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Attraction?୨♡୧

Someone's pov:-

I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my high-rise office, gazing out at the city skyline. The glow of the setting sun cast a golden hue over the concrete jungle, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me.

My mind wandered back to the argument I had with Father earlier today. It was the same old song and dance - he questioning my business decisions, me defending my vision for the company. But beneath the surface, I knew he was still hurting. Still grieving.

It's been five years since Mother passed away, but the wound still feels fresh. For both of us. We've learned to cope, to channel our emotions into our work, but the pain never truly goes away.

I took a deep breath, letting the tension ease from my shoulders. I had a meeting with a potential investor in an hour, and I needed to be focused.

As I turned away from the window, my gaze fell upon the photo of Mother on my desk. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes seemed to radiate warmth, even in a two-dimensional image.

I felt a pang in my chest, but it was tempered by the knowledge that she'd want me to keep pushing forward. To make her proud.

With newfound determination, I headed out of my office, ready to take on the evening ahead.

As I stepped into the elevator, my mind began to wander again. This time, it wasn't my argument with Father that occupied my thoughts, but a pair of piercing black eyes.

The girl. The one I'd given a lift to earlier today. What was her name again? Ananya?

I recalled the way she'd smiled hesitantly when she got into my car, the way her hair had fallen in loose waves down her back. And those eyes... they'd sparkled like emeralds in the morning light.

For some reason, I couldn't shake off the feeling that our encounter had been more than just a chance meeting. That there was something about her that had resonated with me.

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out into the bustling lobby. I had a dinner meeting to get to, but my mind kept drifting back to Ananya.

Who was she, really? And why couldn't I stop thinking about her?

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
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──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

After my mother passed away, I couldn't help but feel a void within me. It was as if a part of my heart had been ripped away. I couldn't bear the thought of looking at another girl or woman, fearing it would be a betrayal to my mother's memory.

But that girl... the one I gave a lift to... was different. There was something about her that stirred a long-dormant emotion within me. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of interest.

I couldn't explain why, but being around her felt... safe. Like I could be myself without fear of judgment or rejection.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I realized that for the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I could learn to love again.

But was I ready? Was I prepared to open myself up to the possibility of heartache and pain?

Or maybe I can say it was just an Attraction?