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Abhira trembled at the sharp sound of lightning, her eyes widening in surprise. She was taken aback when Armaan completed her sentence, leaving her wondering if he possessed some sort of magical mind-reading abilities. A flurry of thoughts swirled in her head, each one more bewildering than the last. How did he understand her unspoken words? Was he somehow attuned to her thoughts?
Despite the brief time they'd spent together, Abhira found herself drawn to Armaan's company. His unexpected insight had left her both startled and intrigued. As she struggled to process her thoughts, Armaan's voice broke through her reverie.
"Abhira... Abhira..."
She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Y... yes?"
Armaan's gaze was laced with concern, his eyes searching hers for answers.
"Are you okay?"
Abhira's confusion deepened, unsure what Armaan was trying to convey. She followed his gaze, and her eyes widened as she realized she was clutching his shirt tightly around his wrist. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly released her grip, her heart racing with a mix of emotions.
"I am extremely sorry. Actually main thodi dar gayi thi. I'm okay. I'm okay... Sorry."
Abhira attempted to clarify her thoughts to Armaan, but he gently interrupted her, his voice soothing and calming.
"Relax, Abhira... Ap itna tension kyun le rhi hai? It's absolutely fine. And please, bat bat pe sorry bolna band kijiye. Koi crime nhi kiya hai apne. I understand. Don't stress yourself."
As Armaan spoke, a gentle smile began to form on Abhira's face, her lips curving upward slightly. Her eyes, still locked on Armaan's, shone with a mix of relief and gratitude. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders, as if Armaan's words had somehow absolved her of her worries. The warmth in his tone and the kindness in his eyes put her at ease, making her feel like everything would be okay.
"Sir, Ma'am, your order."
the waiter announced, placing their plates in front of them. Armaan smiled and thanked him before turning to Abhira.
"I don't know if you've tried their food before, but their pasta is absolutely amazing. Ekbar yeh kha liya na to aap ise kabhi bhul nhi paoge."
Abhira raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking,
"You've been here many times, sahi kaha na?"
Armaan's smile confirmed her suspicion.
"Bohot bar. Even Rohit bhi to bohot bar aaya hai yaha mere sath. Now, let's not talk too much. Start eating. Itne tasty pasta ko wait karana acha nhi hota."
Abhira nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
As she took her first bite, Abhira's eyes widened in delight. The flavors danced on her taste buds, and she felt like she was in culinary heaven. Armaan was right; it was incredibly tasty. She regretted not ordering a second plate.
