In which Sitara orders a milkshake in the middle of the night and Shaurya delivers it to her. ~ a novella [25,000 - 30,000 words]

She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!

■■ "Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand. I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?" He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face. "Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand. "But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further. "Yellow rose means remembrance." ■■

■■ "You know what matters? It's-" "It's the journey that matters, not the destination." "Wrong. It's not the journey or the destination, it's the seatmate that matters." "True. As with any journey, who you travel with can be more important than your destination." ■■ 《 Embark on the journey of love. It takes from yourself to yourself 》