Started on- 29th June, 2024
Update- Every Saturday
Kaira Singhania 🥰 Ryan Malhotra
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Falling in love.
With someone whom I least expected.
He's different. No-opposite.
They say Opposites attract.
But... will we?
We never have normal conv...
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Kaira's Pov:
London—this place is always a good idea. The air alone can calm my anxious nerves. But for me, it's not about the bustling city life; it's about the peace of the countryside. After wandering through the city for a while, I grabbed a croissant and coffee from my favourite café before heading back to the parking lot. London has always been my happy place for as long as I can remember. Just the thought of living here fills me with excitement.
Papa had surprised me with a customised Porsche before I arrived, and naturally, he also hired a driver since I don't have a license here yet. I'll need to apply for one soon so I can finally say goodbye to the driver and enjoy driving on my own.
"Please drive to Oxford," I told the driver as I settled into the car, savouring my meal while we hit the road.
The drive was supposed to be two hours, but it took four. I stopped at every scenic location along the way, captivated by the beauty. I wrote a little, admired the surroundings, and even penned another letter to my dream man.
Finally, we arrived at my house—my dream room. I sat there, taking it all in. The soft pastel pink and white interior looked exactly how I'd imagined it. It was like a princess's room, and I couldn't help but smile. Despite everything, I had to remind myself—life is a balance. So, why not focus on the good? Why not celebrate this moment of being in Oxford, living in a space that feels like me?
The house was on the outskirts of Oxford, radiating an old-school, movie-like charm. Looking out the window, I saw a garden in full bloom, vibrant flowers swaying in the breeze. It felt surreal. I'm living the dream life of so many girls, and that's one big reason not to let thoughts of Ivaan or Sam weigh me down.
Pulling out my diary, I continued writing:
Today, I feel like a princess, all thanks to Papa. He's the reason I feel so at home, even in a place I knew nothing about a few months ago. I miss him. I miss Mumma, and I miss Dadi. I wonder what they're doing right now... probably missing me too, right? I'm going to meet Bhai tomorrow, and maybe... just maybe, I'll meet him—the guy whose voice lingers in my mind. The one I've been imagining.
Turning the page, a new thought crossed my mind, and I started to write something that wasn't about anyone else but me:
Here, in this new place, here at Oxford—I want to be me. Before I fall for anyone else, I want to fall for myself. I want to explore who I am. I want to dress beautifully, no matter if others are strolling around in their pyjamas. I want to feel pretty, but more importantly, I want to feel pretty in my own eyes. I want to live in my feminine energy. I want to wear pink—again.
For so many years in high school, I hated pink. They said pink was for girls, and girls were weak. So I faked hating this beautiful color, choosing black instead because they said that's what strong people wear. But now, I hate the way society forces us to define strength and weakness through colors. It's ridiculous.
