Tara's eyes narrowed as she spotted Rishi walking toward them, a few of his friends tagging along. His usual smugness was replaced with something more unreadable.
Saumya instinctively gripped the strap of her bag tighter, her fingers curling into a fist. Tara, however, didn't even blink.
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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 ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ; ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ก๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ. "They don't trust easily," she murmured, watching both of them. He glanced at her briefly, his voice quiet. "Neither do I." It wasn't a moment, not really. Just a fleeting exchange between two people who understood silence better than words. But later, much later, she would realize-that was the first time she saw him. And the first time he saw her. Rithvik Mehta was once a brilliant veterinary doctor - until the weight of one irreversible mistake shattered his belief in himself. Haunted by a past he refuses to confront, he walked away from the profession he once loved, choosing isolation over the pain of facing his failures. Sanvi Verma carries her own wounds, tucked away beneath quiet smiles and unspoken words. The only constant in her life is the little dog that once belonged to the love she lost - a pet that,like her stopped trusting strangers , stopped chasing joy. When fate brings Sanvi and Rithvik together at an old animal shelter,neither of them is looking for love.
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