Years after Advait saw her, the one person he never thought he'd see again, fate seemed to have other plans as their paths crossed once more.
Mishti is unable to recognise the person standing in front of her but also couldn't shake the feeling of a...
I still couldn't shake off the feeling from yesterday. That same tune… it echoed in my mind like a stubborn memory refusing to fade. Could I have been imagining it? Maybe I was just connecting random sounds with that guy who left the library.
"Ha erom e hoyeche. Nale ar ki? Ved nije eshe gungun korchilo?" I mumbled to myself, half amused. "Mishti, tui na, shotti."
(Yes, that's it. Or, else what? Was Ved himself humming? Mishti, really!)
With a sigh, I shook my head and forced myself to focus on the day ahead. "C’mon, Mishti. Get ready."
I left those thoughts behind and got up to prepare for college. After my usual morning routine, I decided to keep it casual and comfortable today—a simple white crop top, grey trousers, and a pink shirt as a cover-up. I applied some moisturizer, dabbed on a tinted lip balm, and tied my hair into a ponytail. A wristwatch, shoes, a spritz of perfume, and I was all set.
Grabbing my tote bag, I headed downstairs. After taking blessings from Ma, Nani, and God, I stepped out the door, ready to face whatever the day had in store for me.
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As I walked into the classroom, I saw our group huddled together, chatting away. But my eyes found their way to one particular 6'3" human, as if they had a mind of their own.
How tall is too tall? Someone should ask Advait Kapoor.
I couldn't help but get captivated by his magnetic presence, his handsome features effortlessly drawing my gaze. The way his hair fell in that perfectly messy style, a few stray strands brushing against his forehead… it was enough to make my fingers itch with the urge to run through them. I had to suppress that thought quickly.
Even through the jumper he was wearing, I could catch a glimpse of his well-built physique, hinting at the strength beneath.
Bhagwan ji ne fursat se banaya hai iss bande ko, I swear.
(God has created this man with lots of patience and care, I swear.)
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