Anaya Singh, neither model like body nor a fat one just enough muscle not your any cliche girl either loved or hated, her life is just complicated, one of the best in her field of work of solving problems and improving the already solved matters by...
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Life has treated me fairly or more to say very fairly so far, nothing something tragic enough has happened till date to make me suffer to a very touchy line. So yeah! It was all fine. It's not like it will all have to be sweet and sunny everytime.
There have been moments to make her realize the meaning life holds, she deems it all to be fair on its part.
The blame game she played, of loosing her dadaji on the being which holds almighty power was what she would neither justify nor feels the need to is on a different tangent anyways. But she hopes for her dadaji to feel the same.
Realising the good things and being vocal about it even to yourself tend to jinx them, one of the little superstitious belief she holds on to.
And this belief has its own place as it has always been proven right to some extent for her to feel the obvious but she hopes for things to not get jinxed this time cause this time some very emotional cards are at stake.
She shuddered at just the thought of things going southwards and the man standing beside her in a eerily close proximity for the liking of Sahil Mehta, tend to notice it.
"Anaya." He trying not to pry more than her comfort, tried to confirm unspoken things from just her name noticing the unfazed daze which she has been exploring for a decent period of time. Not that she speaks much like him but the eyes which held volumes were screaming things he couldn't figure out.
She blinked and cleared her throat and tried adjusting her already precised plates of her sparkly silvery saree and pretended to attend to the end of the clothing resting on her shoulder over the sleeve less blouse revealing her smooth skin yet covered with the slightly see through material and gliding her forefinger beneath the edge of her naturally straight hair.
He decided not to pry much or to overstep the already blurring boundaries.
When sober enough she lifted her gaze up to the man beside her cladded in an off white suit, his broad shoulders and muscly biceps very much highlighted for all the female species around.
