❝ SHE IS MY EVERYTHING, AND WITHOUT HER, I'M NOTHING AND NO MATTER HOW BIG THE WAVES GET OR HOW FAR THE TIDES TAKE US, I KNOW THAT WE WILL ALWAYS FIND OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER❞
Ranveer Rajvansh, a man of power and wealth,
Had it all, except his hi...
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•Ranveer •
Never in my life have I felt what I feel with her. I’ve never had this kind of pull, never even spared a glance at a woman for more than a second. And yet, here she is, the girl I can’t stop staring at, like she’s holding me in some kind of spell.
"Just teenage hormones," Rudransh said.
But I don't believe it.
If it's just that, why her? Why only her? Why is it that when she walks into the room, my world slows down? Why do my thoughts circle around her like she's the center of everything? Why not anyone else?
Why her?
There's something more. Something deeper. Something I can't explain but can’t ignore. It’s like my heart knows something I don’t.
Even simply sitting beside her feels surreal. She held the chai cup tightly looking at the beautiful sunset. I removed my camera and clicking her in my lense.
She looked at me peripheral view narrowing his eyes at me. As I surrender my hands dropping my phone in my lap. She took the hold of it. And smiled.
" It turned out good " she said and i smiled.
Ofcourse it had to. Because it's you.
" I'll put this on my story " she said and then I remembered I glared at her.
" You still haven't accepted my friend request on Instagram ” I said and she smiled cheapishly.
" Yeah back then you weren't exactly nice to me” she said and I pressed my lips together.
" "But now I am. So, what are you waiting for?" I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. She sighed, pulling out her phone. As she typed in my name, I was right at the top of the search. She hit the follow button, and almost instantly, my phone pinged.
I sent her a request since her account was private, and she accepted it right away.
"Like my picture," I said, watching her eyes widen in surprise.
"What?" she gasped, as if she couldn’t believe I’d ask something like that.
Honestly, I never cared about likes, follows, or comments. But on every one of my posts, I wanted her like on each one of them.
I smirked, leaning closer, my voice low. "Come on, it's not that hard. Just tap that little heart."
She shook her head, half-amused, half-stunned. "You really expect me to go through all your pictures and like them?"
