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" 𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂;
𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀,
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻,
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴,
𝗖𝗼𝘇 𝗹𝗼~𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘄"
Well, mayank certainly didn't expected to get embraced in his hometown by an lyrical greetings from an adolescent girl, dressed in red anarkali suit, spreading little jingles of her anklets throughout the station stop, a pair of glasses pendent up on the bridge of her nose, nosing her in irritation, yet an sugary elegant smile tugged on her face, her hands occupied by peach tulips,
The young beauty forward the flowers towards mayank, "𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘦 𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪, 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰 "
The tiny pout on her face, which certainly reminds mayank of certain someone or the nickname was the reason for the thought that for sure the person is someone familar yet unknown,
Komal glanced towards mayank with innocent eyes, annoyed as the pair of glass were making her view a more difficult, " 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱a𝘬𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘭𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰"
Mayank laughed, sensing the recognizable genes for her, he took the flowers from her hold, giving komal the freedom to adjust the glasses, giving an nervous smile afterwards, "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 ; 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳 5 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘰 𝘬𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 "
𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒊 ,𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒆𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊.....𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒆 ?....𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂......𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒌, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒆 ?....𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒌, 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒋𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒖𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒋𝒉𝒂, 𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒛𝒚𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒇𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒂 the thinking cycle of mayank ended when komal was slightly slapped on her head,
