She's patrichor, the Earthy scent of first rainfall. The pleasant aroma makes you wonder, makes you feel different in a nicer way, it makes you believe how wonderful the entity is and suddenly everything around you starts looking pleasing to the eye...
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She huffs heavily in the feeling of humiliation. “I knew, he is distant. He has ability to pick out people and throw them aside as waste of tangerine. I knew from the beginning.” Ahana murmurs tiredly to herself.
He left leaving her behind as always, though he isn’t wrong. Sudden encounter with an opposite gender would surprise anyone, specially with the one you detest. He has been through alike situation on few occasional times but her was unaccepted, too unfamiliar. Pushing her away was the best he could come up with.
No doubt she’s embarrassed of her own actions, she would never do something stupidest as invaliding personal space of anyone. Not even in her worst phase, not even when she has to go from horrible ride of emotions. He was her first or say exceptional out of all the men she has came across.
And she regret it, she hates how much influence he has upon her. What’s even so special about him that she doesn’t get a single thought of her self regard. The way she behaved was not acceptable, not at all.
But his face, those eyes of honeycomb and face that is never seen before. his existence is enough to make her jittery.
He has features of someone you can look at it from new lunar moon till it ends and start all over again from the begin. His eyes are memorising enough to have them as possession of your own and alcohol gives them silver lining of seduction. She couldn’t aid with her subconscious but urge to look at them from near, close enough to sit on his lap and stare at them until the craving of her heart gets fulfilled.
But not anymore.
She’s fucking Ahana Raichand and she wouldn’t let him have another possibility of making mockery of her.
She comes back to her cabin in sour state of mind, to get done with remaining work she had left behind before meeting with him. “Trisha, make sure I don’t come across Daksh, nowhere near him or anywhere.” She exclaimed to her secretary. He doesn’t like her behaviour, its written on his face and she is not a fool to give him one more chance to be ridicule with her emotions.
“why, just in the morning you wanted to know his whereabouts.” Trisha says getting confused. She really likes him and everyone around her can predict but then why sudden changes.
Ahana sternly gaze in her direction, she hates being answerable to anyone. “is it in your profile to take my interrogation?” she snaps at her shaking head. He was enough to pissed her off. “I don’t want to see him and you’ll make sure of it.”
First the man she is finding for years is vanished in the world people said to be small.
If the world was supposed to tiny, she would have found him in a blink of eye. But that’s not true, it is vast. Too enormous to even have second glimpse of person you adore in that moment.
And to add more to it, he shamefaced her. Isn’t it indigestible, the man she finds desirable isn’t ready to pay an ounce of heed in her path.
In about an hour she wraps up her work and leaves for home. Her car was silently waiting in parking lot till the time Toyota Camry arrived which was booked by Trisha for herself. She shouldn’t have shout at her but afterword regret are nothing less than fallen leaves. You can't mend them back once it's winter.
