"Step into the enchanting world of 'Healing Mirrors,' a tender tale of love and redemption that will warm your heart and captivate your soul. Set against the vibrant backdrop of modern-day Delhi, this soft romance follows the journey of a young woma...
I reassured her, letting her know it was okay not to be okay, hoping to ease her discomfort. She then mentioned she was on a solo date.
The thought of her being on a solo date without flowers struck me as somewhat melancholic, and I felt an immediate urge to rectify the situation.
Spotting a flower shop near a restaurant, I parked my car and stepped inside. Moments later, I emerged with a lavender plant and some food for her.
As I sat beside her, she caught sight of the flowers and immediately turned her face away, avoiding them altogether. It was evident that she was still deeply affected by whatever had happened earlier, and my attempts to make amends had fallen short.
When I asked her about the flowers, her shocked and confused expression struck me. It seemed like she had never received flowers before.
Despite their insignificance compared to her angelic face, I hoped the flowers would brighten her mood and make her smile. She truly was beautiful when she smiled, like the sun breaking through clouds after a long, dreary day.
When she mentioned her bad solo date and expressed her belief that nothing good ever happened to her, it hurt me deeply. I wished I could take her on a perfect date to show her how wrong she was, but it wasn't the right time.
I feared we might never meet again, and it saddened me to see her so negative about herself. Has no one ever told her she was an angel from heaven, my lavender, Ishaan Sharma's lavender? I chuckled at the thought.
Turning towards her, I noticed she had already drifted off to sleep, lost in her thoughts like clouds covering the sky.
Suddenly, the car stopped, and I realized it had broken down. Frustrated, I tried calling my best friend, but he didn't answer.
I was on the verge of a frustrated outburst, however, the sight of her seated next to me, looking so innocent and naive in this cruel world, unexpectedly calmed me down.
My best friend finally called back, but he was with the love of his life, busy elsewhere.
I explained the situation to him and hung up, only to find her awake and checking her phone. She looked confused and adorable, like a small, shiny sparrow.
When she said we had reached her home, I felt a hint of sadness, knowing we were about to part ways. I wanted to hug her and keep her forever in my arms, never wanting to let her go. She looked so small, wrapped in my jacket.
She suggested I come to her house until my second car arrived, but I knew it would be hard to leave her if I went with her. I agreed eventually, unable to see her sad and angry with me.
As we stepped out into the rain, I gently held her hand, feeling as though she was as delicate as a petal to me.
We ran through the rain like kids, and she laughed and smiled, her laughter as refreshing as the rain itself, bringing joy and beauty to the world around us.
I felt free and exhilarated, the world around us was blurred by the downpour, but her presence was clear and vivid, a beacon of light in the midst of the storm.
When she stumbled, I turned to check on her, but she reassured me she was fine.
Our fingers intertwined, the world around us faded into a blur of rain and laughter. It was ironic, really, how the storm outside mirrored the tempest of emotions within me.
Here I was, running alongside her, trying to keep pace with her infectious spirit, while inside, my heart raced with a different kind of fervor.
The rain fell relentlessly, soaking us to the core, just like the intensity of my affection for her.
In that moment, with her hand in mine, I realized that despite the chaos of the storm, she was my anchor, grounding me in a reality where our laughter drowned out the thunder, and our bond was stronger than any downpour.
When we reached her apartment, she opened the door, revealing a mess that seemed to startle her. I chuckled as she became nervous and hurriedly started cleaning her room in one go.
Her actions only made me smile more. I'd welcome the mess in my room if it came from her, her belongings scattered across our bed. Each item of hers would be a joyful sight, turning my room into a canvas of our love.
Her presence in the chaos would be a delightful reminder of her and the happiness she brings, making a messy room a beautiful reflection of our shared life." Watching her clean up her room only made me appreciate her more, quirks and all.
She insisted I come inside and gave me a towel that smelled like her, her fragrance lingered in the room. I noticed her books; she is a dark romance lover.
I couldn't help but imagine us together doing those sinful things, embodying the dark romance of her books, lost in a world of our own making, where every touch was a promise of forbidden passion and every glance spoke of a deep, insatiable longing.
I smiled inwardly, grabbed my phone, and left. I knew I wasn't perfect for her; she was an angel, perfect in every way. I wouldn't look good by her side.
"किस्मत ने लिखा था मिलना, पर सिर्फ यादों में हैं तेरा छाया। एक गुजरी बातों की दास्तान, फिर भी, तू है यहाँ नहीं, हमारे बीच कोई रिश्ता नहीं।" ~reveriesverse
"Fate destined our meeting, but only your shadow remains in memories. The tale of shared moments, yet you are not here, no bond between us anymore." ~reveriesverse
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