Whispers of Fate

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Third Person's POV

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The morning sun began to warm the garden, casting a golden glow over the jasmine plants. Atharva and Anisha sat together, enveloped in the tranquil beauty of the moment. Anisha's heart swelled with pride at Atharva's resolve; his decision to quit smoking was a monumental step. As she looked at him, her heart filled with joy and a deep connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing minute.

"Mr. Raichand, quitting smoking might be difficult at first," Anisha said softly, her voice steady and reassuring. "But I am here to help you out."

Atharva smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, how exactly do you plan on helping me? By keeping an eye on me all the time or by following me in the quest of looking for me?"

Anisha pouted, crossing her arms dramatically. "Are you making fun of me?"

Atharva raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. "No, no, of course not. I wouldn't dare."

Anisha leaned in, her eyes narrowing playfully. "But that’s exactly what I plan to do. I’ll follow you around with a whistle and blow it every time you even think about smoking."

Atharva laughed, the sound rich and genuine, and Anisha's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but be drawn into its infectious warmth, her gaze fixed on him as if she was seeing him for the first time. She gazed at him, mesmerised by the joy on his face and sparkle in his eyes.

As Atharva's laughter subsided, his gaze drifted to Anisha and he noticed her lost in her thoughts, her eyes fixed on him with a distant expression. Concern flickered across his features as he called out her name, but she remained unresponsive. With a gentle snap of his fingers in front of her eyes, he repeated, "Anisha!"

Anisha blinked, jolting slightly as Atharva's voice penetrated her reverie. She blinked again, her gaze refocusing on him as if emerging from a dream.

Anisha's cheeks flushed deeper with embarrassment, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She shifted uncomfortably, and murmured softly, "Sorry."

"All okay?" Atharva's voice was filled with softness as he asked, to which Anisha nodded.

"You stay here; I'll be back in a minute," Anisha said, in a subtle attempt to divert the topic. Atharva nodded in silent agreement, his eyes lingering on her retreating figure as she disappeared into the house.

Moments later, Anisha returned, a plate of food in her hands. "I brought breakfast," she announced softly.

"Anisha, thank you, but I'm really not hungry," Atharva replied politely, his voice tinged with reluctance.

Anisha's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting both empathy and resolve. "Mr. Raichand, I understand your emotions, but you need to eat," she urged gently.

Meeting Atharva's silence, Anisha coaxed again, "Come on, Mr. Raichand, be good and eat."

Atharva shook his head in no.

Anisha's words carried a hint of exasperation, her frustration evident as she sighed softly. "You're worse than Maisha," she remarked, "at least she listens and agrees to eat when I ask her to be a good girl."