Fantasy మృణాల్ ఠాకూర్ తమ్ముడు - Mrunal Thakur thammudu

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Update 2:
I, Hari, sat down right next to Neha on the plush sofa, trying my best to look casual even though my heart was doing somersaults. She looked even more stunning up close. Neha Sharma — 30 years old, total firebrand, and one of the biggest Telugu influencers in Hyderabad with over 200k followers. She turned her head towards me, those beautiful eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Neha: (smiling warmly, pulling one earphone out) "Hari! Heyy... didn't expect to see you today. Come to drop something from aunty?"

Hari: "Yeah... Mom made her special curry. I brought it over. How are you, Neha? You look... wow, as always."

Neha: (laughs softly, leaning back a little) "Flatterer. I'm good, just taking a break from shooting. These past few days have been crazy. My parents are at it again, yaar. Non-stop marriage talks. 'Neha, you're 30 now, when will you settle down?' 'All your cousins are married, look at them!' Like, seriously? I have 200k followers, brand deals coming in every week, and they're still treating me like I'm some 22-year-old who needs to get married tomorrow."

She sighed dramatically, then reached forward and placed her white coffee cup on the table beside her. And oh man... let me tell you, readers — the moment that cup moved away, the view became absolutely dangerous. Her loose white shirt had slipped even further off one shoulder, and that black bralette underneath was doing its best (and failing beautifully) to contain everything. The soft lighting from the window hit her cleavage perfectly, giving such a teasing, mouth-watering view that I had to force myself to look at her face instead of... well, you know.

Hari: (trying not to stare) "I get it. My parents are the same. Always saying 'beta, focus on studies and future,' but the second I get good marks they start the marriage pressure too. But you? You're killing it! 200k followers is huge, especially for a Telugu girl in Hyderabad. What new promotions are you doing?"

Neha: (brightens up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear) "Thank you! Yeah, it's actually going really well. Just signed a big deal with a skincare brand — you know, the ones with those 'glow like Neha' reels? And another one for ethnic wear. But the pressure from home is next level. Mom keeps sending me biodatas of random NRI guys. Dad is even worse — he says 'influencing is fine, but who will marry an influencer?' Like bro, I'm earning more than most engineers in the family!"

She laughed, a rich, infectious sound, and shifted slightly on the sofa. That movement made her shirt slip just a tiny bit more. Fourth-wall break time, guys — I swear I forgot how to breathe for a second. Neha in real life was way more dangerous than her Instagram photos.

Hari: (grinning) "They're just worried because you're so successful. But honestly, Neha, you're living the dream. Traveling, creating content, getting paid for looking beautiful... I mean, who wouldn't be jealous?"

Neha: (raises an eyebrow playfully, tilting her head) "Oh? So you think I'm beautiful, Hari?"

She gave me that signature mischievous smile, the one that probably gets her thousands of likes per post, and took another sip from her coffee before setting it aside again. The view...