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 saw her standing there, her back turned to me. My heart was racing uncontrollably. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight.
As she moved, I gently took her hand and pulled her toward me, turning her face to mine. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I slowly moved my hands to her waist.
She looked absolutely beautiful.
She was wearing a beige-gold dress that looked soft and elegant. The fabric draped over her figure, falling just above her knees. The lantern sleeves were puffy at the wrists and they fluttered with the breeze. It made her look graceful, she didn't even try, but still perfect in every way. She wore small gold earrings and a simple bracelet that caught the streetlights, making her glow even more.
She looked like she had stepped out of a dream. A beautiful dream. It all felt so natural, like everything around her was just right.
But then, she looked at me.
Her eyes were filled with anger.
No way! Vihaan get a gripped and cleared the mess you created.
She tried to pull away, but I held her tightly.
"What's wrong with you? Let me go," she yelled, her voice full of frustration.
"No, not now. Not ever," I replied, pulling her even closer.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and kicked my foot with her sandal.
"Ouch," I muttered, she turned back as her eyes filled with worry.
She just turned away, refusing to face me.
"Please, listen to me," I begged, but she walked away, moving toward the other side of the park.
The wind picked up, almost as if it was trying to carry her anger to me.
I looked up at the sky. It was darkening, and I could feel the air change, it was going to rain.
"Ruhanika," I called her, though I really wanted to call her ‘Ruh.’
But with the way she looked at me, I knew calling her by her full name would only make things worse.
"For God sake, stop calling me Ruhanika," she snapped, turning toward me.
Her eyes were filled with tears now, and her voice trembled with anger.
"What's wrong with you, Vihaan? Why the hell are you pushing me away?"
I didn’t know what to say. I just let her speak. Her feelings were pouring out, and I needed to let her say everything.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"You promised me you wouldn't ignore me, so you didn't ignore me but you did an amazing thing by avoiding me, and I can’t stand it. Am I really that bad?" she asked, stepping closer to me. I began to step back, unsure of how to handle her words.
