She desired love,
He gave her the hate.
She was neglected,
He was the most respected.
She was calm ocean,
He was thunderous sky.
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Book 1 in 'arranged' series
Started on: 8 August 2024
Ended on:
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"Don't you dare,My Neh...
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Reyansh stepped out of his apartment, the evening air cool against his skin. He had just moved into the neighborhood,his apartment beside aradhya and Karan's apartment.
His eyes gazed on aradhya who just came back from the work. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Reyansh’s eyes softened, filled with a deep, unspoken love.
They were cold, filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. She hadn’t forgiven him for the past, and the sight of him only reignited her pain.
“Aradhya,” Reyansh said softly, taking a step forward.
She stiffened, her grip tightening on the door handle. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice laced with bitterness.
“I just moved in,” he replied, gesturing towards his apartment.
"You did it on purpose didn't you?"she asked him.
He scratched his neck and looked at her innocently before speaking"i did not know you lived here"
'liar'she muttered under her breath.
“Well, now you do,” she said curtly, turning away from him. “Stay out of my way.”
Just as Aradhya was about to step inside, Reyansh reached out and gently held her pinky finger. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through both of them, like an electric current sparking between their skin.
Aradhya froze, her breath catching in her throat. The warmth of his touch was familiar yet foreign, stirring emotions she had tried to bury. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his once more.
“Please, Aradhya,” Reyansh whispered, his voice barely audible. “Just hear me out.”
For a moment, she stood there, torn between the urge to pull away and the inexplicable pull of his touch.
But the pain was still too raw. With a sharp intake of breath, she pulled her hand away, breaking the connection. “Don’t,” she said, her voice trembling. “Just don’t.”
her eyes still cold but now tinged with a hint of sadness. “I can’t forgive you, Reyansh,” she said, her voice trembling. “You hurt me too much.”
“I’ll do anything for your forgiveness,” he pleaded, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hope.
Aradhya took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “Anything?” she asked, a challenge in her tone.
“Anything,” he confirmed, his voice steady.
“Then bring a dead flower back to life,” she said, her words cutting through the air like a knife. She knew it was impossible, a task meant to convey the depth of her pain and the impossibility of her forgiveness.
