Hey guys, first of all, I'm sorry for the delay...
Thank you so much for all the feedback and votes you've given on Chapter 4. Now that we've reached Chapter 5, I’m thinking of setting targets for future chapters. These targets will fluctuate depending on the demand.
The targets will be small compared to the views, and I expect you guys to complete them before the next update.
Here’s how it’ll work: if you guys hit the target within a day or two, I’ll upload the next chapter the very next day. But even if the target isn’t met, I’ll still upload, though there might be some delays.
So, the first target for the story is:
Target:
- 200 votes
- 200 commentsEnjoy reading!
_______________________After breakfast, Aditya rushed out, his heart weighed down by emotions he couldn't quite understand. Agastya remained seated, staring at the empty space where the boy had just stood, unsure of how to process the feelings stirring within him. An attraction, a bond, that had no place in the world they shared-a relationship that was nothing more than a distant dream Agastya had abandoned long ago.
At the studio
Aditya strummed his guitar, but the melody eluded him. Frustrated, he placed the instrument down and rubbed his face in exasperation.
Everything was affecting him deeply, like a constant tug at his soul. He didn't want to be near them, didn't want the connection that gnawed at his thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ignore the feelings that burned within him-feelings he didn't want but couldn't escape.
He was startled when the door to his studio swung open with a bang. He shot to his feet, anger surging as he prepared to shout. But the sight of the man in the doorway made his voice catch in his throat. His face drained of color, and his hands clenched tightly, trembling slightly.
Raghav stood there, smirking, his presence overwhelming. He spread his arms wide, a twisted grin on his face.
Apne bhai ko gale nahi lagaoge adi?
Meanwhile
Arshi entered Aransh’s room and found him tossing his clothes all over the place. Just as she was about to say something, Aransh, without looking, threw a shirt right at her face.
Arshi (annoyed): Yeh tu kya kar raha hai?
Aransh, still searching: Arey di, meri jacket nahi mil rahi!
Arshi glanced around at the scattered clothes. "Itni saari toh hain, koi bhi pehen le."
Aransh: Arey nahi, muje ajj vahi pehena hai woh meri favorite hai. Please, app dhoond do naa," he said, turning around with desperation in his eyes.
Arshi glared at him: Main koi madad nahi kar rahi. Chal, college nahi jaana tujhe? Late ho raha hai.
Aransh sulked and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pouting. "Dhoond do naa, di. Please, please, please."
Arshi, exasperated: "Arey, yeh kya zabardasti hai! Door hat."
Aransh tightened his hold, refusing to let go: "Nahi, pehle jacket dhoond ke do."
Arshi glared harder: "Tu aise nahi maanega!"
Aransh, with puppy eyes: "Please, diiiii..."
Arshi sighed, irritated. She could never say no to those eyes. "Fine! Haat yaha se."
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panha(book 1 Of Geonka Brothers)
General FictionAditya Geonka He was a troubled kid....just a responsibility for them. an impulsive kid who can't keep his mouth shut......a broken boy who has been used all his life Goenka brothers He was the reason for their parents' divorce. He was a burden to t...