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✧ Sweet childhood bestfriends suddenly got separated from each other?
✧ Siddharth the extrovert, dramatic, excited guy met a girl who's completely opposite version of him.
✧ Tanvi the introvert, heartbrok...
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My alarm shattered the peace, and I woke up, stretching my arms. A hot shower revived me, and I headed downstairs for breakfast.
Dad and Yasha were already there, preparing for Yasha's school admission. "Good morning, peeps!" I exclaimed.
"Bhaiiii!" Yasha chimed, her chocolate tone infectious.(brother)
Dad's serious tone caught my attention. "Sidu beta, I want to talk to you."(dear)
I sat beside him, and Mom brought my breakfast.
"Siddharth, our neighbor, Santosh, is a business acquaintance. I want you to learn from Santosh," Dad said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Um, okay. But why?"
Dad's enthusiasm was contagious. "Santosh will guide you in business strategies and basics."
After agreeing, I spent the day playing with Yasha and Mom.
Evening arrived, and Dad announced, "Get ready, we're dining at Singhania's house."
I dressed quickly, wearing a simple black shirt and pants.
We arrived at the Singhania's residence, and I felt a strange sensation but ignored it.
Santosh Uncle welcomed us warmly, and we settled into the beautifully designed living room.
As the adults discussed business and gossip, I grew restless. Yasha played games on my phone, sitting on my lap.
Aunty finally suggested dinner, and I smiled, relieved.
At the dining table, Dad asked, "Where's your daughter?"
Aunty hesitated. "She's a bit introverted."
Dad chuckled. "Our Sid will make her talk; he's so talkative."
Aunty's expression turned cautious. "She has anger issues."
My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Can I call her for dinner?"
Aunty nodded, pointing to her room. "But be warned, she might say something harsh."
I climbed the stairs, intrigued. Knocking on her door received no response, so I entered.
The room mesmerized me - four walls with different colors, an organized study table, and a cupboard with decorative lights, a punching bag and beautiful arts. Guitar leaned on wall.
She lay on her bed, face hidden. My curiosity increased to see her, I Walk to her side to see her.
Her hand under her head, a hair strand was blocking my view so I gently carefully removed it and tucked it behind her ear. Her honey skin so beautiful, her lips looking so soft and pink.
For a moment, I forgot why I came. I felt an inexplicable connection, as if I'd known her before.
Shaking off the feeling, I chose not to disturb her and returned downstairs.
"She's sleeping," I reported.
Uncle and Aunty exchanged a knowing glance.
We proceeded with dinner, and Santosh Uncle offered guidance in business.
As we left, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd already seen her.
I lay on my bed but can't get out of her thoughts. Why even I'm thinking about her. I felt like we have been knowing eachother from very start.
