Disha and her friends left work as planned by 5:30 and waited for Vikram and Shravan outside the building.
Vikram joined them, explaining that Shravan couldn't come today as he left early to handle some family matters.
The group continued discussing their plans when Disha's phone rang. It was Kunal Malhotra, her childhood best friend.
Disha, excusing herself, answered the call.
Kunal: Hey, Disha! It's been forever. How about we catch up this weekend?
Disha: (Smiling) That sounds great, Kunal, but I already have plans with friends tonight.
Kunal: No worries. Another time, then?
Disha: Actually, you know Vikram, right? We were in the same school.
Kunal: Yeah, of course. What about him?
Disha: Well, we're planning to grab dinner with a few friends. Would you like to join us?
Kunal: That sounds fantastic! Count me in. Is that ok with everyone?
Disha: Awesome! Let me check with everyone to make sure it's cool.
After getting approval from Vikram, Aditi, and Vishal, Disha called Kunal back.
Disha: Kunal, you're officially part of the plan.
We're meeting at a nearby café. Can you make it?
Kunal: Absolutely! I'll be there in 20.
As they waited in the café, Disha ordered coffee, and the group engaged in light-hearted conversation.
Vishal: So, Disha, who's this friend of yours? Must be someone special to drive a car like that.
Disha: (Casually) Oh, that's just Kunal, my childhood friend.
The black car pulled up, catching everyone's attention. Disha recognized it and couldn't help but smile as Kunal stepped out, drawing the eyes of everyone around. He was a handsome 23-year-old, creating a buzz as he approached the café.
Kunal recognized Vikram and gave him a brotherly hug. He greeted Aditi and Vishal warmly. Lastly, he carefully embraced Disha, the love of his life, whom he had been loving since their school days but couldn't confess his feelings to her till date.
As they were sipping their coffees, the conversation naturally shifted to plans for the evening.
Vikram: "I was thinking maybe we could grab some good food and maybe a few drinks."
Disha: "Well, I was thinking of somewhere more casual.
Kunal: "Come on, Disha, it's not every day we get to hang out like this. Let's make it special! Royal Reserve Bar it is!"
Vikram: "I've heard it's a fantastic place. We can treat ourselves a bit today."
Aditi: "Why not? We deserve a little luxury every now and then. Let's go!"
Disha, despite her initial hesitation, couldn't resist the excitement from the group. She chuckled and gave in.
Disha: "Alright, alright! Royal Reserve Bar it is. But you all owe me one!"
The decision was made, and they headed towards the upscale Royal Reserve Bar for what promised to be a memorable evening.
Disha took the passenger seat, and the others squeezed into the back. In no time, they pulled up in front of the bar. The neon sign and lively sounds emanating from inside promised an enjoyable evening. Kunal's choice seemed to be just right for the Friday night they were about to embark on.
The black car arrived at Royal Reserve Bar, a trendy spot buzzing with energy. Despite the lively atmosphere of the Royal Reserve Bar, Disha hesitated as she realized she was the only one not dressed casually in her kurti and leggings. However, with reassurance from her friends and Kunal's charm, she decided to embrace the moment and stepped into the trendy bar with the anticipation of a fun-filled evening ahead.
As Disha realized she forgot to inform her mother about the plans, she excused herself, suggesting that her friends go inside, and she would join them after the call. Kunal tried to convince her to let him stay, but she insisted he should go with her friends to avoid any discomfort.
Kunal: "You sure you'll be okay alone here?"
Disha: "Absolutely, go enjoy with the others. I'll catch up."
Kunal: "Alright, take care, and don't be too late."
Disha, watched as Kunal and the others went inside the Royal Reserve Bar,
Disha dialed her mother's number: "Hey, Mom, I forgot to mention my plans for today. I'm out with friends, and I'll be home a bit late, though."
Disha's Mom: "It's okay, dear. Just have fun and be safe. Don't worry about the time."
Disha: "Thanks, Mom. Love you. See you later."
Disha, after finishing her call, made her way towards the entrance only to bump into someone unexpectedly. She hissed in pain and started massaging her forehead, looking ahead, only to find a masculine figure in front of her. With him being much taller, she slowly looked up, only to be shocked to find that the stranger was none other than Aryan.
Sensing the closeness between them, she immediately moved backward, only to stumble in the process.
As Disha stumbled, her heart raced, and she found herself caught in the firm grip of the stranger. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she looked up to meet his intense gaze. Aryan, with his sharp features and piercing eyes, held her securely. The unexpected encounter left them momentarily locked in a silent gaze, the air filled with a mix of surprise and an unspoken connection.
Disha, slightly embarrassed, glared at Aryan and began expressing her annoyance, "You should watch where you're going! It's your fault for not paying attention!"
Aryan responded casually, "Well, you should watch your steps more carefully. It's not my fault if you're in a rush."
Disha, still fuming, was about to reply, but Kunal intervened, calling her name. He took her away, holding her hand, and as they left, Disha shot murderous looks at Aryan.
Aryan smirked, "Watch your step next time."
Aryan found himself muttering, "So, she's Disha," as he contemplated the encounter with the "wild cat."
Disha removed her hand from Kunal's hand once they reached inside. Kunal, not happy with this, asked her first about what was happening outside. She just ignored him, saying, "He's just an arrogant man."
The lounge area was filled with loud music, and everyone was enjoying the atmosphere. Disha, seated in the middle, had Aditi to her right and Kunal to her left. Vishal and Vikram were seated opposite them. While everyone was indulging in drinks, Disha chose not to partake.
Aryan had just left the bar after concluding a meeting with important clients, engaging in business talks amid the quiet ambiance and a few drinks.
Aryan, still thinking about the encounter, couldn't decide whether to go back into the bar or head home. The recent interaction with Disha lingered in his mind as he stood near his car, caught in a moment of uncertainty.
Contemplating for a moment, Aryan decided to head back into the bar. About to enter the bar, Aryan's phone rang. Sameer inquired about his whereabouts, Aryan, caught off guard, reluctantly shared details about his whereabouts with Sameer over the phone. Sameer mentioned he would join him soon, and Aryan ended the call.
Disha, sensing the positive energy, encouraged Aditi to dance with Vikram, knowing well that Aditi had a liking for him. Aditi couldn't contain her smile and nodded in agreement.
The group soon joined the dance floor, and as they moved to the music, the heads of other people turned towards Disha. She danced with such enthusiasm, hitting each beat, completely oblivious to the presence of others around her.
Sameer, noticing Aryan's gaze on Disha, grinned mischievously and said, "Well, well! Looks like someone's got an eye on lively girl.
What's the story, Aryan?" Aryan, slightly flustered, tried to downplay it, "Just appreciating good dance moves, Sameer, nothing more." Sameer chuckled, "Sure, sure, Aryan, whatever you say."
Sameer, with a mischievous grin, ordered a round of drinks for Disha's table, including an expensive champagne. Unaware of the potential consequences, he looked at Aryan and said, "Let's see how she reacts to this, my friend."
As the waiter approached Disha and offered her the drink, he subtly pointed towards Aryan. Fuming with anger, Disha grabbed the champagne and stormed towards Aryan, determined to confront him.
Disha, with a stern look, said, "What do you think you're doing? Sending expensive champagne won't change anything. I'm here to enjoy with my friends, not entertain such gestures."
Aryan, rather than apologizing, remained silent, further fueling Disha's anger. She continued to express her displeasure at his actions.
Disha: "Do you think sending a drink makes everything okay? You need to learn some manners!"
Aryan: *Silent, maintaining his composure*
Sameer (whispering to Aryan): "Looks like you've stirred up a storm, my friend."
Disha, with a fiery glare, left the scene, not before making a dramatic exit by smashing the expensive champagne bottle on the floor. The shards of glass echoed the intensity of the moment.
Disha approached her friends and informed them about her early departure. Kunal asked her about the reasons for leaving early. Because they were all unaware of what just happened; they were so engaged in dancing. Disha didn't want to ruin their moods, so she didn't explain anything.
Aditi and Kunal tried to convince her to stay. Aditi gave her puppy eyes, indicating she wanted to spend some time with Vikram. Disha got the hint, and with a small smile, she agreed to stay.
Disha's ability to swiftly shift from anger to calmness stems from her understanding nature and caring personality. Her friends appreciate her willingness to prioritize their happiness, creating a harmonious and supportive environment. This unique blend of fiery determination and compassion makes Disha a remarkable and cherished friend in their lives.
Despite the earlier interruption, Disha chose to find joy in her friends' dance, embracing the lively atmosphere and savoring the moment. Her resilient spirit allowed her to set aside the unpleasant incident, focusing on the positive energy around her.
Disha found joy in the different dance styles of her friends. Kunal's skilled moves, Aditi's dance with Vikram, and Vishal's amusing offbeat steps created a lively and cheerful scene. Disha couldn't help but laugh and smile, relishing the carefree moments with her friends.
Aryan: "Seriously, Sameer? What was that about?"
Sameer: "Just adding a little excitement to the evening, my friend. You need to loosen up a bit."
Aryan: "You don't know her, Sameer. Don't pull these stupid stunts."
Sameer, with a mischievous grin, continued teasing Aryan, "Come on, spill the beans! How do you know her?"
Aryan, maintaining a mysterious silence, replied, "It's not something to discuss here. Let's just say, our paths crossed."
Sameer, not satisfied with the vague response, prodded further, "Crossed paths? Sounds intriguing. You can't leave it at that!"
Aryan chuckled, "Maybe some other time, Sameer. Let's enjoy the night."
Sameer, observing Aryan's stolen glances, smirked and said, "Well, well, looks like Mr. Mysterious has a soft spot."
Aryan, maintaining his composure, replied, "Soft spot or not, it's none of your business, Sameer."
Sameer, enjoying the banter, continued, "Oh, come on, Aryan! Friends share secrets. spill it!"
Aryan, raising his glass, diverted the conversation, "Let's just enjoy the night. No secrets tonight."
As Disha stepped towards the road, they all exchanged parting words.
Vikram: "You sure you won't stay longer, Disha?"
Disha: "No, I've got to get going. You guys enjoy!"
Aditi: "Thanks for staying, Disha. See you soon!"
Vishal: "Take care, Disha!"
Disha smiled, waving at them, "You too! Have a great night!"
As Vishal, Aditi, and Vikram left for a few more drinks, Disha continued to wait for a cab. The night had its twists, and she couldn't shake off the unexpected encounter with Aryan at the bar.
Kunal tapped on Disha's shoulder and offered her a drive, but she declined, concerned about the safety of drinking and driving.
Kunal insisted, "Come on, I've only had a couple. It's a short drive, and I'll be careful. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you."
Disha, firm in her decision, replied, "No, Kunal. I appreciate it, but I'd rather be safe. I'll find a cab.
Disha added, "Kunal, you've had a few drinks. It's not safe for you to drive. Take a cab, please."
Kunal, initially resistant, finally relented, "Alright, alright. I'll take a cab. But you better call me once you're home, got it?"
Disha agreed, "Deal. Now, be safe and take care."
Disha nodded and said, "Sure, Kunal. Thanks for understanding."
Not before hugging her, Kunal followed her towards cab. As Disha waved goodbye, Kunal, with a foolish grin on his face, made his way towards his car.
Kunal couldn't stop thinking about Disha and her concerns for his safety. Determined, he made a mental note to express his feelings as soon as possible.
In the midst of everything, Disha remained oblivious to the presence of someone who observed the entire situation. Aryan, who had witnessed it all, continued to gaze in the direction the cab went.
Sameer joined Aryan on his way home. They weren't too drunk, realizing they had to meet family members.
Once they reached the mansion, they went to their respective rooms to freshen up, wanting to avoid leaving a bad impression in front of the elders.
After freshening up, Aryan joined his family in the living room. Soon, Sameer joined in, greeting everyone and apologizing to Grandpa and Grandma for not receiving them at the airport.
Sameer: "I apologize for not being at the airport, Grandpa and Grandma. Work at the hospital kept me occupied. How was your journey?"
Grandpa: "No need to worry, Sameer. The journey was fine. We're glad to be here."
Grandma: "Aryan, my boy, it's been on my mind. When are you planning to bring a lovely girl into our lives?"
Grandma: "Aryan, dear, is there someone you have in mind? A special girl who has caught your eye?"
Aryan (slightly surprised): "Grandma, it's not that simple. I'm focused on work right now."
Grandma: "Oh, come on, Aryan. Love adds a beautiful flavor to life. If there's someone, you can share it with us."
Raj and Nita exchanged worried glances, knowing Aryan's past was a delicate subject. Aryan hesitated, not wanting to burden his family with the complexities of his personal life.
Aryan: "Grandma, let's not delve into that now. I promise, when there's something significant, you'll be the first to know."
Grandma (smiling): "Alright, dear. But remember, sharing joys and sorrows with family eases the burdens of the heart."
The conversation shifted, leaving Aryan with a mix of emotions about his past and the expectations for his future.
Sameer (grinning): "Hey Abhi, you won't believe what happened today. Our man here had a little encounter with someone quite fiery."
Aryan (sighing): "Sameer, not now."
Sameer (ignoring Aryan's warning): "So, there's this girl, Disha, right? Aryan bumped into her, quite literally."
Grandma (curious): "Oh, a chance meeting! Tell us more, Sameer."
Sameer (with a mischievous smile): "Well, Grandma, seems like our Aryan here had a dance with destiny, and it wasn't on the ballroom floor."
Aryan (rolling his eyes): "Sameer, spare me the details."
Sameer (enjoying the attention): "Disha wasn't too pleased. It was like a scene from a movie, complete with glares and a dramatic exit."
Grandpa (chuckling): "Sounds like quite the story. Aryan, my boy, you've got some interesting tales."
Aryan (smirking): "Life is full of surprises, Grandpa."
Sameer continued narrating the encounter, emphasizing the humorous side while carefully avoiding specific details about the location or the champagne. Aryan endured the teasing, trying to maintain composure in front of his family.
( Engaging in social activities like going to bars or clubs is a matter of personal choice and doesn't inherently imply anything wrong or inappropriate. People, including women, have the right to make choices that align with their preferences and lifestyles. In the context of the story, Sameer and Aryan's reluctance to confess about drinking to grandparents led to an improvised story)
As Sameer shared the amusing details of Aryan's encounter with Disha, Nita found a spark of hope. She observed Aryan's reactions and sensed that, perhaps, there was more to this chance meeting than Aryan let on. A small smile crept across Nita's face as she contemplated the possibility that Disha could bring a positive change to Aryan's life. The unknowing source of this hope, Disha, remained a mystery, yet her presence had already left an impression on Aryan's world.
The day concluded with some casual conversations, dinner, and a sense of normalcy prevailing in both scenarios.