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"I told you I won't come," she teased him, a playful glint in her eyes.
"I told you, you will," he retorted, his voice firm yet warm.
"I won't. You should've asked me properly," she said, feigning disappointment.
"I wanted to but Veer—"
"Yeah, blame Veer for your lack of confidence," she quipped, walking away.
"I’ll wait for you."
"I won't come."
Flashback~
After the party, Aditya yearned to spend more time with Taniya—alone.
He planned their first official date and the only task that was left was asking her out.
His nerves were frayed.
In the gym early morning quiet, he was rehearsing before the mirror as she bathed in the room.
"Nia. Would you like to—" he repeated for the umpteenth time when Veer sauntered in.
"She won't agree like that, brother," Veer commented.
"Oh? And you're an expert?" Aditya's tone was laced with skepticism.
"Experience isn't necessary... it's all about charm. Thode flowers wagera leke jaiye," Veer advised.
"As if you know! Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Aditya taunted.
"Maine apna heart apni pasandeeda aurat k liye reserve rakha hai warna ladkiya mujh par marti hai," Veer boasted, flipping his hair with feigned arrogance.
"That's why I tell you to take a bath," Aditya shot back.
"Oh my god, brother, you're hilarious! What a joke. Mar Gaya Mai to haste haste," Veer mocked
“Acha hai.
Kam se kam tang to nahi karega ab”. Aditya said picking up his towel
“Don't forget the flower."
Aditya exited the gym with Veer's words echoing in his mind.
As he walked back to his room, he caught sight of his parents downstairs sharing a tender moment—his father attempting to tuck a freshly plucked rose into his mother's hair while she looked around nervously to check for family members.
A smile tugged at Aditya's lips; perhaps Veer wasn't wrong about the flower. He tiptoed downstairs, careful not to intrude on his parents' sweet exchange.
Through the kitchen, he slipped out the back door into their garden,a floral paradise thanks to his grandparents' love for gardening and also Naira’s green thumbs.
She also liked flowers. That's why the first site that greeted him was hers.
He greeted her and ventured further into the garden where he witnessed another intimate scene,his grandparents swaying gently on the swing amidst a sea of flowers with music playing in the background.
Humnik chale, jin ke liye
Humnik chale hain jinke liye
Bin kuch kahe woh chup chup rahe
Koyi zara yeh unse kahe
Na aise aazmaayo
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Khoya Khoya chand..
Khula aasmaan...
Aankhon mein saari raat jaayegi
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THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS
RomanceTitle: The Imperfect Perfection In the heart of Mumbai, where the past and present exist side by side, two lives take an unexpected turn. Aditya is a man of logic. A businessman who built his success with discipline and ambition. His life is neatly...
