Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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Ayra's POV
I got a flashback of my college days, when the entire campus was buzzing with excitement as we prepared for the Annual Art Festival. There was a palpable energy among everyone, as each of us strived to outdo ourselves in our respective fields, and yet, we all shared a sense of camaraderie and fun.
I stood on the rickety ladder, my hands grasping for stability as I struggled to untangle the strings of lights that would soon adorn the stage's curved edges. The wires seemed to have a life of their own, twisting and turning in impossible knots that refused to yield to my tugging.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my hair, tied back in a messy ponytail, escaped in wispy strands that tickled my neck. My light yellow hoodie, with its soft fabric and faded logo, was a comforting presence as I worked, while my blue jeans, dusty from the ladder, seemed to be a badge of honor in the midst of the creative chaos.
The auditorium was transformed into a vibrant spectacle, with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures that seemed to dance in the flickering light. The classic red curtains, intricately draped and tied with golden tassels, framed the stage like a masterpiece. The air was alive with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, carefully arranged in delicate bouquets that seemed to sway to the rhythm of the music drifting from the sound system. The sound of hammers pounding, drills whirring, and laughter echoing through the hall created a symphony of creativity that was infectious. Everyone's faces aglow with excitement, as each of us worked tirelessly to bring our artistic visions to life.
As I worked, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm ambiance over the auditorium, I felt a sense of pride and belonging. We were all working together to create something truly special, a celebration that would be remembered for years to come. The Annual Art Festival was more than just an event - it was a tradition, a legacy that our college had built over the years, and we were determined to make this year's festival the best one yet.
Aarush appeared out of nowhere, his voice echoing up to me with a hint of amusement, "Hey, what's with the death wish? Why are you climbing so high?"
As I gazed down at him, my heart skipped a beat ,I took in his chiseled features, his messy hair perfectly imperfect, with a subtle curl at the nape of his neck that added to his effortless charm. His bright smile, a radiant beam of warmth that seemed to light up the entire auditorium, was directed straight at me, and I felt my cheeks flush with a gentle warmth. He was looking as great as always, his presence commanding attention without even trying. I put a hint of a smile on my face, trying to play it cool, "Oh... I was putting these lights here."
Aarush chuckled and shook his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I can see that. But why are you doing it yourself? You should've asked someone else to do it."
