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Vansh's Farmhouse :: Bangalore
a/n :: fictional medical scene ahead.
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Two weeks later,
It was a known fact that Vansh's taste was not only that of comfort but also of aesthetic opulence. Everything he had touched and designed became an exquisite sight for the world.
And, while he took pride in each of his masterpieces there was one in his collection that everyone shunned. But he loved it. The brainchild of his dearest friend, Mayura, the famous VR logo. Simple and elegant, exuding an air of mystery; just the way Vansh desired.
Passing through the gates and into the front lawn, Mayura was hit by a feeling of home at the sight of the building.
Fresh vines dangled down the building with flowers attached at their ends. The grass was wet with a sweet scent; the mud soft, drawing her in. The backyard was no lesser than a jungle with its thick greenery that was well maintained.
A refreshing scent of Jasmine lingered in the air, pinning Mayura's body in place. Her hands gripped her bag strap tightly, mind fogged by the delectable scent. Seeing her frozen in place was a worry for the staff yet none bothered to disturb her. They crept around her quietly, making sure to not break her reverie.
The winds rustled through her thick and long locks, carrying the familiar scent of Vanilla with it. And Mayura knew of only one person with such a light scent.
"Rai!" She beamed, finding him under the shade nearby. Vansh smiled at her, his arms open in welcome. Mayura ran to him, her arms wrapped around his torso tightly and face pressed against his chest.
Overcome with longing and loneliness, she tightened her grip on him and buried her face deeper into his chest. Vansh wrapped his arms around her shoulders, suspicious of her tightening grip. He cupped her face tenderly and, looking at her in the eye, asked, "What is bothering you, my darling?"
"Nothing," she smiled, loosening her grip on him. "I just missed you."
'I am in a place where I'm unwanted, Rai. It is a sin to expect me to be happy.' She thought with a smile, concealing her disturbed feelings from him. "Waise, tum yahan kaise?"
Freeing herself from his hold, they held hands. Vansh's large and rough palm blanketed her small and calloused palm. "Teen din baad meri ek meeting hai, uske liye aana tha. Phir socha thoda pehle aa-jata hoon taaki tumse mil loon."
Stopping in his tracks, he held her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You must've been lonely without me, right, darling!"
As Mayura snuggled in his embrace and he rested his chin on her head, a glint caught his eye.
