𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 12

Nine years had passed, and Armaan and Ishani had both made their mark in their respective fields. Armaan, now 28, had built an empire in the business world, his name synonymous with success and innovation. His parents, Rishi and Trisha, were bursting with pride at his achievements.

Ishani, meanwhile, had become a world-renowned artist at the young age of 23. Her paintings were showcased in galleries across the globe, her unique style and perspective captivating art lovers everywhere. Her parents, Siddharth and Mira, were beaming with pride at their daughter's success.

Despite the distance and the demands of their careers, Armaan and Ishani remained close. Their love and commitment to each other were stronger than ever, and they made sure to stay in constant communication, whether it was through video calls or surprise visits.

One day, Armaan received a call from Ishani, her voice filled with excitement. "Armaan, I have some amazing news!" she exclaimed. "I've been asked to exhibit my work in a major international show. It's going to be my first worldwide showcase!"

Armaan grinned, his heart swelling with pride.

"Ishani, that's fantastic!" Armaan exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement. "I knew this day would come. You've worked so hard for this."

Ishani's laughter filled the line. "I'm nervous, but I'm also so excited. And the best part is that the showcase is in Massachusetts!" she said, her voice positively gleeful. "I'll finally get to see you in person after all this time."

Armaan's smile widened. "I can't wait to see you, Ishani," he said, his tone low and meaningful.

Ishani had grown into a stunning young woman, her beauty both ethereal and earthy. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in waves, framing a face that radiated joy and creativity. Her deep brown eyes were expressive and mischievous, while her heart-shaped lips often curled into a smile. Her figure was petite, yet curvy, and her movements were light and graceful, like a dancer. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, but her playful spirit shone through in everything she did.

Armaan, on the other hand, had become a powerful and charismatic figure.

Armaan's physique had only improved with age. His arms and shoulders were toned and defined, a result of his dedicated workouts at the gym. His face had sharpened into strong, masculine angles, and his jaw was defined, giving him a commanding presence. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, accentuating his striking brown eyes and the aristocratic line of his nose.

The years had only deepened the character and charm in his face, and he exuded an air of success and power without being arrogant or cold. His smile was confident and infectious, and when he spoke, people listened.

As the days passed and the time for Ishani's exhibition grew closer, Armaan found himself growing increasingly restless. His work, while rewarding, suddenly felt insignificant compared to the prospect of seeing Ishani again.

His mind would drift to memories of their first kiss, that passionate embrace at the airport, and he would imagine what it would be like to hold her in his arms again.

Finally, the day arrived. Armaan stood at the entrance to the gallery, his heart racing as he waited for Ishani to arrive.