Khushi was my sister's best friend, someone who was always around the house, sharing secrets and laughter. One day, with a slightly mischievous smile, she told my sister,
"Hey… my cousin has started liking Anya. I think you should help them talk."
My sister's expression changed instantly. She knew exactly who Khushi's cousin was—and more importantly, what kind of person he was.
She frowned and replied firmly,
"Are you serious, Khushi? Anya is not meant for him. She won't fit into his world."
Khushi looked confused. "Why? What's wrong with him?"
My sister sighed, crossing her arms.
"You know very well what he's like… he's a total playboy. I'm not letting Anya get involved in all that."
And that was it—at least from my sister's side. She had made her decision clear.
But Khushi didn't stop there.
Later, she went to her cousin and said casually,
"Forget it, yaar. Anya won't fall for you. She's not that type."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then he smirked—a confident, almost arrogant smile playing on his lips.
"Won't fall for me?" he repeated slowly. "No girl has ever rejected me."
He leaned back, his voice filled with pride.
"I've had 25 exes already. And you think she's different?"
Khushi raised an eyebrow. "I'm just saying… she's not easy."
He chuckled softly, eyes glinting with determination.
"Everyone says that in the beginning. Trust me… she'll fall for me too. Easily."
But somewhere, deep down, this wasn't just about attraction anymore.
It had become a challenge.
And maybe… just maybe… this time, things weren't going to be as easy as he thought...
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