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🂱 Arhaan's pov 🂱 *not edited*
The studio door softly creaks behind me as I enter. And the scene before me feels like something plucked from a dream. Lately everything feels like a dream.
There she is, the light that illuminates my darkest moments, the fire that ignites every fibre of my being. The anchor that keeps me grounded, the air I breathe, the rhythm of my heart, and the very essence of my existence.
There, she sits, her hands shaping the clay with a gentle, surprising practiced grace, the wheel spinning steadily beneath her fingertips. Sunlight begins to creep across the room, spilling through the window like liquid gold, bathing her in a soft, ethereal light. Her hazel eyes catch the warmth, shimmering with flecks of amber and green as though the sun itself had settled in them.
A streak of clay is smudged against her cheek as I take in a deep breath.
Fucking hell
"Love?" She looks up, a smile forming on her face as my brows furrow up. Fucking hell indeed, this girl wants to kill me today.
I slowly walk towards her, taking a chair to sit across her. I watch her for a moment, curiously observing her technique, the way her hands move, how focused she handled the clay. I wonder if she's skilled with her hands in other ways.
Yeah enough of wondering things. Pervert.
"I never knew you did pottery," I remarked, my tone inquisitive as i watched the heart shape bowl she's making.
"There are alot of things you don't know about me Mr Malhotra." She smirks looking up.
"Is that so?" I raise my brows as she smiles. " And would you care to enlighten me what those things are?"
"Some other day." She says,suddenly smearing the clay on my nose.
The moment her laughter filled the air, it was like time had slowed down. It wasn't just a sound; it was an electric ripple that surged through the very core of mine. My breath hitched, chest tightened. For a split second, it was as if my heart had forgotten its job. The rhythmic thump of my heartbeat paused.
I close my eyes for a second, only to open them again when she pecks my cheek.
"Stop smiling at me like that love."
"kyu?" She smiles harder.
Translation: "Why?"
"Kyunki aapka aisa mujhe dikh ke muskurana ek din meri maut ka karan ban jayega."
