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CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS CLUSTER BOOK #1
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They are childhood sweethearts, Ridh and Aira-the inseparable duo. He loves her, and she loves him. What could possibly go wrong? Before Aira heads to Stanford Univ...
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Morning 9 am , Godrej woodscapes
After spending an entire day at a hotel, here I am, standing in the hallway of my newly purchased apartment. It's looking anything but clean. Honestly, the word mess feels too polite in comparison to the chaos I'm staring at. The furniture is filthy, the kitchen... well, let's not even go there. The place needs a lot of love, and right now, it looks like it's been abandoned for years.
The only thing I've brought from California are my clothes. Back there, I had everything on rent — the furniture, the essentials, the kitchen stuff. But here, I have to buy literally everything. Bedsheets, kitchenware, utensils, appliances... pretty much everything except the furniture.
Thank God I chose the right flat and locality. I pat myself on the shoulder, a silent acknowledgment of my decision. I'm proud of myself.
But then, I'm staring at the mess again. Where to even start? I frown, rubbing my scalp in frustration. Where should I begin?
I decide the wardrobe is the best place to start. At least if I clean that up, I'll be able to organise my clothes. The thought of having some semblance of order keeps me going.
I pull up my playlist on my phone and hit play. Attention by Charlie Puth starts to play.
As the song kicks in, I grab an old cloth and begin dusting the wardrobe, dancing to the rhythm, singing along. This is how I like to do chores — it makes everything feel a little less tedious.
Woah-oah, hm-hmm You've been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round Throwin' that dirt all on my name 'Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd Call you up...
After dusting the shelves, I take out a wet cloth and go over the wardrobe, wiping away any remaining grime. The thought of my clothes hanging in a clean space is oddly satisfying. I hang up my formal attire, making sure there are no creases — those dresses are going to rest peacefully now.
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, ooh And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight...
