☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
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Driti:
"Me and Driti met in university," Zora said, explaining the connection between us.
Her tone was casual, but it provided the clarity Riya needed. It was clear that our relationship had been formed during our time at university, adding a layer of history to our current dynamics.
"Oh, I see. Okay, wait, let me follow Bhabhi on Insta," Riya said, opening her Instagram app.
She swiftly searched for my profile and followed me, eager to stay connected and keep up with my updates. It was a simple gesture that helped bridge the gap and foster a sense of camaraderie.
"Bhabhi, your artworks are amazing!" Riya said with a wow expression, her dimples showing as she admired the paintings. "Did you sell them? Or do you have any collections?"
Her genuine enthusiasm made me smile, and I felt a sense of warmth and connection. Riya's presence and demeanor made her feel like a younger sister I had always wanted. Despite the challenges of being younger, her excitement and affection were comforting and brought me joy.
"Yeah, I do," I replied, a smile forming on my lips. "I've had a few pieces sold and also keep a collection of my work."
Sharing this with Riya felt natural, and her enthusiasm for my art made the conversation enjoyable and heartfelt. It was nice to connect with her over something so personal.
"Bhabhi, then you should start painting again," Riya encouraged with a bright smile.
Her suggestion was genuine and supportive, and it reminded me of the joy I used to find in painting. It was a comforting thought to consider picking up my brushes once more.
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling her," Zora added. "Or ask Vyaan to give you some space as an art studio; I'm sure he will agree."
Her suggestion was practical, but I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and disbelief. Despite knowing about my complicated relationship with Vyaan, Zora seemed optimistic about his willingness to help. It was a bit perplexing how these well-meaning suggestions sometimes clashed with the reality of our situation.
"At first, I never knew it was the same Vyaan you were referring to," Zora continued, her voice filled with realization. "But when he mentioned the bride's name, I got to know."
Riya, who was clearly confused by the conversation, looked between us with a puzzled expression. She was trying to piece together the details of what Zora was explaining, adding to the complexity of the situation.
"So, ask Vyaan once," Zora suggested with a hopeful tone.
She seemed to genuinely believe that a direct conversation with Vyaan might clear up any misunderstandings and possibly lead to a more supportive arrangement for my painting.
"What about the exam? It's the last semester," I asked, raising a concern about the timing.
Balancing painting with my academic responsibilities was important, and I needed to consider how to manage both effectively, especially with the final exams approaching.
