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Ritu said, "She's different now, isn't she? She's becoming soft. But Ahaan, be honest with me. You're a man of logic and perfection. You see the flaws in everything. Don't you ever feel that she isn't... right for you? She's messy, she's insecure about her mind, she's stubborn to a fault. She isn't the 'perfect' partner for a genius person like you."
Ahaan looked back at the sleeping girl in the wicker chair. He saw the ink smudge on her finger and the way her hair was slightly tangled.
He said, "You're right, Ritu. She isn't perfect. She's a storm in a world that wants a breeze. She thinks she's not smart, she thinks she's average, and she fights everyone who tries to love her."
He paused, a smile of pure devotion breaking across his face.
He said, "But that's exactly why I can't breathe without her. She is imperfectly perfect for me. I don't want a reflection of my own logic; I want the beautiful chaos that she is. Her flaws aren't things I want to fix; they're the parts of her I want to protect the most."