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Songs for the chapter : Come out and play by Billie eilish. She by Jake Scott. Soch by Hardy Sandhu. Dusk till dawn by Zayn & Sia (this song is my heart.)
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A gentle breeze blew against white translucent curtains, then sun spilling its light through glass windows. A person so much shorter than him, was standing in the warm golden light filtering through the curtains, Her hair brown, curtained the vision; her hands, soft and warm, ran down the skin. She is so beautiful.
Then he felt a large hand on his shoulder shaking him awake, "hey Grandson, look who's here?"
"You’re so pretty," Sidharth couldn’t resist saying, ignoring the other person.
Shehnaaz had brown hair and she had beautiful brown eyes to match. She reminded Sidharth of the scent of cherry blossoms and vanilla sugar. A sweet distraction for a lifetime of loneliness.
Even though Sidharth couldn’t clearly see it, her cheeks burned red and she didn’t say a word as the other person said, "Well I would have preferred Ruggedly handsome, but... Thank you?"
Sidharth frowns as he heard the familiar voice, he turned around and saw a blurry face of his grandfather, "Hi, what are you doing here so early in the morning? Did the newspaper guy dropped you off or something?" Sidharth mumbled.
"Are you high son? It's two in the afternoon."
"Oh..."he blinked at his grandpa, then suddenly like a light bulb switched on, he sat up on bed wide eyed, sleep leaving in a quick flick.
"Hi" his voice squeaked, he clears his throat, "wow.. Um.. You guys are here!!?.... right so.. Um.. What are you guys doing here?" he asks when he saw his grandmother too behind her granddad.
"You didn't thought of informing anyone before you took off, not even your mother, she called us, told us that bike wasn't in the garage and we had a suspicion you might have come here" Her grandpa said as he moves at stood beside his wife and looked at Shehnaaz fondly, who was looking down fiddling with the cloths in her hand.
"Come on Sidharth bache, fresh hokar niche ajja" His grandma patted his hair and went out of the room, with his grandpa in tow.
He sighed and rubbed the sleep of his face, and looked at Shehnaaz who placed the cloths, probably of Arjun's on the chair for him to change into and she didn't even looked at him once.
Suddenly all the things that happened yesterday when he came here, and all the things he told her came in his mind, and he felt a sudden dread in his stomach at her behavior.
