The sketch was finally complete, and Aadhya was about to get up, ready to part ways with Shourya.
But then, he did something unexpected.
He stopped her with a gentle request.
"Aadhya, can I have your phone number?"
Aadhya's heart skipped a beat.
Shocked and taken aback by the sudden request, she hesitated for a moment.
It was as if time had momentarily frozen, and all she could hear was the rhythm of her own racing heart.
A rush of emotions swirled within her.
She felt a warmth in her heart, a sensation that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
It was a feeling that she could only describe as... love?
But it was all happening so fast.
She wasn't prepared for this, especially after the turmoil she had endured with Adhvik.
"Um, sure... but let me write it down for you."
With trembling hands, Aadhya sat back down, determined to slow things down a bit.
She held a pen between her toes and carefully scribbled her phone number on a piece of paper.
She handed it to Shourya, half-expecting him to take it and leave.
But Shourya surprised her once again.
He accepted the paper as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, his expression unfazed by the moment's intensity.
"Thank you, Aadhya. I'll give you a call sometime."
As he spoke those words, Aadhya couldn't help but wonder about the path that was unfolding before her.
The coffee shop, where she had sought solace, had now become the backdrop for a series of unexpected events.
And with her phone number in Shourya's possession, she knew that her life was about to take another turn, one filled with uncertainty and the possibility of love.
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