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It had been a long day, but Vanya still wasn’t sure what was more exhausting her shift at the parlour or Ishita’s never-ending commentary about how she had rejected Rivaan Kapoor. It was as if the universe had turned her into the villain of a Bollywood saga, and Ishita was the overdramatic narrator.
Now, sitting in the living room, she watched Aanya flip through her phone, waiting for dinner to be served. Samar scrolled through his messages while Meera adjusted her dupatta, looking unusually anxious.
“Ajay’s family is coming at 8,” Samar announced, glancing at his watch.
Vanya’s stomach did a nervous flip. “So soon?”
Samar smirked. “Would you prefer them next year?”
Aanya laughed. “Ooh, someone’s nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” Vanya argued, which was a lie. Her hands were p
