[ can be read as a general fiction ]
Devdutt Padikkal. The star Indian batsman. Avantika Arora. The skilful Baker chef.
Two people. Two different lives.
While one is surrounded by people the other has made peace with being alone.
While one has a...
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Teri aada aada pe marta main vafaavafaa si karta hadon se hu guzarta mai zaara zaraaa
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An anxious blanket of silence had descended inside the car as Avantika sat in the passenger seat, looking outside and Dev did his best to keep his mind on the road ahead, not letting it wander away to the beauty sitting beside him.
“So...”, Avantika had enough of the silence. She had been waiting for Dev to speak up but with his furrowed eyebrows and a seemingly concentrated look, she took the matters in her own hands.
“Did you come to the cafe looking for me?”. Avantika loosened her seatbelt just enough to turn towards Dev, partly to listen to him, mostly to stare that the hotness.
Well you can't blame her for that.
Devdutt Padikkal, handsomely dressed in red and black, sitting in the seat next to you with his one hand gripping the steering wheel, popping all those veins on his well toned arms.
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Who won't drool at the sight!? Rightly enough, Avantika was mesmerized.
“Umm I had no idea you work in that cafe”, Avantika hated to move her eyes away from those arms but his eyes were equally enchanting. “I just went to give Ishan and Shubh a treat”, Dev shrugged.
