Teaser ;)
The office is quiet, Adrian stands at the desk, fiddling with some papers for a documentation project while Anya stands across from him, looking uneasy. The principal, Adrian's father, is still absent, which leaves the two alone.
Adrian l...
It's been a week since they both met,or even talked.
Not like they ignored eachother, it's just that their timings didn't match.
It was a Sunday, Anya had gone out for her aunt's friend's sister's wedding. Yea, that's how it is. Indian families are huge. Anya didn't want to go at first,but aunt rhea forced her in a sweet way.
Aunt rhea had some other work to deal with..
At the wedding, anya sure turned heads in-
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A delicate pink saree draped around her with an effortless grace that could make time stand still. The fabric shimmered with tiny sequins, catching the faint light like a constellation wrapped around her silhouette.
The saree hugged her curves subtly, exuding an air of understated elegance with a hint of dazzle that left a lingering warmth in the chilly evening.
Her pallu flowed like a whispering breeze, brushing against her with each step. The soft blush tone of the saree complemented her glowing skin, making her look ethereal and untouchable, like a dream wandering through the mundane streets.
She was returning home, walking down the neighborhood. __________________________________
Adrian's POV
It's just a letter,why can't I scribble down the first line?
I thought to myself as I walked down the neighborhood, frustrated at myself as I failed 13 times to write a letter.
Maybe she was right,
Am i really not capable of writing a letter?
I walked hoping I'd get some fresh air and a restart at that annoying challenge I set with the annoyingly lady.
I froze as I noticed someone walking ahead under the dim glow of a street lamp. The dreamy pink of her attire caught my eye first, followed by the unmistakable sway of the saree’s pleats. I knew who it was-
It was Anya.
Calm down Adrian.
She was a vision, an absolute vision. The soft pink saree she wore shimmered faintly under the street lights, every tiny sequin reflecting just enough light to make her look otherworldly.
