You may have read many stories of grumpyxsunshine trope . I am presenting you to "CEO of my heart" i.e Tara Agarwal who has been through a heart break once and hates people in love , whereas Agastya whose life revolves around Love..What will happen...
"Abbey! Tujhe to mein-" Agastya shouted, playfully tossing a ketchup bottle across the table. Raj, quick on his feet, dodged it, and the bottle flew in an unexpected direction.
Unbeknownst to them, Tara was walking past their table at that precise moment. The bottle struck her head, and ketchup splattered all over her pristine white outfit. Time seemed to freeze as the vibrant red contrasted starkly with her now furious expression.
"What do you think you're doing, mister?" Tara's voice sliced through the air like a blade, her tone laced with icy fury as she fixed Agastya with a piercing glare.
His heart sank as he rose to his feet, his face contorting with a mixture of shock and remorse. The weight of Tara's anger bore down on him like a crushing weight, leaving him feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.
"I am so sorry, miss. It was an accident. Main sach mein maafi chahata hu!" Agastya's words stumbled out in a rush, his voice trembling with genuine contrition. Yet, despite his sincere apology, Tara's fury showed no signs of relenting.
"Accident or not, you don't have any rights to behave like this with anyone," she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.
Each word cut through the air like a whip, leaving Agastya reeling from the force of her anger. As Tara stormed out of the room, Agastya was left standing there, his mind whirling with a tumult of emotions. Guilt gnawed at him, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach as he grappled with the repercussions of his actions.
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I turned towards Raj, who nervously smiled at me, a subtle reflection of my own apprehension.
Despite my best efforts, the words I sought eluded me, slipping through my grasp like fine sand. Once again, I found myself enveloped in a shroud of silence, my tongue rendered mute in the presence of this enigmatic woman before me.
In all my years of existence, I had never encountered someone quite like her. There was an aura of mystery that surrounded her, a magnetic allure that drew me in with an irresistible pull.
As I stole a furtive glance at her, attempting to decipher the secrets hidden behind those mesmerizing eyes, I couldn't help but wonder about her age. She appeared to be in her twenties, a mere speculation drawn from the youthful vitality that radiated from her every pore.
Yet, it was not her appearance alone that captivated me; it was the dulcet tones of her voice that ensnared my senses, weaving a spell that echoed deep within the recesses of my soul.
Even in the throes of her anger, the intensity of her gaze stirred something primal within me, igniting a desire that burned fiercely in the depths of my being. How I yearned for her to bestow upon me that same piercing gaze each and every day, a silent testament to the tumultuous emotions that churned within her.
