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Third person pov

Savi and Kabir drive home after attending a family function, the evening filled with chatter about Virat and Anushka’s rumored relationship. Savi’s mind races.

Savi turns to Kabir, who focuses on the road. “So tell me, is this all your idea? Don’t lie.”

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted the media to see Virat with Anushka in Mumbai airport and click then together. It would be news for a few days and help people forget that pub scandal. You wanted to cleanse his image, right.?” Kabir replies, his eyes fixed ahead.

“But not this way! I wanted him to do charity or help the poor—something meaningful, not this dating thing.” Savi bursts out, frustration evident in her tone.

“What I know is that this idea could backfire.” Kabir explains calmly, aware of how to handle his frustrated wife.

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Kabir.?” Savi asks, glancing at him. “What if it gets out of hand? Anushka is like family to us.”

Kabir sighs and nods slightly. “I get your concerns. They’ll manage.”

Savi frowns, her worries deepening. “It’s not just about managing. This could affect her reputation. The media can be ruthless. What if they take this seriously.?”

Biting her lip, Savi thinks it over. “But what if feelings get involved? What if Anushka starts to like him for real? This isn’t just a game.”

“People change, Savi. Maybe this is exactly what they need.” Kabir says, glancing at her with understanding. “Just trust them to figure it out. Anushka is strong and capable.”

“I know she is.” Savi admits, her voice softening. “But as her well-wisher, I can’t help but worry. She deserves someone who will genuinely appreciate her, but Virat…” She closes her eyes. “He’s still stuck on that one girl who left him on the hospital bed. I don’t want Anushka to get hurt because of my son.”

“What if they are dating for real? You might be overthinking.” Kabir says, pulling the car to a stop at the mansion gate. “You wanted Virat to change and get married soon. What if she is the one?” He drives the car inside.

“Hmm…” Savi hums as they pull into the driveway, looking out the window, lost in thought. “I just hope this doesn’t end up hurting her in the long run.”
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In London, as evening approaches, Virat, Anushka, and Jeevan decide to head out for dinner before Jeevan leaves for India that night as his flight scheduled at 11pm .

They arrive at a chic restaurant known for its exquisite cuisine and stunning views. The atmosphere buzzes with energy, unaware that the paparazzi are already on the lookout for high-profile sightings.

“Don’t be nervous; just keep a smile on your face.” Jeevan advises Anushka, who appears anxious. She nods, determined to compose herself.

As they step out of the car, flashes erupt around them. Anushka instinctively clutches Virat’s arm, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through her. “Looks like we’re in for a show tonight.” she whispers, trying to maintain her composure.

Jeevan, ever the strategist, smiles. “Just keep walking and act natural. Remember, you both are a couple, let’s start this tonight.”

Virat nods, offering Anushka a reassuring smile. “Just follow my lead.” They navigate through the crowd, the sound of cameras clicking creating an almost surreal ambiance.

Once seated, the buzz from outside fades slightly. Anushka takes a deep breath, letting the elegant atmosphere wash over her. “I can’t believe how crazy it is out there.” she remarks, glancing at Virat. “This must be what it feels like to be in a whirlwind.”

Virat chuckles. “You’ll get used to it. Just think of it as part of the act.”

As they peruse the menu, Jeevan’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Speaking of acts, Anushka, remember your 18th birthday party.?”

Anushka’s expression softens with nostalgia. “How could I forget? It was so over-the-top! I wanted everything to be perfect.”

“And your stepmother created a scene that day. You were so nervous!” Jeevan recalls.

Memories flood back to Anushka, dark shadows creeping in, but she quickly recovers without anyone noticing. “That was both the best and worst day of my life.” she says. Jeevan turns to call the waiter, and Anushka discreetly wipes away a tear, thinking no one sees. But Virat notices, choosing not to comment. Anushka smiles, returning to her normal demeanour.

The waiter arrives to take their orders. Anushka chooses a spicy dish, while Virat opts for something more classic. Jeevan, ever the foodie, decides to share a bit of both.

Just then, Anushka spots a few fans waving from outside, their phones raised to capture the moment. “Look!” she points, excitement bubbling inside her.

Virat glances over, smiling at the fans. “They seem thrilled to see us.”

“Or maybe just you.” Anushka teases, nudging him playfully.

After their meals arrive, they continue sharing stories, laughter punctuating the air around them. Anushka feels a growing sense of ease with Virat, forgetting her earlier sadness. The evening is transforming from a façade into a genuine connection.

As they finish dinner, Anushka glances out the window, watching the lights reflecting on the river. “You know, this feels like a dream. I never imagined I’d be here, in this moment.”

Jeevan raises his glass. “To unexpected adventures!”

After dinner, Jeevan prepares to leave for India, instructing Virat and Anushka, “Okay, my cupcakes, I have to go now,  two days later. You both reach Mumbai via Dubai. Be careful and alert at the airport. Before I leave, let me take a picture of both of you.” He snaps a photo of Virat and Anushka with her phone, then departs for the airport in one car while Virat and Anushka head to the apartment in another.

“Goodnight, then?” he asks lightly as they reach the apartment.

“Yeah, goodnight! Thanks for tonight. It was fun,” Anushka replies, her smile lingering as she turns to enter her room.
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The next morning, in a moment of playful spontaneity, Virat knocks on Anushka’s door, but just as he does, it swings open, revealing her in a sports bra and shorts, her hair cascading down her shoulders. For a split second, Virat is taken aback, mesmerized by the sight.

“Whoa—sorry!” he stammers, his cheeks flushing as he quickly averts his gaze. He closes the door almost instinctively, his heart racing from the unexpected encounter.

Inside her room, Anushka stands there, surprised and amused. “What just happened?” she chuckles to herself, shaking her head.

Virat can’t shake the image from his mind—Anushka’s sun-kissed skin, her hair falling effortlessly over her shoulders, framing her face. He recalls her toned midriff, a testament to her dedication, and the smooth curve of her legs, perfectly groomed and alluring. Her confident stance and playful spark draw him in, making it hard to remember this is all just part of their act.

He thinks about how easy It is to slip into friendship with her. As he lies down, he can’t shake the feeling that this “fake” arrangement is becoming more complicated than he had anticipated.

In her room, Anushka replays the moment in her mind, a smile creeping onto her face. “What just happened?” she wonders, excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

Little do they know, their lives are about to intertwine in ways they never imagined, blurring the lines between what is real and what is just an act.

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