"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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The light shone through the drapes, sending a pleasant warmth over the room. I stepped in front of the mirror, cleaned his face with mint face wash, and dried my face.
I reached for the fresh white shirt, feeling the linen cool against my skin. As I fastened them, the buttons responded to my touch one by one. I tweaked the collar to ensure it framed my powerful jawline. The clothing was basic but lovely, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
The deep navy blue suit jacket was next. I put my arms inside the sleeves and felt the weight of duty fall on my shoulders. The jacket hugged my figure, emphasizing my big chest. As I fastened it. The silk tie, a shade lighter than the suit, waited for its function. I knotted it around my neck precisely. Today I would witness another love tale unfold, but I genuinely feel there is no such thing as love. I wish they could be a couple and stay happy together.
My pants were perfectly fitted and hung just so. I adjusted the leather belt, the buckle sparkling. The performance was polished to a mirror finish, completing the ensemble.
I looked at the costly silver watch on my wrist. Time was passing away like grains of sand in an hourglass. I smoothed my hair down, fighting the impulse to run my fingers through the tangled stands.
After all, imperfections were part of the appeal.
I left the room with my car keys and electronics. As I proceeded downstairs, I noticed myself in the hallway mirror. I was dapper, confident, and ready to meet her family.
I was eager to meet her family, despite the fact that I had previously learned everything I could about the Sharma family and Advait Agnihotri.
My phone rang, and it showed my best friend Aditya's number. I took it up, and he began taunting me and lecturing me on how to please her family as if he had mastered the technique. I'm not sure, but Aditya Deshmukh has never had a girlfriend. I'm not sure if he liked someone or not, but he has never touched a girl or had any relationship with one.
I was conversing with Aditya when I heard the sound of an anklet. I turned towards the source of the noise, a woman who appeared to have walked out of a dream. It wasn't any woman, but her.
