Ishita

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I went to an exhibition today. All the artworks were amazing. I really loved a work by one of the famous artist whom I admire the most. It was a beautiful night sky. I couldn't take my eyes off until someone called me little girl from behind. I turned to see who it was. It was a guy. I was so angry that he called me a little girl. I'm not that little, 5ft that's it. Maybe I am more down to earth than these people who call themselves tall.

The funniest thing was his reply when I told him that I'm not short. He told me that he thought I was a little girl but he never thought I would be alluring like the painting I was staring at. Not gonna lie, he looked amazing. But I decided to walk away because how can I believe him when he told me this when we had just met.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me. It was him. My heart skipped a beat. He asked for my name. He told me his name and it's Ahaan. He was holding on my hand so tight and I told him that it would be nice if he released his hold. He told me that he'd never let go of my hand. I was too stunned to speak so I turned around to leave but he grabbed it again and asked me to meet at a café at 5 pm tomorrow. I just nodded and walked away.

When I reached home, all I thought about was him. Should I meet him tomorrow? Maybe I should. Anyway I decided to meet him.  

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