Here's Chapter 19!
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Trayaksh looked at her, "I should also give you a nickname, right?"
Ananya nodded, "Sure."
He had originally planned to call her Kenzi, but something in the moment made him change his mind.
"Anya."
Ananya blinked, letting the name sink in.
Anya....
"Our name should align together, no?" He added with a slight smile.
A warm, unfamiliar sensation coursed through her veins.
This warmth wasn't comfort. No.
It was something more intense.
It felt different, like a spark igniting in a blacksmith's furnace, where molten metal glowed with brilliant heat.
Unknowingly, a smile began to form on her lips.
Zap!
A quiet but powerful current zapped through the circuit of his brain, cutting of all its function as only one thing hung mid-way.
Her dazzling smile.
She was smiling....at him?
Smiling at him.
At. Fucking. Him.
Trayaksh's jaw nearly fell open, his mind struggling to grasp the sight before him.
He blinked once. Twice. Fucking thrice.
Was my Kenzi smiling at me?
My Anya was finally giving me the thing I was craving for?
"Aksh!"
Her voice broke through his daze. Ananya was waving a hand in front of his face, her brows furrowed with concern.
"Yeah."
"I've been calling your name, but you seemed...." away. She finished in her head.
He rubbed his eyes, "Sorry." Feeling a little overwhelmed.
Her expression softened. "It's okay. I just wanted to thank you."
"For what?" He asked, curious.
"NDIMS mein mera admission karwane ke liye."
"Anan-"
"You don't know how many dreams are tied to it." She interrupted him.
As she began speaking, Trayaksh decided to listen.
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