SHATTERED ROSES

Chapter 4

Rachit's P.O.V

I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as I stood outside her door, waiting for her to come out. I had asked her to go on a date with me, and even though she had refused, I had told her I would pick her up at 8 anyway. It was almost 9 and I knew she wasn't interested, but I couldn't help myself. I had to try.

When she opened the door, my jaw dropped. She looked stunning, her hair and makeup done perfectly, her dress fitting her curves in all the right places. She raised an eyebrow at me, a look of annoyance on her face.

"I thought I said no," she said, her voice firm.

"I know," I replied, trying to sound charming. "But I couldn't help myself. You look too beautiful to stay in tonight."

She rolled her eyes, but I could see a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Fine," she said. "But just a walk, and don't try anything romantic."

I grinned, feeling a victory. "I promise," I lied.

I locked my car and we walked out into the night, the stars shining above us. I tried to make conversation, but she was distant, her responses short and curt. I knew she was still annoyed with me, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be around her, to make her laugh, to make her fall in love with me.

As we walked, the night grew darker, the streets quieter. We found ourselves at the river, the water glinting in the moonlight. I took her hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched.

"Come on," I said, pulling her along. "Let's take a walk along the river."

She didn't resist, and we walked in silence, the only sound is the lapping of the water against the shore. I pointed out the stars, trying to be charming, but she just smiled politely.

As the night wore on, I realized that this wasn't going to be the romantic date I had hoped for. But I didn't care. I was just happy to be with her, to be near her, to breathe in her scent and feel her hand in mine.

Even if she didn't love me back, I knew that I would always cherish this moment, this nightwalk under the stars.

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Siya's P.O.V

As we walked along the river, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I had agreed to this date against my will, but a part of me was enjoying the peacefulness of the night, the stars shining above us.

He was trying his best to be charming, pointing out constellations and telling me stories about his life. But I could sense a desperation in his eyes, a longing that went beyond just a simple date.

As we turned back towards my house, he suddenly stopped and looked at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"I have to tell you something," he said, his voice low and husky. "I know I'm not your type, and I'm surprised by my own feelings too. But I can't help how I feel. I'm falling for you, hard."

I was taken aback by his words, his vulnerability. No one had ever poured their heart out to me like that before.

"I know I'm a rich kid, and I've always had everything handed to me on a silver platter," he continued. "But with you, I feel like I'm seeing the world for the first time. You make me feel alive, and I can't imagine going back to my old life without you in it."

I was speechless, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. I didn't know what to say, how to respond.

As we stood there, the night air thick with tension, he reached out and took my hand again.