CHAPTER - 2
A quiet cafe in the city. Sunlight filtered through the glass windows, casting a soft golden hue over the wooden tables. It was their first official meeting—not as strangers anymore, but as two people soon to be bound by marriage.
AARVIKA sat at the corner table, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of the coffee cup. She looked up every few seconds, waiting for him. Waiting for the man she would have to call her husband soon.
He walked in, sharp in a black shirt, eyes scanning the room till they landed on her. He walked over, his steps confident but distant.
He pulled out the chair and sat down across from her, silent
Aarvika maitra/FL
Tum hamesha itne serious rehte ho ya bas meri wajah se?(trying to lighten the moment)
( TRANSLATION : Are you always this serious or is it just because of me?)
Vansh yajvan/ML
Main drama pasand nahi karta.
( TRANSLATION : I don't like drama.)
Aarvika maitra/FL
( raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips)
Aarvika maitra/FL
So do I look like a soap opera to you?
Vansh yajvan/ML
So far, the storyline feels like one.(dryly)
Aarvika maitra/FL
(chuckled softly, but there was sadness in her eyes.)
Aarvika maitra/FL
When there’s no love in a relationship, it’s called compulsion. And stories are never born from compulsion
Vansh yajvan/ML
You want a story?(leaning back)
Aarvika maitra/FL
No. I just want to not be someone’s second choice ( softly)
He looked at her then, properly—her eyes, her pain, her strength. She wasn’t weak. She was standing in front of his broken heart, asking not to be a part of its remains.
After a few moments of silence, VANSH broke the tension.
Vansh yajvan/ML
Let’s make one thing clear. I won’t lie to you. I still love her.
Aarvika maitra/FL
And I’m marrying you under pressure. So let’s start living with honesty (nods slowly)
Vansh yajvan/ML
👈🏻 was surprised at her directness
Vansh yajvan/ML
You’re different... from everyone else.
Aarvika maitra/FL
And you’re the one... whose heart belongs to someone else.
They sat in silence again, sipping their coffee, surrounded by quiet chatter from other tables. They weren’t a typical couple. They weren’t lovers. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But something about this conversation felt real.
Later That Evening – At VANSH’s House
AARVIKA entered his house with her small suitcase, greeted by the luxurious yet cold interiors. A woman approached her with a warm smile.
Siddhu/MAID
👈🏻in future, best friend of AARVIKA
Siddhu/MAID
Hello, ma’am. I’ll take your bags inside..
Aarvika maitra/FL
What’s your name?(smiling faintly)
Siddhu/MAID
Siddhu . You can call me a friend too. I’ll help you understand everything here.
Aarvika maitra/FL
(Eyes softened. In an unfamiliar home, at least one soul felt kind.)
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