With A Girl Like Me
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"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was holding mine and the umbrella. It was cold but the grip was tight. Once again my knees were weak and my cheeks felt warmer but the cold breeze kept hitting me.
"I'm sorry, okay?" He mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. His dark eyes kept burning into mine. His cold hand cupped my jaw. He gazed my jaw with his cold finger tips, and I unknowingly leaned into his touch again. His hand was cold but I could feel his warm breath from this close. I never believed time could stop until this moment when I have my eyes pierced into his standing dangerously close and not able to look away.
He brushed his fingertips through the outline of my jaw and moved upwards to my cheekbone and then to my lips. and I closed my eyes at his touch whimpering.
"Anaaya" he said in a painful whisper and I could nearly feel his warm breath hitting the bridge of my nose even more and I could feel it with a hint of fruity smell.
"Aryan" I whimpered.
I felt his presence even much closer and I was weak in my senses. My mind almost blank, my heart racing and my nerves tingling.
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Anaaya is an awkward, Introvert Tomboy.
Aryan is playful, hot and adventurous. Who was her bestfriend, but moved away a long time ago.
After a few rough and traumatic events, Anaaya hates Aryan. And loses faith in friendship, relationships and love.
When their paths cross again, She drives him crazy, he annoys her. But they can't stay way from eachother. Can they be falling for each other?
And there's her hot crush.
Love is never simple.
Can it be more complicated?
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