LOVE BY CHANCE

Ch1: Meet Pallavi & Raghav

(This story is a fictional.Names, characters ,incidents ,events are author's imagination and used for entertainment purposes only. Follow my insta account I'd: rishfictionalworld to get spoilers related to this book.)

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Pallavi's POV,

Media : Taj Mahal ,yaha log pyaar ki dastane sunane ke liye ate hai or yahi aj Delhi aye hai Bollywood ke superstar Varun Dhawan apne pyaar ko apna bnane ke liye.

Varun Dhawan : Ms Pallavi Verma kya ap mere?

"hnn mein apke" I replied within a second.

Varun Dhawan: mere..ap mere?

"Please say it..??" I replied

Varun Dhawan: ap mere or meri biwi Natasha ke photo khich denge? Taj Mahal dikhna chahiye okay👍

"Ye sunne se pehle meri kaan kharab kiun nhi ho gyi🥺"

Varun Dhawan: Jago..jagoo...Jago pallu jagooooooooooooooooo...

I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see.. Sanjana..my twin sister standing next to me, a scary look on her face.

"Pallu, Jago (wake up)! You were dreaming," she said, shaking me thrice.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, still trying to shake off the remnants of my dream.

"Oh, right. thank god ye dream tha marte marte bach gyi( Thank God, it was just a dream, I survived while dying.)," I said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Come on, Pallu!It's already 10 am! Breakfast nhi Krna kya tujhe ( You don't want to do breakfast)? Uth na.(Com'on wake up) ,"Sanjana exclaimed, her voice filled with exasperation.

I grumbled in response, unwilling to leave the comfort of my bed. I grabbed my pillow and pressed it against my ears, hoping to drown out Sanjana's pleas.

Our mother, hearing the commotion, entered the room and scolded me for sleeping late yet again.

Mom: Hn meri pyaari beti soti reh..ek kaam krti hu khana yaha bed pe laakei deti hu..kiun?

I replied shamelessly " hn please". (Yes please)

I woke up just in time as my mom was about to hit me with a slipper. I finally relented and dragged myself out of bed, trudging towards the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Sanjana, who had already gotten ready for college, made her way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

I, still half-asleep, stumbled into the kitchen, towel in hand, and began dancing to the tune of

"Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye"..and accidentally broke one of the mom's favourite glass.

My mother walked in, a mix of amusement and annoyance on her face.

Mom : Bas Tod diya? woh glass bhi uthao or tod do. Ye tu filmein dekhna bandh nhi ki na toh TV ke cable nikal dungi phir dekhti rehna..bas ye semester Jane de bhejti hu tujhe sasural.

Undeterred, I retorted, "But, Maa, mein shaadi krungi toh sirf Bollywood ke hero se ! Otherwise, I'll say 'tata bye bye' to the dulha !"

My father rolled his eyes, knowing that my dreams of a Bollywood romance were far-fetched. But deep down, he couldn't help but smile at my infectious enthusiasm.

Sanjana saw me and asked, "Ye kya pehna hai tune?" And why are you wearing glasses?"

I replied, "filmon mein heroines asehi kapde pehnte hai jab bhi college jtei hai, and glasses make me look cool."