Drenched Heart's

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After few days

Anjali was getting ready for her meeting with the publisher. "Maa, I'm leaving now! Bye!" she rushed out of the house, barely waiting for her mother's response.

"Aish, wait! This girl!" her mom called after her, holding a plate of breakfast in her hand, but Anjali was already out the door.

She arrived at the publisher's office and walked towards his cabin. After knocking lightly, she heard a voice call out, "Come in."

As she entered, she saw two people inside the cabin. One was the publisher, Mr. Desai, and the other was a tall, well-built man exuding confidence. Anjali felt a flutter of nervousness and confusion.

"Oh, Anjali, come in! Sit down," Mr. Desai said warmly, gesturing towards the chair across from his desk. "This is Ruhan Chaudhary, the famous author you may have heard of."

Anjali's eyes widened in recognition. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Chaudhary!" she said, her voice slightly trembling with excitement.

"Same here," Ruhan replied, his gaze friendly and warm. As a married man proud of his family, he appreciated the dedication he saw in Anjali's demeanor. He understood the struggles that come with being a writer and was genuinely eager to hear about her work.

As she took her seat, Ruhan admired the way her hair framed her face and the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke. "I've heard a lot about your work," he added, genuinely interested.

"Thank you! I'm glad to be here," Anjali said, her passion evident as she began discussing her manuscript. Ruhan listened intently, nodding occasionally, encouraging her as she shared her vision. He respected her talent and could see the effort she had put into her writing, reminding him of his own journey when he first started.

The conversation flowed naturally, and Ruhan shared insights from his experiences in the publishing world. "It's important to stay true to your voice, Anjali," he advised. "Trust in your story, and don't hesitate to let your personality shine through. That's what readers connect with."

Anjali felt a wave of relief and encouragement wash over her, grateful for Ruhan's supportive words. She left the meeting feeling inspired and hopeful, knowing she had made a valuable connection in the literary world.

As she walked out of the cabin, she stepped outside to take a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message from Aryan: 

"Want to go for lunch?"

She chuckled at his innocence, warmth spreading through her. It had been almost two months since their relationship had officially started, and the thought of spending time with him made her giddy.

On her way to the restaurant, she replayed their recent moments together in her mind—the lighthearted teasing, the comfortable silences, and the way Aryan looked at her, as if she were the only one in the room.