Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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Vrishali delicately applied each brushstroke to the paper, focused and determined to avoid any mistakes this time. Her eyes wandered over the scattered sheets on the floor, each a vibrant testament to her creativity. The colours, some still wet and glistening, beckoned for attention. She knew she needed to carefully dry them before moving on, ensuring her artistic vision could develop without any mishaps.
She started attending classes at a local university. At the same time, she is trying to attend online classes at her university. The semester is going to end in two weeks, and she needs to submit her work through FedEx.
There was a knock on the door, but she didn't look up, knowing who it would be. It was likely someone from the kitchen staff asking when she would like her evening tea. Padmanabh entered the room, and his gaze immediately fell on Vrishali, who was working on something on the floor.
"I will come down to have my tea after an hour. Thank you. . ." Padmanabh cleared his throat. Vrishali stopped what she was doing and looked up to see Padmanabh. His presence took her aback.
This was the first time he had ever crossed the threshold into her room, a space that felt both intimate and unfamiliar. They typically gathered in the lively atmosphere of the dining area or at the sunlit breakfast table, but here, the air was different—more personal. Padmanabh took a moment to truly observe her.
Her hair, a tangled mess, was casually gathered into a loose bun, with a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face. She wore soft cotton shorts that swayed gently as she moved, paired with a simple maroon t-shirt that complimented her without any pretension. The sight was both comforting and disarming. After studying her for a while, he reluctantly broke his gaze, shifting his eyes away as a wave of shyness washed over him.
She opened and closed her mouth, not knowing how to pronounce him. Thankfully, Padmanabh broke the silence.
"Are you busy?"
"I'm just finishing it off," Vrishali replied, looking up at him. He was looking at her work, so she took the chance to check him out. He was wearing a simple white kurta and pyjamas. He had been busy throughout the week and they hardly had a conversation.
"I'm going out to have a cup of tea. Would you like to join me? " Vrishali smiled brightly and stood up.
"Love to, give me some time. I will wash this off and change my clothes." She walked towards her bathroom. Without meaning to, Padmanabh's gaze wandered to her back and legs. He blinked, taking in the smooth contours of her form, the way the light danced across her skin, accentuating the gentle curves of her silhouette. Each detail captivated him, drawing his attention deeper into the moment.
He looked away when she turned around, "have a sit. I might take a bit of time."
Vrishali bit her lip to control her smile as she noticed him checking her out again. It was amusing; whenever she turned around, he quickly looked away. In the meantime, Padmanabh admired her work. He hadn't spent any time with her for days. Her college had started, and he was occupied with his new project.
