White Tulips

Prologue

Isha's heart raced as she stepped into the new city, the unfamiliar landscape unfolding before her. She made her way to her new apartment, where she shed her travel weariness with a refreshing bath and slipped into a comfortable new outfit, ready to embrace her fresh start.

Isha's phone rang, displaying "Professor Verma" on the screen. She answered, curious about the unexpected call.

Professor verma is isha's college professor who always helped her in her work.

Isha: Hello, Professor Verma?

Professor Verma: Isha, hope you're doing well. I have some unexpected news. We've had to move up the cultural exhibition to day after tomorrow.

Isha: (surprised) Day after tomorrow? But it was next month na! I just moved to a new city!

Professor Verma: I know, I know - it's last-minute. But we really need your participation, Isha. You're one of our star students, and your project is an essential part of the exhibition.

Isha: (sighs) Okay... I'll make it work. I'll figure out a way to get there.

Professor Verma: (firmly but kindly) Isha, we really need you there. Can you make the necessary arrangements to attend?

Isha: (determined) Yes, Professor. I'll book my travel and accommodation. I'll be there.

Professor Verma: (impressed) Great, Isha! I knew I could count on you. See you day after tomorrow!

Isha: Yeah, see you then. Bye!

Professor Verma: Bye, Isha!

Isha finished her call with Professor Verma, her stomach growling with hunger. She slipped on her shoes, the soft leather enveloping her feet. As she approached the eatery, the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee beans tantalized her senses.

But before she could savor the flavors, a sly thief snatched her bag from behind. "Hey! Stop! That's mine!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the streets. The culprit vanished into the crowd, leaving her with nothing.

Rohan, a passerby with piercing brown eyes and a kind face, rushed to her side. "Hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" he asked, his concern palpable.

Rohan Mehra: Tall, dark hair, chiseled features, and a bright, captivating smile that hints at his mischievous personality. Piercing eyes that seem to see right through, and a strong jawline that exudes confidence.

Isha explained the theft, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. Rohan listened attentively, his expression empathetic. "Let's report this to the police," he suggested, his calm demeanor reassuring.

At the station, Isha realized her keys and phone were in the stolen bag. "I can't go home now," she said, feeling stranded and helpless.

Just then, Rohan's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He answered, his conversation with his dad a gentle hum in the background.

"Hey, Dad," he said, his voice warm. "I'm running a bit behind. Sorry about that."

"Where are you, son?" his dad asked, his voice booming through the phone. "You're supposed to be here an hour ago! Your mom's getting worried."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I got held up. But I have a friend with me, and she's in a bit of a situation," Rohan explained, his words measured.

"Ah, okay. Well, bring your friend along! The more, the merrier. We'll catch up soon," his dad said, his tone warm and inviting.

After the call, Rohan turned to Isha with a warm smile. "Want to join me at my parent's anniversary party? You can't go home, and I can't leave you stranded. Plus, my parents would love to meet you!"

Isha hesitated, unsure about crashing a family party. "I don't know, Rohan. I don't want to intrude."

Rohan's expression turned reassuring. "Trust me, my parents would love to meet you. They're always happy to meet new people. And it's not every day I get to bring a friend to a family gathering."

Isha still looked uncertain. "But what if I feel out of place?"

Rohan's smile was warm and encouraging. "You won't. I promise. My family's nice, and they're very welcoming. And I'll be right there with you."

Isha took a deep breath, weighing her options. She didn't know Rohan well, but there was something about his kind eyes and gentle manner that put her at ease. "Okay, fine," she said finally, a small smile playing on her lips. "But if I get too uncomfortable, I'm blaming you."

Rohan grinned, relieved. "Deal! Let's head there. My dad will be happy to see me, finally!"

As they walked to the party venue, Isha felt a sense of trepidation mixed with curiosity. What would this night bring?

Heyaa all! it's my first story ever. I hope you'll like it. Please vote❤️