Avani Patel (Chaos ka dusra name..) -College student with jethalal jesi life.

---Her aesthetics''🪄

*Avani's POV*

At exactly 5:00 in the evening, Amreli no longer felt like a quiet city.

It was such a long exhausting day at college. i screamed in my head the moment I sat in a rickshaw.

The rickshaw moved, cutting through traffic, through tired faces and familiar roads. Shops were half-closed, chai stalls crowded, and people rushed home with the same worn look I felt inside. The city wasn't calm..it was restless, running on the last bit of daylight.

I leaned back, letting the evening air hit my face. So lost in my exhaustion, I didn't even realize when the rickshaw reached my society.

I paid the rickshaw driver and walked toward my house.

"I'll just go and sleep" I decided the moment I opened the door.

I placed my bag on the sofa when I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone. At the same time, I caught my younger brother secretly taking a chocolate...as if he wasn't literally a cavity patient.

caught red-handed.

Aaditya Patel (apni mummy ka ladla) -Avani's little brother -he's in class class 11.

"Okay, okay... once Aadi's father comes home, we'll all come together. Jai Shree Krishna," my mom said before hanging up.

Sarita Patel ( Perfection runs in blood) -Avani and aaditya's matashree. - Tution Teacher by profession (It's her hobby not her majboori;) )

Aadi and I looked at each other, and at the same time, we blurted out, "Partyyyy!"

Mom stared both of us.

"Not a party...we're going out for dinner," she said, picking up the glasses from the table. "Avi, call your dad for me. I'll finish my work by then, okay?"

"Why do I need to call Dad? Weren't you just talking to him right now?" I asked Mom, confused.

At the same moment, Aadi quietly slipped the chocolate into his pocket...mission successful.

"No, beta, that was your dadi on the phone," Mom replied from the kitchen.

The moment we heard that, Aadi and I shouted together, "Dadiiii?!"

Lata Patel (ghar ki mukhiya cum cutie) -Lalita is her own name btw -trip with her bhajan mandali is important than bhajan itself.

"Yes, dadi," Mom said. "She's gone to the Shah family's house. They've invited us there directly for dinner."

Before Mom could say anything more, Dad walked in.

"I'm home," he announced, placing his office bag down. "What? You're still not ready? Come on, hurry up...we need to leave now."

Mahesh Patel (ye bhi apni mummy ke laadle hai) -Sweet as sugar until you wake up late in the morning

Dad sat on the sofa, and I went to get him a glass of water. While drinking it, he noticed Mom was still in the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you still doing there? it's getting late," dad said teasingly. "Later, you'll be the one scolding me."

"I'm just about to get ready," mom replied while heading upstairs.

"Tell your darling daughter...she's the one who always takes the longest."

I stood there, still confused.

"But Papa, why are we going to Shah Uncle's house? And dadi.. why did she go there first? Shouldn't she have come here?" i asked, half-complaining.

"Oh, beta," dad said, rolling up his shirt sleeves, "I was about to go pick dadi up from the station when she said she wanted to go to the Shahs' place first. We'll all have dinner together and relive some old memories."

"Hmm," I murmured and quietly walked away.

Why did Dadi go there first instead of coming home? And why had everyone suddenly been invited to dinner? Something was definitely going on, and nobody seemed interested in explaining it.

As the elder daughter, it felt like I had automatically taken responsibility for carrying all the unspoken stress of the house. With those thoughts swirling in my head, I went to get ready.

We all got ready and left for Shah Uncle's house.

His house is about twenty minutes away from ours, and the entire drive, I kept wondering

Why are we even going there?

Finally, I was about to get my answers, because we had reached Shah Nivas.

The moment we entered their huge house, Shah Uncle stood right in front of us with his arms wide open, waiting for us...

or should I say, waiting for my dad. Best friends, you know.

Kishor Shah (Business karna chahenge aap?) -Businessman by profession -work from home chal rha hai filhal

Kishor Uncle and my dad grew up together...they've been inseparable since childhood.

"Areyy, sarita! How long has it been since we last met?" kiran aunty said in her adorable accent.

Kiran Shah (that one Sweet aunty we all know) -home chef by profession. -Hardcore 'Anupama' fan.

After a long time, everyone was finally together, and the smiles on their faces said it all.

It felt like two long-lost families reuniting.

Uff... such family drama!

As soon as the greetings were over, we went inside..and I saw Disha.

Disha Shah (that one girl who's rich in kindness) -she's younger daughter of shah family. -she's in second year of college like me..

We hugged each other tightly.

"Where are our two darling grandmas?" i asked disha excitedly.

"They've been gossiping nonstop inside. They didn't even spare the bus driver who took them to Haridwar," she said dramatically, laughing.

"Oh, let's go quickly! I want to hear everything too," i said as we rushed inside.

As soon as we entered the hall, my grandma and her gossip partner Disha's grandma were sitting on the middle sofa, chatting endlessly.

Shobha Shah (Sab inse darte hai.) -You know that one strong character in hindi serials it's her.

I ran to my grandma, wrapped her in a big hug...

"Dadiiii, I missed you so much! Did you like Haridwar so much that you stayed there this long?"

"Oh, my child," dadi replied in her loving voice.

I hugged Disha's grandmother as well and said playfully,

"So come on now, show me what you both brought from Haridwar."

"Show me first what you brought, Dadi!" aadi said excitedly.

Just then, our double dates arrived!

My parents touched both grandmothers' feet and took their blessings.

"How was the Haridwar trip, Maa?" mom asked as she sat down on the nearby sofa.

"Yes, you didn't face any trouble while traveling, right?" dad added.

"No, no...what trouble would she have?" Disha's grandmother joked.

"She walks faster than me! Though I can't say the same for myself... who knows when or where my breath might stop."

"Don't say that, Dadi," Disha said, hugging her tightly.

"You still have to attend Bhaiya's wedding!"

As soon as she said that, Disha's grandmother looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was telling Lata" she said teasingly, then gave my grandmother a mischievous smile.

My grandmother nodded in agreement.

"You all talk, I'll start preparing dinner," chef kiran said, getting up from the sofa.

"I'll come too," my mom said, following her.

"No, Sarita... there's not much work to do. I just need to give Kusum Ben a few instructions. She's already there. You sit and relax," Kiran Aunty said warmly.

"Oh, come on... what's the harm?" Mom smiled. "I'll get to learn a few recipes from you too. After all, i  don't get the chance to learn from such an amazing chef every day."

"Aree kya tum bhii!!!" Kiran aunty smiled.

"Aap dono kahe to hum bhi chale" my dad and kishor uncle said lovingly.

"Yeahh come naa!" kiran aunty said dramatically.

Both followed their wives in sync.

Aadi opened Dadi's bag and started searching for the things he had demanded.

"Come, Avii, let's go upstairs to my room," disha said, grabbing my hand.

While going upstairs....

"Hey Disha, your elder brother isn't around?" i asked casually.

"Busy with work as always, right?"

"Why, are you that curious about him?" she teased.

"Not at all," I replied immediately.

Disha laughed. "Sure. Well, he's been really busy these days. Sometimes it feels like he practically lives at the office."

The way she said it made him sound more like a myth than a real person.

"You know, I went shopping the day before yesterday. I bought so many things...come, I'll show you."

"Yes, let's go," I agreed.

We had just reached her room when a voice came from downstairs.

"Disha beta... come downstairs for a moment."

"Yes, Dadi, I'm coming," disha replied.

"Avani, you stay here. I'll be right back. Dadi just can't stay without me," she said as she went downstairs.

I entered Disha's room. Cool air was coming in from the balcony, so I stepped outside.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Without turning around, I said,

"Disha, I'm here on the balcony. Come here."

"Hey!!"

A man's voice replied..and I froze for a second.

Someone was standing just two steps behind me.

I turned around.

Aarav Shah (i know you were waiting for him) -Leading his family business -Future CEO ;)

---His aesthetics''🌝

Now when i tell you to read carefully- READ CAREFULLY!

He was around 6'2" or 6'3", tall enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to look at him properly. Deep brown eyes. Sharp jawline. Messy hair that somehow looked intentional.

He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, his sleeves rolled halfway up. The veins on his arms caught my attention for a second longer than they should have.

And then there was the perfume. Dear God, the perfume.

Men like this usually belonged on the covers of romance novels, not standing two steps away from me in real life.

I was mentally scanning him from head to toe when..

"Hey!" he said again, this time waving his hand.

"You okay?"

Avani, speak up.

My mind was screaming at me to say something.

I took a deep breath.

"H-hi," I said nervously.

"Are you okay?" concern clearly visible in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm good..."

"Long time no see, wassup fiancée."

His deep voice was calm, almost teasing, as he held my gaze without looking away.

For a second, time froze.

The blurry fragments of my childhood came crashing back, one after another, making it impossible to breathe.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay composed.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts. "I'm not your fiancé—"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Right..." he drawled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I almost forgot."

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine.

"My rumored fiancé."

He's five percent less hot now!!

The words hung in the air between us, stealing every ounce of confidence I had left.

And somehow...

That smug smile of his only made my heart beat faster.

As if he remembered something I didn't.

My entire twenty one years of life replayed in my mind in just two seconds....just to get the answer of....

Why the hell does he still remember any of it? Those childhood memories should've faded long ago... so why was he the only one who still held onto them?