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She had known him for 14 years, been in love with him for 4 years and is going to date him for 4 months.
A relationship that started with an 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘺 date ? Definitely a 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
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Apeksha's pov My steps halted, eyes craned up to the familiar gate of the Somani Residence. The same gate I had stepped through a million times. Nevertheless every time it still mocks on my face, a retorting reminder that even if I was able to step into his world, I could never be a part of it.
In a world where we aren't even allowed to address each other as friends openly, my stupid heart was leaping on an unattainable path. But it's okay. I will be fine as long as I manage to keep them buried in the faraway corner of my heart.
Shoving those intrusive thoughts away, I made my way inside the main house through the kitchen back door.
After spending most of my day in college and then my shift in the convenience store, my body wants nothing but to embrace the mattress. However it doesn't stop my greedy heart.
Halfway through the dining area, the loud yelling made me flinch. Tiptoeing, my body crouched on the pillar as I peeked inside the living hall.
It was nothing indifferent from the typical Somani family's daily routine whenever they were under the same roof.
Mr. Viren Somani, Om sir's father and the head of the family and business, was still enraged by the fact that his son dropped out of business school to study law. That too in secret, without letting anyone from the family know. Come on, it's been years already.
Whereas his mother, Amisha Somani, looked pretty unfazed and bored from this usual clash between the father and son duo. Even her expensive tea got more of her attention than her own children.
Om sir let out a loud breath before stomping out of the mansion. His family's lack of support has edged him to opt for staying away from the house, even from the city most of the time.
I contemplated whether to follow him or not ? It's been ten months since I last saw him in person. The last time he was here was on my twenty-first birthday, which we celebrated together and no one is aware of that.
Silently, I slipped out from the same route I've been inside.
"Om sir," my voice reverberated in a hushed screech, "Vyom sir." This time I was louder, not too afraid.
I heaved since I practically jogged to him after he paused and turned to my vociferation.
My heart swelled as he breathed out, "Little swan."
The sight of him-- polished and all gentleman-ly in his three piece, had me enamored. I'm seeing him after 10 months in person. And dare I admit it feels like it has been over a century of having a sight of the man, who owns my heart and has no idea of it.
"Are you not eating properly these days ? It seems you've lost weight." A smile broke on my lips, his concern felt like returning to your safe place.
Paranoia has gripped me so bashfully that my appetite keeps extinguishing. But hey, that's fine hence it makes my round face look less chubbier. And damn the tummy roll, it's still the same.
