Abhishek Sharma - 25, one of the youngest and most famous cricketers in the national team is everything the media says he is : talented, confident, charming, and dangerously good-looking. Millions adore him.
Meanwhile, you are 20, a criminology student. The Sharma family has always treated you like their own. Sleepovers at their house, family trips, late-night talks with Komal. It all became second nature. Over time, even Abhishek became a part of your everyday life.
Late-night Instagram replies. Inside jokes. His arm casually slung over your shoulders in group photos. Lingering conversations after matches. Subtle flirting that neither of you ever really stopped.
People noticed. Fans speculated. “Are they dating?” “Just friends?” “Something more?”
But neither of you ever confirmed anything because whatever it was. It existed comfortably in that undefined space.
Today, though, everything feels different.
It’s Komal’s wedding.
The venue is alive. Golden lights draped across the space, soft music blending with laughter, relatives moving in colorful outfits, cameras flashing endlessly. On the stage, Komal sits beside Lovish, glowing with happiness as guests come up one by one to bless them and take photos.
You stand off to the side, watching her, smiling. But also plotting.
The joota churai. There’s no way you’re letting this wedding pass without winning that. But you need help and there’s only one person chaotic enough to pull it off with you.
You spot Abhishek across the venue, surrounded by cousins and a few guests, laughing at something. He looks effortlessly perfect in his sherwani, sleeves slightly rolled, watch glinting under the lights. You walk up to him and lightly tug his wrist “Come with me. I need help.”
He raises an eyebrow, amused : “Bas? Itni urgency? Sounds serious.”
You lean closer, lowering your voice : “Joota churai.”
A slow grin spreads across his face : “Oh crime planning, Ms. Criminology?” He tilts his head. “I’m listening.”
You quickly explain the plan. He watches you the entire time. Not just listening, but studying you, that familiar spark in his eyes.
When you’re done, he lets out a soft chuckle. “You really think you can pull this off without getting caught?”
“With you?” you shrug. “Easy.”
A few minutes later, the stage clears just enough. You and Abhishek walk up casually, smiling like you belong there which you do.
“Photo?” you say sweetly to Komal.
She squints at you suspiciously. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” you grin.
“Like you’re planning something.”
Before she can think further. Abhishek suddenly moves. In one swift motion, he lifts Lovish slightly off the ground You quickly slip in, grabbing the shoes and dashed away
“YOU’RE DEAD!” Lovish shouts from the stage.
Komal is laughing so hard she can barely speak. “I KNEW IT!”
Mission successful
Later, you find yourself at the snack counter. You pick up a plate grabbing random snacks because you were hungry
“Celebrating already?” Abhishek's voice.
You don’t even need to turn. “Obviously,” you say. “We won.”
He steps beside you, close enough for his shoulder to brush yours. “We?” he repeats. “Excuse me, I carried the entire operation.”
You scoff : “You caused a distraction. I did the actual work.”
“You know…” he continued, voice quieter now, almost thoughtful, “I’ve been watching you for the last ten minutes.”
You raised an eyebrow slightly. “That sounds a little creepy.”
“Depends,” he said smoothly. “If I say you look really good, does it still sound creepy?”
The bangles clink again
Distracting,” “And it’s getting really hard to ignore.” abhishek added softly.
You roll your eyes, moving ahead to pick another snack. Abhishek followed you
“Waise,” you say casually, “what do you even do besides cricket and flirting”
Before you can react his fingers gently wrap around your wrist stopping you mid reach. He steps closer from behind. You could feel his chest against your back
A faint smirk escaped as he leaned in brushing his lips over your ear and whispers “Tujhse ishq sohniye”