Racheal and Hafeez

Amidst the warm glow of lanterns and the gentle strumming of a guitar, Racheal sits on the grass, her traditional Indian attire flowing like a river of colors. Her fingers dance over the strings, but her mind is clearly elsewhere, caught in the whirlwind of her relationship with Hafeez. He stands at a distance, his expression a blend of defiance and unspoken longing. ‘I hate you,’ Racheal declares, her voice sharp like the crack of a whip. But before the words can settle, Hafeez steps closer, his voice softening as he murmurs, ‘I love you, bae.’ The group around them erupts into a chorus of playful groans and knowing smiles. Vivi, ever the commentator, shakes her head with a smirk, ‘You two will never learn.’ Just as the tension threatens to boil over, Racheal’s phone rings. It’s Hafeez, calling to say it all over again: ‘I love you, bae.’ The cycle continues, a chaotic dance of love and loathing that somehow keeps them bound together, leaving everyone both entertained and slightly exhausted by their relentless drama.