As he walked through the wooden gate into the garden, he was confronted with a blast of bright yellows, scarlets, fuschias, violets, indigos, and so much more. A curtain of vibrant kites hung from a frame, laced with yellow and tangerine marigolds as the trees were decked with fairy lights. White netted cots with brightly painted wooden frames were sparsely placed across the lawn with vivid linen pillows on them.
Bubbles of laughter and conversation filled the air with vivacity as guests began to gather. But amidst all this, if there was one thing that caught his attention, it was a faint tinkling of some sort that seemed to call him as he looked around to find its source until his eyes took in her form as she paced down the stairs. A slight frown rested upon her plump lips as she tried to put on her jhumka. Her hair cascaded down in waves, and she looked like an angel in her shimmery pink kurti and the ivory palazzo. Almost peeking through the netted dupatta were the very tinkling bangles that captured his attention in the first place as a smile painted on his lips, and his heart began to race with every glance of her.
Haye, she's so beautiful! Bilkul nahi badli!
And before he knew it, his feet had begun to carry him towards her only to be stopped by . . .
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Diagnosis? Love.
RomanceFour friends. Tangled relationships. Strong friendships. One heartbroken. One crushed. Two confused. The one diagnosis that connects them all? Love. Join this beautiful (At least I think so 😁😅) journey of Aaradhya, Armaan, Nidhi and Shaurya...