Aarav POV

It was 5 pm in the evening and I had arrived at the cafe for my meeting with a client. As I pushed open the door to the bustling cafe, I scanned the room, looking for my client at the back corner table, when suddenly, a splash of water hit my face.

"What the—?" I exclaimed, blinking away the droplets. I glanced down, noticing my white shirt was now damp. Someone just splashed water onto me?!

"Sorry!" a voice called out. I turned to see a young woman, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders, looking shocked. "I didn't mean to—"

"Didn't mean to what? Soak me?" I replied, irritation creeping into my voice.

"I was just trying to avoid that jerk!" she shot back, pointing an accusatory finger at a guy sitting nearby, who was smirking and looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "You think it's okay to harass women in public? That's disgusting!"

I blinked, "Wait, you mean you threw water at me because of him?"

"Of course! He was being a creep!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "And I didn't aim at you on purpose. You just happened to be in the splash zone!"

"Great," I replied, rolling my eyes. "So I'm just collateral damage in your attempt to defend your honour?"

"Exactly!" She grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. "And you handled it like a true gentleman, didn't you? Next time, maybe just dodge?"

"Dodge?" I replied incredulously. "I'm not some martial arts expert. I was just minding my own business."

The guy she had scolded stood up, clearly angered. "What's your problem, girl? You think you can try to splash water on someone and not get away with it?"

"Who are you threatening? You're the one being a creep!" she shot back, not backing down an inch.

"Maybe you should sit down before you embarrass yourself further," I said to the guy while stepping closer to her, hoping to calm the situation.

He sneered, "And who's going to make me? You?"

I crossed my arms, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. "Actually, yeah. I'd suggest you take her advice and walk away while you still can."

She nodded in agreement, "Exactly! You think you can intimidate me? Not happening!"

The guy took a step forward, chest puffed out, but I wasn't about to let this escalate. "You really want to do this? Because trust me, it won't end well for you," I said, my voice steady.

He hesitated, sensing that this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. "Whatever, man. I don't need this," he muttered, backing off and shooting us a final glare before storming away.

The girl turned to me, a mixture of gratitude and annoyance on her face. "Thanks for that, but I had it under control."

"Sure, if you call splashing water a master plan."

She smirked, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Hey, it worked, didn't it? You're welcome for the extra splash."

"Right, because that was exactly what I needed today," I said, shaking my head.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," she shot back, grinning. "Besides, it's good for the skin. A little hydration never hurt anyone!"

Oh my god. She is mad. Totally mad. I stared at her, the grin on her face so mischievous it could've lit up the whole room. 

"Great, now I'm supposed to thank you for ruining my shirt and giving me a skincare routine?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed, "Just trying to spread some joy, you know? But I get it—no one wants a surprise shower in public."

"Believe me, I'm not interested in being part of your splash zone again," I muttered, shaking my head as I turned to locate my client. I spotted him sitting at the last corner table, a frown on his face as he glanced at the wet spots on my shirt.

Great. Just what I needed.

As I made my way toward him, I heard the girl call out behind me. "Hey! You didn't even catch my name! What if I'm famous one day, and you missed your chance?"

I paused but didn't turn around. "If you become famous, I'll be sure to stay clear of your splash zones."

I could hear her laughing behind me. "Good luck with that! I'm sure you'll regret it at some point!"

I tried to ignore her teasing as I approached my client, forcing myself to focus. "Sorry for the delay," I said, offering a firm handshake. "I had a little... incident on my way here."

As I settled into my seat for the discussion, the whole absurd situation replayed in my mind. I couldn't help but hope I wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of that messy encounter or run into that girl again. The last thing I needed was more chaos on top of my already packed schedule.

Naina POV

The Raichand mansion was as grand as my chachu had described. Even though I'd heard endless stories about it growing up, seeing it in person was something else entirely. I glanced at Tara, who was taking in the view with wide-eyed amazement, and we both shared an excited smile. Today was a big day, and we wanted to make a good impression.

"Look at this place, Naina! Isn't it amazing?" she whispered.

I grinned. "It is something, isn't it? But remember, we're here for business. Let's not get too starstruck."

"Alright, girls," chachu said, turning to us with a proud smile. "Devraj Raichand is... well, he's a character. But he has a kind heart, and he's thrilled about this wedding."

"Sounds like he's ready for the wedding already!" I replied with a chuckle.

"He is," chachu laughed. "Just follow my lead, and everything will be fine."

The grand doors opened, and we stepped inside. The inside was magnificent—filled with polished marble, chandeliers, and a grand staircase that looked like something straight out of a fairytale. Soon, an older man with a radiant smile approached us, and I immediately recognized him from chachu's stories. This had to be Devraj Raichand.

"Ah! Manish!" Devraj Raichand's voice boomed as he approached, arms outstretched. "It's about time I got to meet these famous daughters of yours!"

Chachu introduced us, and I noticed the warmth in Devraj's eyes as he looked us over. "So, you're the creative masterminds who'll make this wedding unforgettable!" he said, grinning widely.

"It's an honour to be here, Mr. Raichand," I said, offering a polite smile. "We're excited to bring your dream to life."

He waved a hand. "Please, call me Dadaji! Everyone does. And don't worry about my dream—you're the experts! I just want this place filled with laughter and love."

I couldn't help but smile. Tara, standing beside me, looked equally charmed.

"Now," Dadaji continued, giving us a wink, "I hear you're both very talented, but do you know what you're getting into? This family is... well, let's just say we're lively!"

Tara chuckled. "We're used to lively, Mr. Raich... I mean Dadaji. We can handle it!"

Just as we began discussing, the door opened, and Riya walked in, hand-in-hand with a guy who might be Aditya. Seeing her familiar face, Tara's expression lit up as she waved.

"Naina! Tara!" Riya greeted us, pulling us both into a warm hug. "I'm so happy you're here! We're going to have the best time planning this wedding."

"Thank you, Riya!" I replied, genuinely touched by her warmth. "We're excited to make this wedding everything you've dreamed of."

"Oh, I know you will!" she said, her eyes shining. 

Aditya, who'd been quietly observing us, stepped forward. With a gentlemanly nod, he extended his hand.

"I'm Aditya. You must be Naina and Tara," he said, a warm smile on his face. "Riya's been telling me about her amazing friends who run the best wedding planning team. I can't wait to see your ideas."

I shook his hand. "Thank you, Aditya. Riya is our close friend, and we're excited to bring her dreams to life for this wedding."

As we settled into the conversation, Dadaji leaned back in his chair and started talking about his grandsons. "You know, my first grandson, Aarav, is quite the serious and organized one. Always had his nose buried in books, studying hard. When he was a kid, I used to think he'd grow up to be a prime minister or something. He always had this intense focus—never saw the point in having too much fun." He chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. "I remember one time, I took him to a carnival, and instead of riding the Ferris wheel, he spent the entire day analyzing the efficiency of the ticket booth."

Tara and I exchanged amused glances. "Sounds like a real party," I joked.

"Oh, but my younger grandson, Arjun, he is the opposite. A whirlwind of energy! He never met a rule he didn't want to break. Just the other day, he tried to convince me that a wedding needs a trampoline. Can you imagine?"

At that moment, as if on cue, the door swung open dramatically. "Are my ears burning? Who's talking about me already?" A tall, cheerful guy walked into the room, his t-shirt crumpled, hair slightly dishevelled like he'd just rolled out of bed. He strolled in like he owned the place—which, in a way, he did.

"Arjun!" Riya said, rolling her eyes. "yeh bachpana kab chodoge??"

He gasped dramatically, holding a hand over his heart. "Bhabhi, do you see this mansion? We've got staff for the grown-up stuff. Leave the fun to me." Then, turning his attention to us, he grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. "Who are these lovely ladies?"

I stifled a laugh. "I'm Naina, and this is Tara. And yes, we're the ones brave enough to plan your family's wedding."

"Brave, I like that," he said, flashing a grin. "See, Dadaji, these are the kind of people we need around here. Someone has to counterbalance all the seriousness in this house."

Aditya sighed, "Before you start, remember this is my wedding, not some theme park event."

Arjun made a face. "Oh, come on, Adi! I can see it now: fireworks, maybe a live band or even better, a zoo. We could have peacocks at the entrance. It'll be legendary!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Peacocks, huh? That would certainly be a first. But are you sure the guests would appreciate it?"

"Appreciate it? Naina, everyone loves peacocks! Besides," he said with a wink, "at least they're not as quiet as our Aarav Bhai."

At the mention of Aarav, Aditya groaned. "True, but he'd probably have a heart attack if he saw peacocks wandering through the mansion."

Dadaji chuckled. "Aarav is our serious one, you know. Just don't expect him to find your peacock idea amusing."

Arjun laughed. "That's because he doesn't know the art of fun! But just wait, Naina. If Bhai even glances your way and manages a smile, it'll be a miracle."

"The way you all talk about him, you'd think he's a statue," Tara replied.

Aditya nodded, "To be fair, he's practically married to his work. He's probably sitting in his office right now, reading quarterly reports and scowling at his laptop."

Arjun threw up his hands. "One day, Aarav Bhai is going to loosen up and actually enjoy himself. And when that happens, it'll be even bigger news than this wedding."

I couldn't help but laugh along with them. The dynamic between the brothers was refreshing, and I was curious about this Aarav they kept describing. Though, I had to admit, between Arjun's wild ideas and Aditya's calm balance, planning this wedding was already turning into an adventure.

Arjun turned back to us, his eyes twinkling. "So, Naina, what are we thinking? Peacocks, fireworks, a rotating stage, maybe?"

I smiled, trying to play along. "How about we start with one thing at a time?"

"Ah, cautious. I get it." He replied. "But I know you'll come around to my way of thinking eventually."

Before I could respond, Dadaji called out, "Aarav! Finally, you're here."

I turned to see a tall figure stepping into the room. Aarav entered with the kind of quiet authority that could silence any boardroom. His confident steps faltered, as his gaze met mine, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. I felt my own shock mirrored back, he was the guy from the cafe!

"You," he said, a mixture of surprise and slight annoyance in his voice.

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And they met—again!?

Fate clearly wasn’t done with these two just yet. So, what do you think?
Are they happy to see each other? Or is this just the start of more chaos? 

Let me know—whose side are you on so far, Team Aarav or Team Naina?