Trapped In Love

Roshni's anger flared, but Ayan's gentle whisper in her ear soothed her temper. "Don't be angry, it doesn't suit you. You can ride that horse." With that, Ayan departed, leaving Roshni to ponder his chiseled features and charming smile. As she swooned, a realization struck her - she had forgotten to ask his name or number.

Roshni's curiosity about Ayan had reached a fever pitch, and she summoned her assistant to uncover more about the enigmatic stranger. Unbeknownst to her, the assistant was, in fact, Ayan's spy, feeding him every detail. Ayan cleverly instructed the assistant to provide Roshni with false information, weaving a web of deceit.

The assistant returned to Roshni, revealing Ayan's supposed identity: Mahir, a 32-year-old sports car enthusiast residing in room 206 at the Secret Garden Hotel. Roshni's interest was piqued, and she decided to attend the sports car competition on Tuesday, determined to meet Mahir.

As she watched the competition, Mahir emerged victorious, his skills unmatched. Roshni approached him, congratulating him on his win. Mahir's gaze narrowed, suspicious of her sudden interest. "Why are you here?" he asked gruffly.

Roshni's smile was radiant. "To see you, of course. I'm Roshni Khan, and I must say, you're quite the legend on the track." Ayan's eyes sparkled with amusement, intrigued by Roshni's boldness. "I'd love to take you to lunch, if you're free," she suggested.

As they sat down for lunch, their conversation flowed effortlessly. However, fate had other plans. Roshni's phone rang, and she excused herself to answer it. Harleen's frantic voice was on the other end, detailing a car accident involving Roshni's vehicle. Ayan, too, received a call from his friend, sharing a similar tale of a car accident.

Ayan and Roshni exchanged a knowing glance, both thinking they had remembered something vital. "I'm afraid I must leave," they said in unison, their lunch date cut short by the mysterious turn of events. As they parted ways, the air was thick with unanswered questions and unspoken connections.

Roshni strode towards Harleen, only to find Ayan standing beside her. "Mahir, what are you doing here?" Roshni asked, her voice laced with surprise. Ayan's eyes narrowed. "This is Vivan, my friend who was involved in a car accident with this girl." He turned to Roshni. "And what brings you here?"

Roshni's expression turned stern. "Harleen is my friend, and she was in an accident with your friend." Vivan snarled, "It was Harleen's fault." Harleen shot back, "No, it was Vivan's mistake." Roshni intervened, "Enough, Vivan. How much damage was done? I'm willing to compensate."

Harleen protested, "Roshni, why should you pay? It's his fault, not mine." Roshni silenced her. "Let me handle this." Ayan stepped in, "There's no need for this." But Vivan insisted, "I need to know."

As they stood by the road, a truck suddenly careened towards Roshni. Ayan's instincts kicked in, and he pulled Roshni into a tight hug, shielding her from harm. Harleen and Vivan gasped, "Why are you two hugging?" Roshni and Ayan separated, and Roshni hurried off, saying, "I have something important to attend to."

Roshni's mother had arranged a blind date for her, which Roshni reluctantly agreed to attend. Ayan discovered that Roshni's date was with Rocky, a spoiled rich kid. He decided to spy on their date at the Far Style Hotel.

As Rocky tried to persuade Roshni to drink wine, she refused, saying, "I don't drink." Rocky's face turned red with anger, and he forced the glass towards her. Roshni stood up, her voice firm. "You don't understand, I've said no. Don't try to talk to me again." She turned to leave, but Rocky hurled a glass at her. Ayan leapt into action, standing in front of Roshni as the glass shattered against his chest, leaving him bleeding.

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