The morning in Dehradun was radiant; the city bathed in the soft, golden light of the early sun. The sky was a brilliant blue, with not a cloud in sight, promising a perfect day ahead. The air was crisp and fresh, with a slight chill that hinted at the coolness of the night just past, making it an ideal time for a morning walk.
A man stood still in the garden of a therapy centre perched on the edge of the valley, taking in the breathtaking view. The garden, meticulously maintained, was a riot of colors, with flowers in full bloom and their fragrances mingling with the morning air. The dew on the grass sparkled like tiny diamonds, and the leaves rustled softly in the gentle breeze.
Vidyut gazed out over the valley, where the lush greenery of the forests met the sprawling expanse of Dehradun city. From his vantage point, he could see the orderly chaos of the city's streets, the rooftops glinting in the sunlight, and beyond, the rolling hills that framed this picturesque scene. The sun was just beginning its ascent, casting a warm, golden glow over everything it touched.
As the light fell on his face, it highlighted his sharp features and cast long shadows. His amber eyes, clear and reflective, caught the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing effect. They seemed to glow with an inner light, reflecting the golden hue of the morning sun. His expression was one of serene contemplation, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the city met the sky.
The weather was perfect-calm and slightly chilly. The kind of chill that invigorates rather than bites, waking up the senses and making every breath feel fresh and alive. He breathed deeply, savoring the moment, the tranquility of the garden, and the beauty of the view before him.
He felt a sense of peace and contentment, a rare moment of stillness in a world that often moved too fast. The therapy centre behind him was a place of healing, but it was in these quiet moments, standing alone in the garden, that he felt the most at ease. The beauty of Dehradun, the promise of a new day, and the warmth of the sun on his face made him feel hopeful, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.
"Morning, Mr. Saxena." A soulful voice reached his ears. He was cognizant of the source of the voice. How could he not? Four years-that's how long his heart ached before he could hear that voice again. He turned around to look at the young therapist, who stood at a foot's distance, clad in a mauve satin shirt and black trousers. A white cardigan loosely tied around her neck. provided much-needed heat in the chilly morning of the valley city.
Among the radiance of the morning sun, her pair of blue eyes stood out, sparkling with an almost ethereal brilliance. The sunlight caught them just right, turning their natural hue into something extraordinary.
These eyes, deep and clear as a mountain lake, reflected the light in a way that made them seem to shimmer. Flecks of silver and hints of azure swirled within the irises, giving them a captivating, almost hypnotic quality. The blue was vibrant and pure, like the sky on the clearest of days, and as the sun's rays illuminated them, they seemed to glow from within.
The warmth of the sun added a touch of softness to the gaze, making the eyes appear even more striking. They were eyes that could hold your attention, drawing you in with their depth and clarity. As they caught the light, they sparkled with life and energy, each movement of the head or flutter of the eyelashes causing the light to dance and shimmer within them.
In the calm of the morning, those blue eyes were a beacon of beauty and tranquility, a perfect reflection of the serene and radiant day unfolding around them
Vidyut responded with a short nod and averted his ambers back to the valley, continuing his disturbed session. A frown appeared on the woman's face, as even today she was greeted with a silent nod. Esha has been awaiting the arrival of her flowers from her secret sender, but none were delivered today, making her curious about the absence of her flowers. In an attempt to find out, she decided to drive to the market, but a lone standing Vidyut grabbed her attention, changing her path from her car to him.
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Reborn With You
Lãng mạn𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 1 𝚘𝚏 #𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 The last time he loved, it left him broken. Life betrayed, crushed, hurt, and left him shattered and devastated. His heart burnt like a delicate rose being destroyed by the flames and dissolving to ashes...