Ava's POV: "Sulk all you want, but you are not coming to the wedding. No," I said firmly, stuffing my bag with clothes for my trip to Delhi in just a few hours. Rocher, my moody dog, stared at me with those big, accusatory eyes. She wasn't going to make this easy. "Rocher, I can't look after you in the middle of a busy wedding," I sighed, pulling her leash and bowl out of the bag where she had sneakily placed them. "You'll regret coming, trust me," I explained, but she huffed dramatically and trotted out of the room. "Come on, girl. You love Abhi, right? Stay here with him; he'll spoil you rotten," I coaxed, following her, still trying to win her over. The doorbell interrupted my pleading. "Hey, Arun! Aww, I missed yo—" I started, opening my arms for a hug. He brushed right past me, his face full of mock determination. "I'm not here for fake love. I came to rescue Rocher from your artificial affection. Where is she?" he demanded, scanning the apartment. "What do you think you're
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