She's patrichor, the Earthy scent of first rainfall. The pleasant aroma makes you wonder, makes you feel different in a nicer way, it makes you believe how wonderful the entity is and suddenly everything around you starts looking pleasing to the eye...
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The moon was peeking through the shady clouds. It was shining brightly along with the twinkling stars and clear sky as ocean in the night.
She enters the house, hastily handing over the car keys to the guard waiting outside. She could see the lawn shining more than a normal day, fairy lightening created warm atmosphere. It usually does when some important event is taking place. “dad said it was a normal dinner, then who’s coming.” She thoughtlessly mummers to herself.
One of house help take her belongings that she’s holding. Her posture looks tired as she wait for the reason she has arrived in rush, risking her life for the way she has drove to come back home. The glass of water is handed over to her but before she could take a sip of it, someone takes her attention.
“Here you are, I checked on you few times but you weren’t home.” Aahil says while getting down the steps of entrance.
The glass in her hand slams on the table and she fretfully gets up to him. “did you find him? Where is he?” she asks being impatience. “I hope you’re are not fooling this Aahil” venerability speaks through her.
His body shivers along with her distress, how will he tackle with her emotions. She rarely shows her mournful side to anyone.
He concernedly takes a hold of her shoulders, trying to calm her. He make her sit on sofa behind and kneel down in front of her. “He isn’t here Ahana but he might come back to India soon.” A slight line hope vanishes from her eyes, holding back her tears. “My team got his address and number but it’s not safe to face him. You won’t face him alone.” He says softly to not break her.
“give me his details.” she whispers sharply to him. “I’ll decide what I have to do, I have to meet for him once please”
“you are doing no such things. We will wait for the right time.” She denies him immediately.
“you are aware of what work he was involve into and this time his contacts are more horrible that before.” She looks to the other side in denial to his word. Her hand trembles as she try to take hold of herself. “you don’t know what he has done, he has change my life, my father’s life.” She sniff on the tears to not let them fall. “and I don’t even know if he’ll ever know what had happened with him.”
Sanjiv Rajvansh, the man with abundance prestige and honour. Years back he was happen to work with her father in his initial stage. The entirety of this unexpected partnership was going smoothly but the child in her was dying with each passing day.
Aahil tenderly takes a hold of her palm, to tell her he’s always beside her. “listen to me.” He says with concern. “I never wanted to keep you in dark but I want you to believe I’m always with you, you know right.” She nods in trust over him. “His contact is not the only thing I fount out, I have his past.” She gets alarmed and look deep into his eyes to find lies.
