Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
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Target - mere khayal se toh aap apne aap is target set karke target pura kr de na tab hi next update milagii and this time i am serious..
(And chapter 26 is already uploaded in scroll stack and chapter 27 will be uploaded their till late night.)
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Isha's POV
The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, but I barely noticed it as I rolled over in bed, trying to hold on to the remnants of sleep. I opened one eye lazily, squinting at the empty spot next to me. Ishika’s side of the bed was already neatly made.
I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. Of course, she was an early bird. Even after a late night, she always found the energy to wake up and start her day with yoga or some other routine that I could never understand.
Forcing myself to sit up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and glanced around the bedroom. The faint chirping of birds drew my attention to the balcony. I pushed the curtain aside and spotted Ishika in the balcony doing her yoga, effortlessly transitioning into a yoga pose. She looked so peaceful, as if she hadn’t spent half the night talking with me.
She stood gracefully in the morning sunlight, her arms stretched above her head as she balanced on one foot. Yoga. Of course. She had this knack for starting her day with something productive, and today was no exception.
“Good morning, Yogi,” I called out groggily, stretching as I stand in front of balcony door.
Ishika turned to me with a wide smile. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Took you long enough.”
Rolling my eyes, I swung my feet off the bed and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. “How can you even function this early? We even talk till midnight!”
“Palace mornings hit differently,” she teased, gathering her mat. “Now, hurry up and freshen up. We have to dress up for the day.”
I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. I wasn’t a morning person—not even close. I shuffled to the washroom, determined to freshen up and at least look awake.
By the time I finished my bath and stepped back into the room, the faint scent of soap clinging to my skin, Ishika was already inside. She stood by the bed, neatly laying out a pair of traditional suits—both embroidered with intricate designs. The colors were vibrant yet elegant, the fabric clearly expensive.
