𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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I've been feeling so anxious, wondering what he truly meant by his words.
Sometimes, I get so annoyed because of him, it feels like I could just punch this Chimpanzee.
Honestly, I'm thinking of asking Vani for her special punching lessons, just so I can practice on him.
Oh gosh Ruhii, you are becoming so violent. But then again, it's all because of him.
Ever since he entered my life, everything has changed. Not in a bad way, but in a way that's completely turned my world upside down. I don't know if it's a good thing or not, but it feels like something is different. Still, there's this cloud of confusion hanging over me.
As my mind started to wander, I glanced at my tea and realized it had gone cold.
Great, just what I needed. It's all his fault-because of him, my Ginger Tea gets cold.
With a sigh, I decided to make a fresh cup of tea later.
As I waited for him and within five minutes, he appeared on his balcony.
My heart skipped a beat.
He caught me staring, and I immediately looked away, embarrassed. But I couldn't stop myself from sneaking glances.
He sat down and picked up his guitar. Wait guitar? Is he going to play it? I watched him in curiosity.
He then messaged me, "Ab is pyaare se handsome yet dashing ladke ko maaf kr dena"
(Now please forgive this lovely, handsome and dashing boy)
My heart raced again. What was he up to?
I noticed something strange-he had attached a microphone to the collar of his shirt and another one to his guitar. What was he planning to do? Was he going to sing? Was he really going to sing for me?
Before I could process my thoughts, he took a deep breath, his gaze soft but intense as he looked at me.
He began playing the guitar, and then his voice filled the air, soft and calming, as he started to sing-
Mere saamne waali khidki me, Ek chaand ka tukda rehta hai. Afsos ye hai ki woh humse kuch Ukhda ukhda rehta hai.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned further into the balcony railing, resting my chin on my hand. I couldn't help it but to admire him.
Jis roz se dekha hai usko Ham shamaa jalaana bhool gaye
Dil thaam ke aise baithe hain Kahin aana jaana bhool gaye
Ab aath pahar in aankhon mein Vo chanchal mukhda rehta hai
There was something about the way he sang that made my heart flutter. I had never seen him sing before.
His fingers trembled slightly as they strummed the guitar, and I realized how much effort he must have put into learning this. I remembered him telling me that he used to mess up the strings and gave up playing the guitar.
