Sonya Sharma is a highschool indian girl who lives in california with her family which consist of mother, father and older brother. Her motive is to be perfect and satisfy her family.
Andrew Cullen is a European boy who lives in london but for his f...
Love is not something you look for. Love is something you become.
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"Hey," I said in a casual tone, trying to keep my nerves in check.
"Hey," Sonya replied.
I was dressed in my usual all-black ensemble, t-shirt and black jeans. It was a look I felt comfortable in, but I couldn't help but feel self-conscious around Sonya. She always seemed so effortlessly beautiful, even when she was talking, walking, eating, laughing.
I was trying to keep myself calm, but internally, my heart felt like it might come out of my chest at any moment just by glancing at her. Her brown eyes shone brighter in the sunlight, Her skin was like that of a goddess, radiant and flawless, with an ethereal glow that seemed almost otherworldly, and Her presence in life is like the first day of summer after a long, harsh winter. Just as the sun's warmth melts away the lingering chill and breathes life back into the world, her warmth melts away my worries and fills my days with light and joy. When she smiles, it feels like the first golden rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, bringing a sense of happiness.
I should be poet, shouldn't i? Anyway
I took a moment to admire her. "You look radiant," I said, feeling stupid and surprised at my own sentence . ( what she will think of me now that i am creepy?!) Trying my best to suppress my emotions i tried to focus on the topic, but then a smile appeared on her face, making her look even more eternally beautiful.
"Thank you," she muttered.
"You look great too!" she tried to say.
"Only great?" I teased, trying to keep the mood light.( now what is happening with me). Part of me was dying to know what she really thought of me, but I couldn’t let that show.
She looked a bit confused, so I repeated, "Only great, Sonya?"
My voice, tinged with playful teasing, stirred something within her, a flutter of anticipation mixed with nervous excitement.
"Only great?" I repeated once more, my gaze unwavering.
Caught off guard, she stammered slightly before correcting herself. "Well, more than great, then," she said, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
I laughed, a sound that resonated in the air, filling me with warmth and ease. "That's more like it," I replied approvingly.
In that moment, amidst the party's bustling energy, it felt as if time stood still. Our eyes locked in an unspoken exchange, conveying more than words ever could. But I couldn’t help but think that, despite this connection, she could never really like me the way I liked her. But its still confusing because i don't if she would lile me
