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Naya dost ya dushman?


Hlo everyone, Ikaa here I hope you like my stories and support me in this journey ๐
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She likes cappuccinos. He likes chai in steel tumblers. She knows hospital corridors. He knows mountain trails. Adrija Pandey has spent her whole life in Dehradun โ surrounded by city chaos and the comfort of knowing every street by heart. Sheโs a doctor, certain her love story will be nothing like the small-town romances her mother keeps hinting at. Agastya Joshi is an Indian Army officer from the quiet hills of Almora โ the kind of man who can fix a roof in the rain, find the sweetest kaafal on the slopes, and loves to sleep under a sky full of stars. Heโs as theth pahadi as they comeโฆ and the last person Adrija expects to be paired with for an arranged marriage. But when two worlds โ lattes and laaltains , collide and sparks fly in the most unexpected ways. Between misunderstandings, stolen glances, family drama, and the unmistakable charm of the mountains, Adrija begins to wonderโฆ Maybe love isnโt about where youโre from. Maybe itโs about where youโre meant to belong. Now, between lattes and laaltains, Adrija must figure out if opposites just clashโฆ or if they fall in love. "You belong in the city, Adrija." "Then why do the mountains feel like homeโฆ when youโre there?" **************************************** "Soโฆ where do we fit? In your city cafes or my mountain nights?" "Somewhere in between, Agastyaโฆ between lattes and laaltains."



๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ "Excuse me! Is this the way to talk to someone? Donโt you have any manners?" He yelled at her, his voice heavy with frustration and disappointment. "Excuse me, Mr. Aap hote kaun hain mujhe manners ka gyaan dene waale? And by the way, youโre also at fault here. So donโt try to act oversmart with me," she shot back firmly and walked away, muttering under her breathโฆ. โAaye bade mujhe fazool ka gyaan dene waale Gyaani Baba!โ **************************************** "Hey Bhagwan! Aaj toh sach mein pata chal gaya ki duniya gol hai!" She exclaimed.. "Yeh kaha se hamaare training commander nikle? Ab kya hoga agar unhe kuch yaad aa gaya toh...? Tu toh gayi, Shivi beta!" **************************************** Lost in thought, she kept glaring at him, silently fuming. "Papa ko bhi poori duniya mein yahi namuna mila tha shaadi ke rishte ke liye?" She muttered in her head. "Na Baba Na! Yeh anarth nahi hone doongi main! Chahe sir kalam kyu na ho jaye mera... Meri kurbaani yaad rakhi jaayegi itihaas ke panno mein!" And then chuckled to herself "Heh... heh... heh..." But no one knows what's written in destiny... Except your Ikaa, of course ๐โโ๏ธ (And if you want to know too , then what are you waiting for? Continue reading the story!) ยฉ๏ธAll rights reserved Ikaa_writes



๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐-๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐... ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ข๐. "They don't trust easily," she murmured, watching them. He glanced at her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Neither do I." It lasted only a moment, but it remained as a quiet exchange between two strangers who understood silence better than words. She didn't know it then, but that was the first time she truly saw a glimpse of him. Rithvik Mehta was once a brilliant veterinary doctor until one irreversible mistake shattered everything he believed about himself. Unable to forgive the past, he left behind the profession he loved and built a life where keeping his distance felt safer than caring again. Sanvi Verma has mastered the art of hiding pain behind gentle smiles. The only soul she lets close is Aaravโthe dog she refuses to leave behind, the last living piece of her love. Like her, he has also forgotten what it feels like to trust. When fate brings them together at an old animal shelter, love is not even the last thing on either of their minds. But sometimes, the loudest stories begin with nothing more than...silent echoes.

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