They were all outside the farmhouse the next day, loading their bags into the car.
"Tanu di—" Aahan started, but his words were cut off by Anjali.
"Aahan, Arushi, I'll come with you."
They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them, and turned to look at Aryan. He stood there, quiet and contemplative, his gaze fixed on Anjali.
"Oh, okay," Arushi said, sensing the tension in the air. She could feel that something was off, but she didn't press it.
While Tanishka was happy that she would get to spend time with Aryan, as everyone got seated, Anjali sat with Aahan and Arushi in Aahan's car, while Tanishka sat with Aryan in his car.
**Anjali's POV:**
"Aryan's confession has been circling in my mind all night," she thought, her heart heavy.
*"I'm not right for him... I'm not worthy of love. No, I'm not."*
A lonely tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, as if erasing the evidence of her vulnerability.
*"I don't know what to do,"* she pondered, her thoughts spiraling.
*"I feel everything for Aryan that I'm scared of."*
Each moment spent with Aryan brought warmth, yet a lingering fear clutched at her heart.
* "I'm afraid... If I love him, will he understand me, or will he walk away when he sees my past?"*Anjali took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
*"Who do I listen to? My heart, or my fear?"*
The internal conflict swirled within her, leaving her feeling both hopeful and vulnerable. She needed to find the courage to face whatever lay ahead.
As the car continued down the road, she gazed out the window, searching for clarity in the passing scenery.
*"I don't want to be apart from Aryan, but will I be able to find myself with him by my side?"*
As they reached Anjali's house, Arushi and Anjali stepped out of the car. Aryan, who was about to help with the luggage, was stopped when she softly said,
"It's okay, I'll do it," her voice barely a whisper.
His gaze was fixed on her, even as everyone said their goodbyes. He continued to watch her, hoping she would turn around. Tanishka's voice snapped him back to reality, irritation evident in her tone.
"Let's go, Aryan."
*Did I make a mistake by confessing?* Aryan thought to himself, feeling the weight of Anjali's silence and apparent avoidance.---**Later, in Anjali's Room:**
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Drenched Heart's || COMPLETED✔️||
Любовные романы"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
