"Three heart's, three rhythms, one love."
In the symphony of life, three hearts beat to disparate rhythms, weaving a complex tapestry of love, secrets, and desire.
Shaan, the charming virtuoso, harmonizes duty and passion, his melody captivating all...
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Shaan zarren
As I pulled into my aunt's driveway at 3 AM, the porch lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the night.
The memory of her lingered, she stood before me, her petite frame seeming almost fragile. Her almond-shaped brown eyes had shone brightly, and her raven-black hair had framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. I was taken aback by her beauty, and for a moment, I had considered silencing her with a gentle touch. But something about her had captivated me, and I felt an inexplicable pull. She had seemed divine, and i couldn't resist. I kissed her.
My mother, waiting up for me, rushed to the door. Her expression shifted from concern to gentle scolding. "Sweetheart, why didn't you sleep yet?" I said, I affectionately refer to my mother as sweetheart, she's kind and a sweet soul.
Her voice was laced with worry. "Where were you? Is this the time you come back home? And why didn't you pick up my call?" Her words spilled out in rapid succession.
I enveloped her in a reassuring hug, "Shh, sweetheart, I'm hungry." I said, conjuring my most disarming puppy face. Her anger dissipated, replaced by warmth. A soft smile spread across her face. "Come, I'll prepare something for you." I chuckled, following her to the kitchen.
She handed me a steaming Plate. "Eat, beta. I get anxious when you don't answer my calls. You know I worry about you."
"I know, sweetheart. Sorry, I was caught up," I replied, meeting her concerned gaze.
"You're always caught up shaan, but-" she said, tears welling up in her eyes. I cut in, "No, sweetheart, smile for me now." Though her smile seemed forced. She managed one nonetheless. My mother had single-handedly raised me after my father's passing, filling every void with unconditional love.
"Don't worry." I said, forcing a smile to hide my emotions. "Your son is strong." After finishing my meal, fatigue consumed me. With a 10 AM shoot looming, I succumbed to sleep, wrapped in my mother's warmth.
The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and energized, the excitement of the day's shoot coursing through my veins. After completing my morning routine, i dressed and prepared for the long day ahead.
I arrived at the studio at 9.45 AM, the photographer and crew were already setting up for the day's shoot. My upcoming album, "Echoes" was nearing release, and these photos would be the perfect teaser.
My stylish greeted me with a warm smile, holding up a rack of sleek outfits. "Today's theme is edgy-chic, shaan. We're going for bold, provocative, and utterly captivating." I nodded, envisioning the album's aesthetics.
The photographer, Zack, briefed me on the concept. "We'll be playing with the shadows, light and texture. Think intense, brooding, and seductive." I grinned, knowing this would be perfect for Echoes. As the make-up artist worked her magic, I sipped my coffee and reviewed the album's tracklist.
"Lost in your eyes." "Fading away." "Whispers in the dark." "Shattered dreams."
The crew finished setting up, and Zack called out, "Let's get started, shaan!" I took a deep breath, slipped into character, and stepped into the spotlight. The camera clicked away, capturing my intensity and passion, my mind began to wander. Ruhi's captivating smile and sparkling eyes lingered in my thoughts, refusing to be shaken off. I couldn't believe how profoundly she had affected me in just one encounter.
Zack's voice broke through my reverie. "Shaan, let's try different angle." I nodded, refocusing on the task at hand.
The shoot concluded, and as I changed out of my outfit, my fingers instinctively reached my phone. I hesitated, tempted to text Ruhi. But caution held me back.
What was i thinking? I'd met her just last night, and like a fool, I'd kissed her without even knowing her. And to make matters more complicated, she is a fan. I shook my head, chuckling wryly. "Shaan, you're not thinking straight," I muttered to myself.
I made my way to the waiting car, where my driver, vikram and bodyguards, stood at attention.
"All set, sir?" Vikram asked, opening the door. I nodded, settling into the plush leather seat. "Yes, let's head back."
The car navigated through the city streets, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd over-stepped. Love, to me, is a myth—a fleeting illusion that only led to disappointment. I'd seen it time and again in the industry, where relationships were mere facades.
I didn't want to give false expectations to anyone, especially someone I barely knew. The thought unsettled me.
The car pulled up to my aunt's home, and i welcomed the distraction. My mother and aunt were busy in the living room, engrossed in their respective tasks. My uncle was in the backyard, tending to his garden.
I exchanged brief greetings with my family before retreating to my room. The silence enveloped me like a shroud, and i collapsed onto my bed, letting out a deep sigh.
Just as I closed my eyes, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I hesitated before picking it up.
Ruhi's text stared back at me: "Hi, can we talk?....hehe." my heart skipped a beat. Her message was tentative, cautious—a far cry from boldness I'd expected from a fan.
I stared at the screen, torn. Part of me wanted to respond, to explore this connection. Another part screamed caution, reminding me of my reservations.
My thumbs hovered over the keyboard, indecisive.
What would I say? Would I open the door to possibilities or shut it firmly closed?
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