Drenched Heart's || COMPLETED✔️||

🌸Colliding Worlds🌸

"Yaaa, Boba Tea!" she heard a loud, husky voice calling out. Ignoring the shout, she proceeded to move forward. Just as she was about to turn towards the corridor, a hand pulled her, and she bumped into a hard chest. "Miss Boba Tea, were you ignoring me?" a husky, deep voice whispered into her ear.

Arushi: "Yaaa, leave my hand! And what's with this Miss Boba Tea, huh? Weren't you satisfied with ruining my day yesterday?"

Aahan: "Aww, why so mean, babygirl—oops, Miss Boba Tea?"

Arushi: "Don't ever try to get close to me. And yaa—" she said, tiptoeing and whispering in his ear, "I am not being mean, daddy—oops, freaky creature." She flipped her hair and walked towards the classroom.

Aahan's POV:

"Daddy, huh?" Damn, that was seductive, but hell, she is freaking annoying. Aish, this Miss Boba Tea is quite interesting. She thinks I'm not going to irritate her? "Hell ya, babygirl, I will irritate the hell out of you," I smirked at the thought of my new prey. "Yaaa, Captain, come fast! The match is gonna start," my teammate called out. "Miss Boba Tea, just wait. Our little game is gonna start soon," I thought as I moved towards the basketball court.

Aryan's POV:

As I entered my office, the previously chaotic atmosphere quieted down. Everyone jolted up from their seats and started to greet me.Employee 1: "Good morning, sir, and congratulations on the exhibition."

I nodded in acknowledgment. "Rathee, come to my cabin," I called to my PA. "Rathee, did you bring that?" I asked while signing the documents. 

Suddenly, a book was placed on my table. I took it in my hand and said, "Good. Now go and verify these documents again."

"Sir, but these documents are already verified," Rathee replied.

"Do what I am saying," I insisted, and told him to get going. As he left, I opened the door to my secret room. I walked towards my bed and sat down. 

"Gosh, I don't know how long I've been waiting for this," I whispered to myself while gazing at the book in my hand. "I am in love with this book and the author's imagination."

End of his pov:

Anjali's POV:

As I reached my publisher's office, I asked, "Hello sir, can I come in?" before stepping into his cabin."Yeah, yeah, come in," he said. "Anjali, congratulations!"

"Huh, for what?" I asked, feeling clueless.

"The book—well, it's doing great," he said, and my eyes sparkled like a child's. "Really?"

"Yup, really. And here you go, these are the gift cards from your readers," he said, handing them over to me.

End of her  Pov:

She was so happy after receiving such a tremendous amount of appreciation for her work. This work was what her eyes had dreamed of, but sometimes the eyes that hold dreams also hold the memories of a harsh past.