Before you step into this story… just know—
this isn’t perfect. Neither are the characters. And honestly, neither am I.
I’m still learning, still figuring things out… but this story? It means a lot to me.
Every scene, every emotion—it’s written with a piece of my heart.
So as you read, don’t just scroll through… feel it.
And if something stays with you, even for a moment—that’s enough for me.
Welcome to my little world. 🤍”

(Author pov)

Somewhere in Mumbai, the city of dreams…
where buildings rise higher than ambition itself,
in a small 2BHK rented apartment… chaos was peacefully asleep.

“TRINGGGG TRINGGGG!!!”

The alarm screamed for the fifth time that morning.
The girl on the bed?
Still unconscious. Emotionally. Spiritually. Physically.
The door burst open with a loud thud.

“Uthh jaa Disha! Tere alawa poori duniya uth gayi hai iss alarm se!”

(Wake up, Disha! The whole world has woken up except you because of this alarm!)

Pawni Tiwari, roommate, best friend, and self-appointed life manager, shook the human log on the bed.

"Disha?"said pawni

No response.
So fate intervened.

THUD.

“AAAAAA! Mummy! Bhukamp aa gaya! Bachao! Bachao!”

(Mom! There’s an earthquake! Save me!)

Pawni rolled her eyes.

“Koi bhukamp nahi aaya hai. Ab uthh jaa, Kumbhakaran ki teesri aulaad.”

(There’s no earthquake. Now get up, third child of Kumbhakarna.)

Disha narrowed her eyes and untangled herself from the blanket like a defeated burrito.

“Pawni yaar… pyaar se bhi utha sakti thi na…”

(You could’ve woken me up nicely too…)
Her eyes drifted to the clock.

9:00 AM.

Her soul left her body.

“Aaj toh main gayi Bhagwan ji! Aaj mujhe koi nahi bacha sakta mere boss se!
(I’m dead today, God! No one can save me from my boss!)

She rushed into the bathroom like her life depended on it.
A few minutes later, she came out wearing jeans, a tank top, and a light pink shirt—

half-ready, half-chaos.
Grabbing her bag, she rushed out.

“Breakfast kar le!” Pawni called from the couch, typing on her laptop.

“Late ho rahi hoon! Office mein kha lungi!”

(I’m getting late! I’ll eat at the office!)

By the time she reached the office, she was already out of breath.
Seventh floor. Lift. Run. Door opened.
Every single head turned toward her.

Disha pov

Great. Audience.

“Morning, Mr. Sharma… meri scooty kharab ho gayi thi toh late ho gaya…”i said while still catching my breath

(My scooty broke down, that’s why I got late…)

Mr. Sharma looked at me… trying very hard not to laugh.

“Woh sab theek hai, Ms. Disha… lekin yeh kya? Koi naya fashion aaya hai market mein?”said Mr Sharma

(That’s fine… but what is this? New fashion trend?)

I frowned.
Checked my clothes. Fine.
Face? Fine.
Hair?
…
Helmet. I was still wearing my helmet.
My cheeks flushed instantly as i yanked it off.
Soft laughter echoed across the room.
*In my mind bas yahi din dekhne ko baaki reh gya tha*

“Woh—”i utter out

“Arey koi baat nahi,” Mr. Sharma interrupted.
(It’s okay)

“Aao baitho. I have work for you.”

I quickly took my seat calming my racing heart down both from running and embarrassment

I came out from my lala world as Mr Sharma started speaking

“New client,” Mr. Sharma began.

“An American businessman. His girlfriend is Indian. They want us to plan their wedding.”

I straightened instantly as Mr Sharma eyes pierce through mine

“Disha,” he continued, “you’ll assist Mr. McAlister. Pick him up from the airport. He lands at 2 PM.”

I nodded eagerly.

“Okay, sir! I won’t disappoint you.”i said enthusiasticly as they trust me enough with anything cause I am but clumsy and a new joined employee,but hey I have graduated from top collage mr Sharma voice came to my ears

“I know you won’t,” he smiled.

“And remember—he loves Indian culture. Make it memorable.”

“Noted, sir.”i said already planning in my mind

AUTHOR POV

1:50 PM.

Disha stood at the airport, checking her watch for the hundredth time.

In her hands—a jasmine and rose garland.
Beside her—a sign with Mr. McAlister written in bold.

20 minutes passed.
No sign of him.
Then—

She spotted him.
A man Tall. Around 6’3.
Dark brown hair. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled.
A watch that probably cost more than her rent.
Sharp eyes scanning everything like he owned the place,That has to be him.
Without a second thought, she rushed forward—
—and threw the garland around his neck.with a big smile on her face
He flinched slightly.
She beamed like sunshine.

“Namaste! Mr. McAlister, welcome to India! I’m Disha, and I’ll be assisting you during your stay.”said disha while joining hands and bowing a little

He opened his mouth to speak—
“come in let's go!” she cut him off.
“ It’s really hot here right?. I know India can be too much for foreigners specially Mumbai, but don’t worry—we’ve booked a very nice hotel with a rooftop pool!”
She grabbed his hand and started dragging him.

He didn’t move for a second.
Then… he followed.

Inside the car—
Disha sighed dramatically, fanning her face.
“Uff! It’s so hot…”She turned—

He was already staring at her.
Intensely.

She blinked then smiled like she is meeting a friend.
“Oh—you’re feeling hot too?”
She started fanning him.

He caught her wrist.

Her breath hitched.His hand was… huge.
Warm.
Steady.

A strange shiver ran down her spine.
“Oh—sorry!” she quickly turned away.

“Bhaiya, AC badha dijiye!”said to driver
(Please increase the temperature of AC!)
A moment of silence.
Then—

“You seriously picked that theme?” she bluntend out too casually.

“Too basic.”said disha

“Basic?” he repeated.

“It’s boring.”disha turned her face to the man sitting beside her

He turned toward her now.

“You always this brutally honest with clients?”

“Only the ones with bad taste.”said disha with duh face
A pause.

Then—

He laughed.Not offended.Actually amused.

…interesting.

Her phone rang. she excused her self

(Mr. Sharma).

“Hello, sir?”said disha

“Disha, no need to wait. Mr. McAlister’s flight is delayed. He’ll arrive next week.”

Her heart dropped.

“WHAT?!”it came out louder than expected

“Don’t tell me you messed up…”siad Mr Sharma

“N-no sir! I was just waiting…”i replied

“Good. You can go home.”
Call ended.

Slowly…
very slowly…
she turned her head toward the man sitting beside her.
A nervous smile crept onto her face.
“Y…you?”.

“So… how was it?
Did you like it or not? Tell me honestly 🫶
I’m open to all suggestions.
Lots of love 🤍”