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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 meticulously planned their first official date, leaving only one task undone: 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, his wit sharp as ever.
"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.Naira was there too, capturing the beauty of the blooms through her phone.
He greeted her and ventured further into the garden where he witnessed another intimate scene unfold, his grandparents swaying gently on the swing amidst a sea of flowers, their love as timeless as the melodies from their youth that filled the air:
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 bustling streets of Mumbai, where tradition and modernity collide, two lives intersect unexpectedly. 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚, a successful businessman, thrives on independence and ambition. His days are filled with deadli...
