Ranveer was in his room, getting ready to go out with his friends when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and found the ladies of his family, his mother, sister and aunt, all ready to go out with him for his arranged marriage procedure.

They all were so excited for this when a loud and strong voice called them from the downstairs, "Ranveer, how much time will you take to go"

Ranveer was stunned when he realised that this man, his father, Vikrant Oberoi was also going with them, and he hurt him the most that his mother Mamata, didn't inform him about it.

Ranveer got angry at his mother, "Are you insane? Poora khandaan jayega kya?", he was so shocked at the same time over this.

Ranveer's mother hit him, "your father is going to office, not to meet the girl" at which he rolled his eyes, "Who girl?"with a frown as he was to supposed to have his own plan with his friends.

"Rhea! The girl to whom you have promised to meet," Ranveer's aunt replied back in confusion and he snapped his head to meet the girl, "Accha phasa!"

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"You're looking gorgeous Suhaani," Rhea assisted Suhani to get ready and truly complimented.

Suhani gazed her sharply, "I am scared" pouting her lips but the not-so-worried Rhea questioned obliviously, "Why so?," and pinned up Suhani's heavy dupatta.

"What if he agreed to marry you, I mean me?," Suhani was highly nervous, as in this situation has so many consequences as well.

Rhea rolled her eyes, "We'll see that later, aur jyada se jyada kya. Hum reject kar denge use," and casually said at which Suhani looked at her, "You are so mean" and with this she headed to leave for the cafe where she was supposed to meet Ranveer but Rhea called her, "Main bhi chalti hoon," being curious to witness the whole drama.

"No.," Suhani snapped Rhea's back of head and ordered, "Don't you dare come. I will confess everything and then we will see what happen next," being confident.

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Ranveer somehow persuade his friends to go out, next time when he again heard a knock on the door. He mumbled, "They all have got such a hot topic"

He opened the door and holding Samaira's eat he dragged her inside the room, "I am so sure, this was your idea," and lightly snapped her back of head.

"Bhai this is torture," she pouted when he mocked her, "and is it not, which you have done to me" and gave fake anger look to her.

She chuckled, "I know, you are going to love your girl the most. Ye to bas bahane maarte rehte ho, mujhe shadi nahi karna and all"

"Oh tedi naak wali ladki, main aaj jake confess karne wala hoon ke mujhe tune phasaya hai and I have no interest in marriage," Ranveer confessed what he has decided.

She took a deep sigh, "Aur uske baad?"

"We will see what happen next," Ranveer bit his lip and prayed for the best.

"Chalo, I too wanna go," she winked looking at her brother who hold her chin, "Not at all"

Samaira and Rhea were highly confused that why were they going to confess the truth. But it is because who they were, honest, trustworthy and respectful, especially when it comes to relationship. They dont like and afford to lie or hide something, what may ever the consequences, just for the sake the respect the other person deserves.

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Suhani was sitting on the cafe's table, when Ranveer entered. She was looking into her phone, as Rhea has already forwarded her the photograph of the guy, to whom she was going to get meet.

Samaira too has forwarded, but Ranveer wasn't interested to look at her photograph for once, where the blunder destined to be continued.

He looked at the beautiful girl was sitting on the table no. 7 of the cafe. He comfortably extended his hand towards her, "Ranveer," but Suhani looked at him and didn't extended her hand. She smiled, "Hello, I am Su--" but before that she realised that now she has to address herself as Rhea.

She tried but then thought, "Let it be Suhani."

He asked formally, "Are you comfortable?" at which she nodded affirmatively.

"What would you like to have?," the waiter asked when they replied in unison, "Coffee," and then a strange smile creep on their lips.