone at my own engagement, but what is Rivan Sir doing inside the palace? It's been half an hour."

Just then, Manasvi came to her and said, "What are you doing here all alone?"

Anya hadn't liked Manasvi from the first day. She didn't reply to Manasvi and started to walk away.

Manasvi then grabbed her hand and stopped her. Manasvi said, "What's the hurry? You're leaving without answering me?"

Anya turned to face her and said, "I don't think it's necessary for me to answer you." Anya gestured for her to let go of her hand; Manasvi released it.

Anya was about to leave when Manasvi said, "You snatched my Rivan from me; I won't spare you."

Anya turned back and stood in front of Manasvi again. Anya looked her up and down and said with a fake smile, "Oh, look who it is! Our beloved ex-contender. Did you get an invitation, or did you come to pick up the pieces of your broken hopes?"

Manasvi's eyes turned red with anger. "You... you're very arrogant! What makes you think Rivan will always be yours?"

Anya fluttered her fake eyelashes. "He wasn't yours even then, darling. And yes, I think he will always be mine." Anya placed her hand on Manasvi's shoulder and said, "After all! Real gold tastes better than fake glitter, right?" Anya looked at her engagement ring and said, "This was made just for me."

Manasvi gritted her teeth and said, "You must have played some cheap trick! Men easily fall for such women."

Anya put her hands on her hips, looked her up and down, and said, "The way you're dressed in such a revealing outfit, you're the one who looks cheap to me."

Manasvi almost shouted, "I won't leave you! He was mine and will always be mine!"

Anya shrugged. "Sure, try. But remember one thing, a cheap copy always stays behind the original. And if you find my 'trick' so bad, imagine how Rivan must have found your 'tricks' that he came all the way from Italy to India for me."

Seeing the changing colors on Manasvi's face, Anya gave a winning smile and said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy my engagement. Your negativity isn't going to affect my happiness. Bye-bye, darling!"
Saying this, Anya walked away from her.

Manasvi clenched her fists and said angrily, "I won't spare you. Tonight, I'll make such a scene that Rivan himself will kick you out of his life. Just you wait and see."

Just then, her brother came to Manasvi and said, "What happened? Why do you look so angry?"

Manasvi said angrily, "This Anya snatched my Rivan from me. Today, I will make a spectacle of her life!"

Naman put his hand on her shoulder and said, "I'll take care of it myself." Naman bit his lip and said, "Hmm... she is so damn hot."

Manasvi looked at Naman and said, "Haven't you liked her a bit too much?"