𝑨𝒗𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒙 𝑱𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊
"So it was all a lie then?" she asked looking at his dark orbs which once she found enchanting, but now all they reflected were hatered towards her.
"How could you do this to me Avyaansh? To US?" she cried out, but...
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I exit the last class of my day , which was thankfully Arts. The only reason why I go through all of these hectic classes in my schedule is so I get to attend Arts at the end of the day.
If it isn't clear already, Yes Arts is my favourite subject not just because I want to be a fashion designer, but also because Arts is something I really enjoy doing.
I can let my imagination run wild , I don't have to think before I draw, I can paint anything, I can draw anything I wish for, it gives me freedom and a sense of peace.
I was really small when my father passed away, I never got to feel what it was like to get a father's love , sleep in his warm embrace or to feel protected and, then my Mumma got me into Arts and it has been the only constant thing in my life apart from my Mumma obviously.
Then I got a really special gift from God which was my best friend Jhanvi and her parents, they treated me and mumma with so much love and respect. I really couldn't have asked for a better friend.
I let a small smile take over my face as I think about my past it has been difficult but I couldn't have done anything without these people in my life.
"You know, You look less scary when you smile like that".
My feet come to a halt as I hear that deep voice I look up and, there standing in front of me is none other than Arnav Singh Rathore.
He stands in front of me leaning back on my scooty his hands folded in front of his broad chest and his muscles flexing. Geez!!! Just how much does this guy workouts?
His brown hair with a hint of golden shining bright in the afternoon sun as some of it falls on his forehead giving it a messy look. He looks like he doesn't even have to put efforts to look like that.
