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Six months later, the ancestral house in Banjara Hills hosted a double wedding. The same porch where they’d signed the ridiculous contract now held two mangala sutrams and four teary-eyed parents.

Anjali, the lawyer, finally lost her composure. “You’re an idiot. You don’t stage a fake relationship and then actually learn my coffee order, my favorite book, and the way I tap my foot when nervous. That’s not acting. That’s… you.”

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One rainy night, their car broke down near Necklace Road. Vikram, who was supposed to drop Niharika home, took off his jacket and held it over her head. “Come,” he said. “We’ll walk to the metro.”

The climax came at a family wedding. Drinks flowed. Relatives asked when the weddings were happening. Niharika and Vikram were cornered by a nosy aunt. “So, love at first sight?” Six months later, the ancestral house in Banjara

"Perfect," Niharika said, shaking his hand. "No feelings. Strictly professional."

Across the table, Surya held Anjali’s hand—a stiff, awkward clasp. Anjali, a no-nonsense lawyer, whispered, “You’re sweating on my silk saree.” “You’re an idiot

At the same time, Surya caught Anjali staring at him from across the lawn. She mouthed, “Your fly is open.” He laughed—a real, unguarded laugh. And she smiled. Not her courtroom smirk. A soft, private smile meant only for him.

She protested. He ignored. Under the shared jacket, his arm brushed hers. He smelled of sandalwood and wet earth. For the first time, Niharika didn’t want the rain to stop.

Meanwhile, Surya and Anjali were “studying” at a library—their agreed neutral zone. But Anjali fell asleep on his shoulder, and Surya, instead of waking her, carefully removed her glasses and set them aside. He watched her sleep for ten minutes. Then twenty.

Vikram exhaled. “I’ve loved you since you corrected my Python code at Surya’s birthday party. Two years ago.”