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.Chapter-20. Enough, Bua

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Pyaar mein sab kuch
Bhulaye Baithe hai,
Chiraag yaadon ke jalaye
baithe hai,
Hum toh marenge unki hi
Baaho mein,
Ye maut se Shart Lagae 
Baithe hai.

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Author's pov:

The next morning greeted the Singhania household with a soft, golden light streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. As the world outside slowly awakened, so too did the residents of the house, each beginning their day in their own way.

Anshika was the first to rise, her footsteps quiet as she made her way through the familiar corridors of the house. With a sense of purpose, she set about her morning routine, the gentle hum of activity filling the air as she prepared for the day ahead.

Meanwhile, Ashwin stirred from his slumber, his mind still heavy with the weight of sleep as he slowly emerged from dreams. With a stretch and a sigh, he rose from his bed, the events of the previous day still fresh in his mind as he contemplated the day ahead.

Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast greeted him, a comforting reminder of the routines that grounded their lives. As he made his way to the dining table, he found Anshika already there, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she greeted him with a warm good morning.

Anshika's cheerful greeting, a ray of sunshine breaking through the quiet dawn, met with Ashwin's curt response, a subtle indication of the distance he sought to maintain. Yet, despite his attempt to retreat into the shadows of indifference, Anshika's presence seemed to permeate the very air around him, her admiring gaze casting a warm light upon his features.

As Anshika's eyes lingered upon Ashwin, a subtle smile playing on her lips, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight before her. To her, Ashwin was more than just a man; he was a masterpiece of strength and grace, his presence commanding attention without uttering a word. She found herself drawn to the enigmatic allure that surrounded him, unable to tear her gaze away.

Meanwhile, Ashwin, acutely aware of Anshika's scrutiny, felt a flicker of discomfort stir within him. Her unabashed admiration, though flattering, unsettled him, stirring emotions he had long sought to suppress. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed resolutely on the table before him, as if avoiding her gaze could shield him from the intensity of her admiration.

"Morning," he muttered, the word carrying a weight of detachment that belied the warmth of the morning sun. Anshika's response, a gentle hum of acknowledgment, hung in the air, a subtle invitation for conversation that Ashwin seemed hesitant to accept.

Sensing the tension that hung between them, Anshika sought to dispel the awkwardness with a playful remark. "You know, Ashwin," she began, her tone light and teasing, "you really should consider modeling. You've got that brooding, mysterious look down pat."

The corners of Ashwin's lips twitched involuntarily at her remark, a ghost of a smile tugging at the edges of his expression. Despite his efforts to maintain a facade of indifference, Anshika's playful banter had a way of breaking through his defenses, eliciting a response he couldn't quite suppress.

Ashwin's brows furrowed in irritation, his lips pressing into a thin line as he shot Anshika a disdainful glance. "Modeling? That's not exactly my idea of a career path," he retorted, his tone tinged with a hint of disdain. The suggestion seemed to irk him, striking a nerve that lay buried beneath his stoic exterior.

Anshika's laughter, a tinkling melody that filled the hall, faltered for a moment at Ashwin's curt response. Sensing the shift in his demeanor, she quickly recovered, her playful banter taking on a sharper edge as she sought to match his tone.