A Baker And A Billionaire (Completed)

Chapter 10

That evening , As Aisha entered the cozy cafe, she spotted Sivaangi standing by the counter, gazing at a beautiful painting. The artwork depicted a stunning sunrise over a bustling cafe, with vibrant colors and exquisite details. Sivaangi's eyes were lost in the painting, her expression a mix of wonder and curiosity.

"Hey, Sivaangi! What's got you so captivated?" Aisha asked, approaching her newfound friend.

Sivaangi turned, a hint of a smile on her lips. "This painting... it's just so beautiful. And the note that came with it... it's like the person knows me inside out."

Aisha's eyes widened with interest. "New one with a note. Intersting!? What did it say?"

Sivaangi handed her the note, and Aisha read the words: "Just like the sun rises every morning, your dreams are rising too. Never lose faith in yourself."

Aisha's eyes met Sivaangi's, and she asked, "Do you have any idea who's sending these gifts?"

Sivaangi shook her head, her eyes sparkling with a mix of confusion and excitement. "No, I don't. But it's like they know me better than I know myself."

Aisha's confusion deepened as she tried to piece together the puzzle. If her brother Ashwin wasn't behind the gifts, then who was? It was also from different names.

Is they all are real ? And why were they being so secretive about it? She thought about the possibility of it being a customer of Sivaangi's, but the personalized nature of the gifts and notes seemed to suggest something more intimate.

As she stood there, trying to make sense of it all, Sivaangi spoke up, "Aisha, I have a feeling that this is more than just a coincidence. It's like someone is trying to tell me something, but I don't know what."

Aisha nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean. It's like there's a hidden message behind all of this. But what could it be?"

Sivaangi's eyes sparkled with determination, "I'm going to find out. I need to know who's behind this and what they want from me."

Aisha smiled, knowing that Sivaangi's curiosity and determination would drive her to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Little did they know, the truth was far more surprising than they could have ever imagined.

Sivaangi decided to ask around, starting with her closest friends and regular customers at the cafe. She showed them the gifts and notes, asking if they recognized the handwriting or had any ideas who might be behind it.

One customer, a quiet and observant woman named Sarah, looked at the gifts carefully and said, "You know, I think I might have seen someone similar to this art style on a social media platform. Let me check and see if I can find it again."

Sivaangi's eyes lit up with hope. "That would be amazing, Sarah! Thank you so much!"

Sarah nodded and pulled out her phone, scrolling through her social media feeds. After a few moments, she exclaimed, "Ah-ha! I found it! It's a small art collective, and they have a very distinct style. Let me show you..."

Sivaangi leaned in, her heart racing with excitement. Was this the lead she had been searching for.

As Sarah showed her the social media page, Sivaangi's eyes widened with recognition. The art style was unmistakable - the same vibrant colors, the same whimsical patterns. It was the same artist who had created the gifts.

"This is it!" Sivaangi exclaimed. "This is the same art style. Who are they? Do they have a name?"

Sarah nodded. "They call themselves 'The Creative Kind'. They're a group of artists who collaborate on projects and share their work on social media."