Not Ours, Yet Ours

Can it be my First Love?

The sun filtered through the curtains of Suryansh's house. He stirred awake, a throbbing headache reminding him of last night's incident. As memories flickered back, he recalled snippets of the previous evening- laughter, clinking glasses, and, most vividly, his conversation with Ujasha.

He groaned, rubbing his temples as the details began to unravel. Had he really confessed his feelings? The thought sent a rush of warmth through him, followed by a wave of anxiety.

"What have I done?", Suryansh grunted.
He remembered how his heart raced as he opened up to her, the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar. He had let his guard down, and the fear of vulnerability loomed large in his mind. Suryansh leaned back on his bed, recalling Ujasha's sweet smile and the way she had listened intently.

"I just hope I didn't scare her off. What if she didn't feel the same?"
As he paced the small space of his apartment, Suryansh felt a pull to reach out to her, to know where they stood. But what if she had misinterpreted his drunken honesty?

Meanwhile, Ujasha lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside her. The previous night's conversation replayed in her mind, the warmth of Suryansh's words echoing in her heart.

"He likes me. He really likes me." She giggled to herself.

The realization sent butterflies dancing in her stomach. She had dreamed of experiencing love, and now it seemed within reach. The thrill of possibility lit a fire within her, sparking determination.

"If he likes me back, this could be my first love."

With newfound energy, Ujasha jumped out of bed and began preparing for the day. She rummaged through her closet, searching for something that would make her feel special yet comfortable. 

After a few minutes of deliberation, she settled on a delicate floral dress that accentuated her figure without being overly flashy.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ujasha carefully applied her makeup, choosing soft hues that complemented her features. She felt a rush of excitement with every stroke of the brush, visualizing how Suryansh might react. She curled her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders, feeling both nervous and exhilarated.

"Today's the day, Ujasha. Show him the real you."

She slipped on a pair of cute flats, giving her a boost in confidence. As she headed out the door, she took a deep breath, feeling ready to embrace whatever the day would bring.
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At the office, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as everyone gathered for the day's briefing. Suryansh arrived a little late, his mind still grappling with the repercussions of last night. When he spotted Ujasha across the room, his heart raced, and a smile crept onto his face.

"She looks stunning today." He muttered to himself.

Ujasha caught his gaze and felt a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks. She met his eyes, holding his gaze longer than usual, and a shy smile appeared on her lips. Suryansh felt a wave of relief wash over him; her reaction gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, their bond was deepening.
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Their manager called the team together to discuss a new project, and Ujasha and Suryansh- the boss found themselves sitting next to each other. The meeting began, with discussions flowing about innovative ideas and strategies. Ujasha contributed enthusiastically, sharing her insights, while Suryansh listened intently, often leaning closer to her.