''Zidd ho tum is dil ki
khawaish ho in nighao ki
kese batau ki koi raasta nahi
maanzil ho tum meri chahat ki ''
AASHIVIK SINGH RATHORE
A name that screams power, dominance, and cruelty. A white-collar businessman in the day and a drug mafia l...
Sipping my coffee I sat on the swing in our garden admiring the view. The fresh fragrance of exotic flowers and the aroma of my coffee after back-to-back classes are so therapeutic. The whole garden is filled with different flowers which are really pleasing to the eyes. It's noon already my classes are over, Shiv is in the office and I am getting bored.
''Ouch'' a painful wail caught my attention as soon. My eyes went to an unknown figure who was standing in the back corner of the garden, I never saw her. Marching my legs I went to her and saw her holding her wrist, the blood was oozing out from her thumb. She had a thorn stuck in her thumb.
''Relax just give me a sec I will take this out'' I said in a soft tone while gently removing the thorn from her, and once I was done I called a guard and asked him for the first aid kit. He nodded and in just a minute he brought it. Then my eyes went to the fallen rose, which was laying on the ground carelessly.
''You should be careful roses thorn sting a lot'' I said wrapping a band-aid around her thumb,
''You are right sometimes small stings can damage a lot'' she said looking at the rose intensely.
''Sorry, but I never saw you here, mind introducing me yourself'' I said while observing her, she is beautiful in a simple navy blue Kurti embodied with golden circles over it, and her heavy dupatta was draped around her enchanting her beauty. Her natural curls and blush around her cheeks are mesmerising. She is giving so positive vibes I couldn't help but smile at her.
''You dont know me but I do know you very well'' she said and I gave her a confused nod to continue. How does she know me?
''I am Shrishti Ahuja'' she introduced herself with a polite smile, I smiled back at her. Ahuja sounds familiar, is she anyhow related to Raghav bhai they both have the same surname.
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I picked up the rose from the ground and dusted the dirt from it, it is a beautiful red rose. My favourite.
''Even though I was with this rose in its life journey but when it bloomed it chose you'' she said deeply and told me she loves gardening and this part of the garden belongs to her. I still have no idea who is she and what she is doing here, I will sound rude if I ask her this.
''You lost your rose to me'' I joked while lighting the tense environment.
''Indeed I lost my rose to you'' she replied again but with a fake smile, I can understand her smile isn't genuine as it doesn't reach her eyes.
'' Hey I was just kidding If you like it then keep it'' I said forwarding her the rose, she smiled and shook her head in denial.
''It was never mine when I tried to pluck it, I got a wound in return but when you held it and look how beautifully it blossomed in your hands'' I couldn't understand the meaning behind her words but I know this was something deep.
