Ashaangi OS (Cute little one shots)

Do you still love me???

*Please ignore the typos..............

Hi all, 

I'm presenting this one-shot after a very long time. I'm still healing mentally and wouldn't be able to give my regular story updates. 

Till then, will try my best to write a few shots whenever possible. I had been thinking of an emotional storyline and quickly came up with this. It's a realistic representation of true love; and be prepared for the ending as it might be against your wish. 

Sorry lovelies, orey oru heart-touching one shot among my happy, romantic ones. Go ahead and read with a free mind! 

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The super chill climate haunted everyone in the area. 

The cold breeze sent shivers across her body; she sat up rolled in maximum layers of clothing to withstand the frosty weather. 

She cursed her personal manager in mind for planning the event in December; this month being the coldest ever in the Leh Ladakh region. There was no way escaping from this as she had agreed to the organizing committee to conduct the workshop.

The students of the respective college eagerly awaited the workshop as they would get to witness their favourite author, Ms.Sivaangi Krishnan. The country's famous author agreed to conduct a 'creative writing workshop' for those aspiring students. Sivaangi was widely known for her novels, short stories, fictional works, and more. Her writing carried a special aura, which cast a spell on the readers. 

She was unique in her own way; she drew inspiration from many things for her books, especially real-life incidents. Her love for travelling also inspired her works; she travelled to every nook and corner to quench her thirst for creating good work! Sivaangi's selfless nature made her take this risk for the students amidst the scary weather. 

'Seri...ipo ena panradhu..vandhaachu...nalla badiya event eh mudichtu polam. Evlavo panitom, idha panna matomaa, pathukalam,' she thought. She felt bored as her manager left to shop some essentials.

She came out of her room and stood in the corridor, peeping through the window pane. She admired the outside scenery while sipping her black tea. The old-fashioned rustic cottage where she resided had several rooms with two floors. 

In a few minutes, she heard someone calling her and turned to the voice. 

'To be under shock' was just an understatement; Sivaangi's eyes almost popped out seeing the owner of the voice. Her face showed mixed emotions, and her mind went numb. She wished the whole world to crumble down at that moment.

Ashwin????

There was complete silence for some time. With riled-up feelings inside her, Sivaangi wanted to move from there but her heart asked her to stay. She turned around to move, but Ashwin caught her wrist and stopped her. She quickly withdrew from his hold and averted her gaze from him. 

Epdi irka Sivaangi?

No response. 

Hearing his voice after such a long time was such a blessing to her ears, but she didn't show up anything. She kept a straight face not willing to listen to him. He continued, 

I know I have hurt you so much, and I'm already living in hell because of my wrong actions.

She gave him a confused look and said, 'Excuse me Mr.Ashwin, I don't have time for any of your talks, I need to go now.'