Hotscence Stories

2020 was supposed to be the year she got her shit together the love conflict story of a young lady since her teens. bad choices, wrong partners, simple mistake. is she destined to love or be lonely? will she give up on love did she find the one Will she ever get him back ..........hope it's not that terrible

"Viraj-" "Vodka please." I heard her voice. Soft, surreal, and feminine. I gripped the glass tightly. "Is this seat taken?" Her voice, so grounded. "No." I said while glancing at her finally. She sat down, close enough for me to smell her jasmine fragnance. Her Red shimmering kurti with ruffed jeans were telling about her Background. She's Good-looking, Not Something so exquisite, but someone who's warm. Someone who feels like home. "Are you okay?" She glanced at my glass of alcohol. I exhaled laugh. "Do I look Like one?" "No, You look pretending very hard to look good by the way." "I hope people aren't finding it that easily." I mumbled while gulping down the glass. She chuckled. "No, Only if they pays attention." I glanced at her. So, Did she? But why would she pay attention to a mere stranger?