Tales Of The Heart (A Collection Of Short stories)

Rude (OS)

Armaan is Abhira,s best friend, Mayuri,s brother and it's their first meet

The sky was sunny as she roamed in the garden.

There was a marble fountain, the gushing sound of flowing water and the chirping of birds made the place come alive. The vibrant colours of blooming flowers and the lush greenery surrounded her, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

She walked forward reaching out to touch a red rose, the Patels softer under her touch, the fragrance wafted into her nose wrapping around her in a warm embrace. She plucked a rose and closed her eyes as the fragrance wafted into her nose.

Mayuri looked at her best friend, a smile playing on her face.

Abhira.

She called out her voice soft, breaking through the tranquil silence that enveloped them.

Abhira turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow.

Mujhe ek important call kerna hai. Thodi der mein aati hoon main.

She said softly and abhira smiled.

Okay.

She said and Mayuri left.

Abhira smiled gently touching the flowers with delicate fingers. A sense of peace washing over her and she sighed softly.

Kon ho tum?

Abhira heard a deep manly voice and turned around swiftly, startled.

Aah!!!

She yelped as a thorn pricked her skin.

Abhira,s breath hitched in her throat as she watched the man standing in front of her.

His beautiful black orbs seemed to appear deep brown in the daylight, his posture was commanding, his face carved in perfect angles and lines. He was too handsome for his own good.

Abhira thought, her heart racing in her chest.

Aap kon?

She asked, her brows knitting together in a delicate expression of confusion.

He looked at her with an expressionless face and said, his voice stoic

Yeh sawal humein kerna chahiye tumse.

She felt her heart skip a beat at his words, a lump raising in her throat.

Woh main....

She trailed off, fiddling with the edge of her dupatta, an act she always did whenever she felt nervous.

She took a deep breath, her heart still pounding in her chest and looked at him. The world around her blurred into insignificance, the scents of various flowers that wafted through the air seemed to create a cocoon.

She couldn't help but lose herself into his eyes, a indefinable emotion in the depths that seemed to pull her towards him, her heart pounding with an overwhelming emotion that left her puzzled.

Sun rahi ho?

His voice tugged her out of her thoughts and she gazed at him, blinking her eyes as if jolting out of a spell.

Huh!!!

She looked at him, a little startled.

He looked at her and asked

Humne poocha kon ho tum aur Yahan kya ker rahi ho?

She looked at him, gulping softly.

Main phoolon ko dekh rahi thi?