[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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As I emerged from the office building, wearing my coat, I was already running late due to an unexpected meeting with Mr. Singhania that had lasted over an hour. I had sent the location of the cafe to her, and now I was eager to leave.
I turned to Ekansh, who was standing nearby, and instructed, "Begin working on the plot we discussed, but first, go and inspect it personally."
Ekansh nodded and replied, "I'll check it out. You go, you're already running late."
I nodded in agreement and headed towards my car. As I walked away, Ekansh yelled out, "All the best!"
I got into my car and drove off, my mind preoccupied with the meeting ahead.
Earlier that morning, I had called her and expressed my desire to discuss something important regarding her earrings. She had agreed readily, and I knew this was my chance to make things right.
Apart from the earrings, I had no other excuse to meet her, and I was determined to make the most of this opportunity.
I reminded myself that life had given me another chance, and I was not going to let it slip away. With a sense of determination, I drove towards the cafe.
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As I entered the cafe, a notification on my phone caught my attention, but I ignored it and stepped inside.
The moment I opened the door, I was met with a cacophony of loud and strange noises.
Scanning the cafeteria, I was shocked to see her engaged in a heated argument with someone, their faces red with anger, holding each other's collars.
The waitresses were trying to intervene, holding her back, while the patrons watched in astonishment.
I felt a surge of frustration, realizing I was late to the scene. "What's going on here?" I demanded sternly, my voice cutting through the chaos.
The attention shifted to me, and even she turned to face me, her anger momentarily subsiding.
I approached them, and the waitresses, sensing my authority, released their grip on her. "Let everyone know they should mind their own business. I've got this covered," I instructed, and the manager nodded, dispersing the crowd.
As I walked away from the confrontation, I couldn't help but notice the girl who had been fighting with her now avoiding eye contact, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. I knew Aarti was still seething with anger, and I gently took her hand to lead her out of the situation.
But as soon as we stepped outside, her anger boiled over. "Why did you drag me out of there? I'm not done with that girl yet!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with fury.
