CHAPTER 2

Sharma Mansion

Ritvik adjusted the sleeves of his plain white shirt and gave himself a quick glance in the mirror. A simple white shirt, black pants and a watch-neat decent and more than enough for what he thought was just an ardinary wedding. He ran his fingers through his hair and was about to step out when the door swung open.

His younger sister Riya walked in first, follow by his brother Rohan . Both of them stopped the moment they saw him.

Riya frowned "Thatayaaa.. "

( Grandpaa..)

Rohan sighed in defeat."Idi unfair.."

( This is unfair...)

Grandpa glanced at them through the mirror, a mischievous smile formed.

"Meeru fight chesthe ilaane untundi," he said casually

( If you fight,this is what happens.)

"next time... mundu decide chesukondi Ledu ante nenu permament ga front seat book chesukunta."

( Next time, decide early otherwise. I'll permanently book the front seat.)

That was it .

No argument left.

Ritvik opened the back door and looked at the two of them.

"Randi... Celebrities," he said dryly

( come on... Celebrities )

They both glare at him but quickly got into the car.

As the car started.

Grandpa smiled to himself

And Ritvik finally relaxed, leaning back-peace restored... at least for now.

A few minutes later...

The car slowed down as it entered the wedding venue.

Light sparkled across the entrance, and they welcomed them warmly.

"Vachesaam," Grandpa said, opening the door.

( we've arrived )

Everyone stepped out one by one.

"Finally vacham," Ritvik muttered under his breath.

(Finally, we made it)

"Thataya, chudu... entha crowd undo," Riya said, looking around in excitement.

( Grandpa,look...there's so much crowd.)

"More this crowd,your fight was louder. "

Ritvik smirked slightly, as they walked inside.

Inside, the hall was buzzing with energy - relatives getting each other, childrens running around, and the stage glowing under golden lights.

And right then-

Near the side of the stage

A girl hurried past, holding a tray in one hand and adjusting her dupatta with the other.

"Amma, tray ekkada pettali?" she asked quickly, not even stopping

(Mom, where should I place this tray)

That was Rishika

Dressed in a soft, elegant pink Saree, her hair slightly messy from rushing around, a few strands falling over her face... but there was something effortlessly striking about her.

Her mother again called her. "vastunna...! " she replied already moving towards the other task.

She again picked up another basket, her movements quick, her focus completely on making sure everything was perfect

Meanwhile....

Ritvik and his family stepped further inside.

His siblings instantly distracted by the decorations, but Ritvik's gaze shifted... unknowingly.

For a brief second -

He noticed her

The way she moved in a hurry, the way she handled everything without stopping, the slight frustration mixed with determination on her face.

Something about it made him pause.

For a moment, the noise of the wedding faded into the background... And all he could notice was her-moving with purpose, completely lost in her own world.

Ritvik didn't understand why.

But for the first time in that moment.

Something had caught his attention.

And he has a feeling -

This wouldn't be the last time their paths crossed.

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Ritvik's outfit

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