Third person pov
In the Sharma house, after lunch with Ritvik and Vyom, Mr. and Mrs. Sharma were sitting in the living area discussing something. After a long discussion, they called their daughter.
"Yes, Dad, you called?" Pakhi came inside, making herself comfortable on the couch while scrolling through her phone.
"Yes, my child, we called you to talk about something. Would you please keep your phone aside and listen to us?" her father said, showing his irritation at seeing her glued to her phone. She put her phone down and looked at her father with an annoyed expression.
"Good. So, what do you think about Mr. Malik, who came for lunch?" her mother asked her.
Pakhi took a moment before answering."You mean Ritvik? He looks hot. I liked his aura, but I'm more interested in the other one, Vyom. He seemed like a dumb Donald Duck, more my type-someone I can control," she answered without any filter, causing her mother to gasp at her nonsense.
"Girl, you need to show some hesitation. Your father is sitting right in front of you," her mom said through gritted teeth.
"Hesitate? You only asked me, so I told you honestly," she replied to her mother with a dismissive tone.
"Enough. And you, Pakhi, Vyom is not the right choice for you. Ritvik is what we need for our company's safety. Look at him as your type because he is a mafia, just like in your books," her father told her, taking a sip of his whiskey."
Wow, a mafia? Not bad. I'll see if he is my type or not, and let me tell you, I won't do anything for your company," Pakhi warned her father before standing up to leave for her room.
As she ascended the staircase, she opened Ritvik's Instagram handle."Hmm, he seems devilishly handsome.
I can give it a try," she thought as she went inside her room and slumped onto her bed.As she was taking her power nap, a voice-no, not singing, rather screaming-came, waking her up irritably.
She went to the balcony to find their new neighbor with Italian looks singing while watering his plants.
Paan mein pudeena dekhaa, naak ka nageena dekhaa
Chikni chameli dekhi, chiknaa kaminaa dekhaa
Chaand ne cheater ho ke cheat kiya
to saare taare bole, gili gili akkhaan..
**Pakhi's POV**
"Ohh, gilli gilli apa, stop singing in your dumbass tone," I shouted. While watering his plants, he looked at me, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Did you call me?" he asked, removing one of his AirPods, which irked me even more."Just stop shouting the song like a zaheel gawar," I angrily answered.
"Ohh, that means we both are zaheel gawar because this morning I noticed you dancing and singing loudly, audible from the street," he replied with a smile.
My mouth fell half open. I couldn't think of a comeback, so I stomped my feet and left my balcony while he sang another song."
M karu toh saala character dheela hai!""Arghhhhhhh!" I screamed.
"This bimbo Vyom is a dumb idiot. That Ritvik is far better," I thought while video calling Lavanya."Hieeeee, my love!" I screamed, and she made a face because of my screaming."Bol, Pakhi," she asked while I made a pout.
"Pakhi, not your darling anymore, huh?" I said, and she shook her head negatively.
"Yes, my darling, what do you want?" she spoke while weaving her ghungroo for tomorrow's performance. Yes, she is a Kathak dancer, while I am a Bharatanatyam dancer. We both have a knockout competition.
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Entwined Souls
Short Storyseries Entwine Ritvik Malik, a man who has been in love with his best friend's sister since their school days. To her, he's the charming and sweet "chocolate boy." However, beneath this facade lies a ruthless mafia figure who doesn't hesitate to el...
