[A DESI ROMANTIC LOVE STORY]
Meeting you was destined, otherwise, coincidences wouldn't have been so beautiful.
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~World say that the moon is the prettiest, but I bet even the moon gets shy infront of her!~
𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 a 2...
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Ekansh was about to bid me goodnight, but a sudden phone ringtone stopped him in his tracks.
The sound lasted for only three seconds before fading away. I knew exactly where it came from.
Ekansh turned back slowly, his eyes scanning the room in confusion before settling on me.
"What was that sound?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
I let out a sigh, shaking my head in disbelief. "You should get some rest, Ekansh. I think your ears are playing tricks on you," I said, patting his shoulder.
But Ekansh was insistent. "No, I'm telling you, I heard something!" he exclaimed.
I gave him a knowing look. "Ekansh, I told you, there's nothing going on," I said firmly.
Ekansh rolled his eyes at me and went out.
I closed the door behind him.
"Come out", I said, my voice firm and detached.
She emerged from the washroom, her eyes darting around the room.
"Has he left?", she asked, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
I didn't respond. Instead, I walked towards her, my strides purposeful. I stopped in front of her, my eyes narrowing slightly. She flinched, but I didn't react.
Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Her eyes were piercing, and I felt myself getting lost in their depths. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. It was like I was trapped.
My inner voice screamed at me to stay away, to keep my distance. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I felt myself leaning in, drawn to her like a magnet.
I didn't want her around me. I didn't want to get tangled in her web. But my heart betrayed me, pounding in my chest like a drum. I clenched my jaw, trying to regain control.
But it was too late. I was already lost. Lost in her eyes, lost in her presence. I didn't know how to escape.
Isn't she is your earing girl?
My inner voice whispered to me.
No!! She is not, she can't be, I thought, trying to convince myself.
She was different, unique. She was the first woman in my life who had a hold on me, who could control me, rule over me, need me, want me.
But now, my feelings were getting distracted by this motor mouth.
I couldn't be selfish with my earring girl.
"Leave from here", I finally said, breaking the silence.
