๐ธ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.๐ธ
๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ผ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ- ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ- ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง. ๐๐๐ซโจ๐ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ- ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฎ. ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ก๐. ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข. ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ช๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ข- ๐ฌ๐๐ค๐ก๐. ๐๐ฆข๐โจ๐ ___ Vaidehi: โBhaiya, ek plate pani puri.โ She said it like an orderโcrisp, confident, unquestionable. Ayaan: โBhaiya, ek nahiโฆ do plates.โ His deep voice came from behind, casual yet deliberate. She turnedโand there he was. Grinning. Vaidehi: โOh? Toh Mr. Hygiene bhi pani puri khaate hain, huh?โ Her lips curved slightly, voice dipped in teasing mockery. Ayaan: โYeahhhโฆโ He dragged the word, rolling his eyes. โShocking, I know.โ The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earthโmitti ki khushbooโblending with the tangy spice of street food. A humid breeze brushed past them, playful and uninvited, lifting loose strands of hair, making them dance carelessly. Soft golden light spilled across the street, touching their facesโeverything glowing faintly under the after-rain sky. A little too perfect. A little too easy. --------------------------------- Not far awayโ Vihaan stood beside a pillar, half-hidden, half-present. Watching. His hands slipped into his pockets, shoulders slightly slouchedโas if even standing straight felt like effort. His gaze didnโt move from her. Vihaan: โMain aisa kya karunโฆ ki aapko bhi mera pyaar dikhai de?โ The words barely left his lips. Rough. Tired. Almostโฆ defeated. The rain had stopped. The world had softened. But nothingโ nothing quieted the storm inside him. His dull eyes lifted briefly toward the faint rainbow stretching across the skyโcolors blooming wide against the fading orange horizon. Beautiful. Distant. Untouchable. Just like her.
Book 1, Falling flower = love. โWhen two broken hearts collide, even the damage learns to burn softer.โ (I was in my first year of high school when I wrote it so it is slightly childish. I hope you will like it.) #Strangers to lovers #Heart break #Couple BestFriends #Un-serious Characters #Introverts #College love #Friendship #Korean set up #Indian writer
Book 2, Elowen Partridge |โขAn Unloved Villainessโข| "When two unloved people loves unconditionally, love itself write their story." #Forbidden love #Insecure characters #Vintage era #British story #Indian writer #Introvert x Ambivert #Cold male x Sensitive female #Friends to lovers #Secret admirers