The Sharma house bustled with its usual morning chaos.ย
Vaibhav Sharma sat comfortably in his favorite chair, newspaper spread open in front of him like every other morning, occasionally adjusting his glasses while pretending to focus on the headlines.
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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."
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.
#2 ษชษด แดสแด สแดแด แด ๊ฑแดสษชแด๊ฑ สแดแดแด ๐ฒ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ? ๐ฐ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐..... He is smart. She is intelligent. He loves to scare people. She is the boldest. He tries to insult her. She knows how to talk back. "Ab yeh kaun si nayi drama queen hai?" "The girl you just spilled coffee all over."He blinked, finally noticing the giant coffee stain on her white kurti. Oops. He bit back a laugh. "Arre yaar, it's just coffee. Relax. I'm sure you've got a washing machine at home. "Haan, aur mere paas tumhe tapakane se rokne ka patience bhi hai. She said . "Careful, fresher. Tumhe shayad pata nahi main kaun hoon."He Warned her. She crossed her arms, her lips curling into a smirk. ******************* "Move." "Excuse me? Did you just-" "I said, *move*." "Oh, I'm sorry, *your highness*, but last I checked, yeh footpath tumhare naam pe nahi hai." "Footpath? Yeh mera shortcut hai. And you're standing right in the way." "Shortcut? Tumhare ego ka bhi shortcut hai kya, jo har baat pe itna inflated hai?" "Wow, full attitude, huh? Freshers aaj kal kaafi daring ho gaye hain." "Attitude nahi, confidence. Tumhare jaise logon ko samajh aane mein thoda waqt lagta hai." "Haan? Aur tumhe samajhne mein kitna time lagega ki main yahan ka-" "*King*? Oh please, get in line. Tumhare jaise 'kings' ko main roz handle karti hoon." "Handle? Tum mereko *handle* karogi?" "Haan, ek baar tu hatega, toh dekh lena kaise karte hain. But for now, you're blocking my way." "You really think you can just-" "I don't think. I *know*. Ab side ho, ya tumhari ego ke saath main tumhe bhi utha ke hata doon?" ".......Are you serious?" "Dead serious " "Tumhari akal agar thikane nhi lagayi na toh mera naam bhi................nhi ๐ฅ
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