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Love in Bangalore❤️
In Bangalore, newcomer Kavya Bakshi shares an apartment with social butterfly Riya Jain, leading her to charming entrepreneur Dev Ahuja. Their shared love for pho...
Stepping into Dev's apartment was like stepping into a bustling street festival. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow on a sea of laughing faces. Music from a portable karaoke machine filled the air, a mishmash of Bollywood classics and energetic pop tunes. People moved in a joyous throng, some swaying to the music, others deep in conversation.
The air vibrated with an infectious energy, a stark contrast to the sterile meeting room and my deflated mood earlier that week. A nervous giggle escaped my lips as I surveyed the scene.
Suddenly, a voice, off-key and enthusiastic, cut through the music. I followed the sound to a corner where a man, his back to me, was belting out a Bollywood love song with the conviction of a seasoned crooner. But the pitch...oh, the sweet, excruciatingly off-key pitch!
Riya, who had been busy chatting with a group of friends, caught my eye and followed my gaze. Her lips twitched, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then, she burst into laughter.
"That, my dear Kavya," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "is Dev, the host with the most...enthusiasm."
Unable to contain myself, I joined her laughter. The sight of this charmingly awkward figure butchering the love song was somehow endearing. As the song ended, the man turned around, a sheepish grin on his face.
And that's when I saw him properly, Dev.
His features were a canvas of warm brown skin, his eyes a deep chocolate that sparkled with laughter. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, adding a touch of informality to his casual shirt and jeans. There was a kindness in his face, a genuine warmth that resonated with me.
"That was...unique," I said, stepping out of the shadows.
Dev's grin widened. "Unique? It was a heart-wrenching masterpiece!" he declared, bowing dramatically.
"Oh, I'm sure," I teased, unable to resist a playful smile. "Congratulations on the investor, by the way. Must be a big deal."
"It is," he admitted, his voice a warm baritone. "Feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders."
His handshake was firm, his touch sending a spark through me that I couldn't quite explain.
"Welcome to the party!" Dev exclaimed, gesturing to the room at large. "Feel at home."
Suddenly, Riya appeared at my side, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There you are! The other crazies are over at the bar, let's go and start drinking. Dev, we'll see you later"
Throughout the evening, my gaze kept drifting towards Dev. He moved around the room with an easy sociability, his laughter ringing out effortlessly. He had a disarming charm, a quiet confidence that drew people in. There was something about his warmth, the genuine interest he showed in every conversation, that made him stand out.
And I couldn't deny the physical attraction. He was tall and well-built, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. The way his white shirt hugged his broad shoulders and the hint of stubble on his jawline – my traitorous heart did a little flip-flop every time he looked at me.
At one point, as the music transitioned to a mellow acoustic melody, the room quieted down a bit. I found myself standing by the balcony, gazing at the twinkling city lights. A warm hand touched my elbow, and I turned to see Dev standing beside me.
"Nice view, isn't it?" he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"It is," I agreed, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "Bangalore is quite beautiful at night."
"It grows on you," he said, leaning closer."Having a good time?"
"Absolutely," I replied, meeting his gaze. "The party is amazing. You have a great bunch of friends and team."
"Thanks," he said, a touch of pride in his voice. "They're the best. So, tell me about you, Kavya. What brings you to Bangalore?"
We talked for what felt like hours, about our lives, our dreams, our love for photography (a shared passion that ignited a spark in our conversation). He spoke with an infectious enthusiasm about his fintech company, his vision for revolutionizing the financial landscape of India. I was captivated by his passion and his dedication.
"I always wanted to be my own boss," he confessed, leaning closer. "No more corporate grind, just the freedom to create something meaningful."
His words resonated with me. The dream of independence mirrored my own aspirations. As we talked, a comfortable silence settled between us, a connection that transcended words.
"That's impressive, Kavya," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Spark sounds like it's doing some really cool stuff. Maybe our companies can collaborate sometime."
The idea of working alongside Dev, of spending more time with him, sent a thrill through me. "I'd like that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, Riya appeared, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, well, well," she said, nudging me playfully. "Looks like someone's found a new conversation partner."
I blushed, momentarily flustered. Dev chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"Our cab is here, Kavya, let's go." Riya says. For a fleeting moment, I glanced at Dev, then back at Riya. Leaving felt wrong, the conversation with Dev was unfinished and I wanted to talk to him endlessly. Instead of saying this, I said, "Thanks for inviting me, Dev, It was a blast."
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Stay tuned for the next chapter as the tangled web of emotions unravels further, promising more surprises and heart-wrenching moments in "Love Behind the Click."
