Glimpse ࿐ ࿔･ﾟ
"Keh do..!" he said, pulling her closer.
("Say it..!")
"Kya..?", she said while trying to maintain distance.
("What..?")
"Vahi jo tumhari yeh aankhein bayaan krti hai", he whispered in her ears and pulled her closer.
("The thing that y...
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"Najane yeh kaisi mohabbat hai,
("Don't know what kind of love this is,)
Baat nahi hoti par dil ko fiqr bas teri hai"
(We don't talk, yet my heart is only concerned about you.")❣️
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Ayaansh woke up and changed into his track pants and t-shirt, heading straight to the gym for his morning workout. After finishing his routine, he showered and got dressed in a sharp tuxedo. Stepping into the hall, he saw his mom struggling to feed Ashi, who was running around, refusing to sit still.
Ayaansh walked over with a smile, scooping Ashi up into his arms. "Baccha, aise dadi ko tang nahi karte," he said gently, setting her down on the chair.
("Don't tease Grandma like that.")
With his presence, Ashi finally calmed down and began eating. They all sat together for breakfast, and after finishing, Ayaansh pressed a kiss on both his mother and Ashi's foreheads before grabbing his blazer and heading out for the office.
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As Ayaansh entered the office, he was greeted by his staff with their usual enthusiasm. Making his way to his cabin, Siya greeted him with a smile and began briefing him on his day's schedule. However, his attention was momentarily distracted by the faint smell of lavender in the air. It triggered something inside him-a memory, a feeling-making him pausing for a second.
"Siya," he interrupted, "Who sprayed this air freshener?"
"Sir, I asked the peon to spray it. Why, sir? What happened?" she asked, sensing his shift in mood.
Ayaansh, keeping his tone calm, said, "Don't spray lavender from now on. I just... don't like it. Okay?"
Siya nodded, understanding, "Ok sir. Noted." She left the cabin while Ayaansh took a deep breath, trying to shake off the sudden memory the scent had stirred within him.
Manvi was busy working on her laptop when Anvesha entered her cabin. Her gaze shifted from the screen to her boss as she quickly stood up. "Ma'am, you should've called me. Hum aa jaate aapke cabin mei," Manvi said politely.
("I would have come to your cabin.")
Anvesha, with a playful chuckle, waved it off. "Oh, come on, Manvi. Don't make me feel like an aunty!"
