In a world where art and technology collide, two lives are bound by secrets, danger, and and undeniable connection.
She is the nation's most beloved artist, her work capturing the hearts of millions. Her paintings, rich with emotion and hidden mean...
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In a mint green ruffle fishtail dress that hugged my curves with flawless precision, I felt an undeniable sense of confidence.
The delicate pearls I chose as my accessories added a touch of elegance, while my makeup, kept light and simple, enhanced my features just the way I liked it.
As the doorbell chimed, I took a deep breath before opening it.
My honey-brown eyes met his crystal blue ones, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.
His gaze swept over me, and I couldn’t help but let mine do the same.
He stood there in a sleek black tuxedo, tie absent. His broad shoulders were a distraction, one that had me unconsciously biting my lip.
“Are you ready, Rose?” he asked, his voice warm as he held out a bouquet of pristine white roses.
I stepped aside, letting him enter. “Give me just 15 minutes, and I’ll be all set,” I replied, closing the door behind him.
“Take your time, there’s no rush,” he assured me with a smile, handing me the bouquet. “These are for you.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the roses before heading to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.
He was always hovering around me, and I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the attention.
He took a sip of the water, then suddenly remembered something. “I almost forgot; I left something in the car. Be right back,” he said, turning to retrieve whatever mystery item he had in store.
I used the moment to finish getting ready. My hair was behaving exceptionally well today, so I left it down, cascading in loose curls.
I unplugged the curling iron and bent down to place it on the floor to cool.
When I straightened up, Adi was leaning casually against the doorframe, a box of ties in hand. “I couldn’t decide which one to wear, so I brought them all,” he said with a playful grin. “Think you can help me choose?”
“Of course,” I replied, taking the box from him and setting it on my vanity.
As I sifted through the ties, my fingers found one in a deep, warm shade of green—a perfect match to my dress. “This one,” I said, holding it up for him. “It’s just right.”
As I handed him the tie, he leaned back against the wall, a soft "thank you" escaping his lips.
But why isn’t he going out? Mujhe sharam aa rahi hai
