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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As the first rays of sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, they fell across Esha's face, coaxing her awake.
Her dark hair lay in a soft, tangled mess around her head, a few strands catching the light and shimmering against her pillow.
Slowly, her lashes fluttered open, revealing sleepy eyes that glinted with warmth.
A soft smile played on her lips as she stirred, stretching lazily beneath the covers.
She remained still for a moment, the remnants of a dream lingering sweetly in her mind. It was a dream about him.
Aditya.
The thought of his name caused her smile to deepen, her heart swelling with a quiet, unspoken joy.
Esha turned her face into the pillow, cheeks flushed as she recalled the way he kissed her- No devoured her the other night.
With a contented sigh, she opened her eyes fully, the room bathed in golden light
The world outside called, but for just a few more moments, she let herself bask in the quiet thrill of remembering him, the smile never leaving her lips.
Rising from her bed, she made her way to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet a welcome sensation.
After a refreshing shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, her skin still dewy as she moved to her closet.
Without hesitation, her fingers grazed over a collection of fabrics before settling on a rich brown satin shirt. She paired it effortlessly with a sleek skirt that flirted with the middle of her thighs, exuding both elegance and ease.
After finishing her skincare and makeup routine, she let her hair cascade freely, adding just the right amount of bounce with a quick blow dry.
As a finishing touch, she spritzed on a vanilla-scented perfume that perfectly captured her light and breezy mood.
Skipping a heavy breakfast, she grabbed a crisp apple, savoring its freshness as she headed out the door.
With the scent of vanilla lingering in the air, she slid into her car and drove toward her gallery, ready to embrace the day.
Her day kicked off in a whirlwind of commissioned artwork orders and back-to-back meetings with private clients.
Each conversation was filled with creative ideas, leaving her energized but drained.
After a busy morning, her calendar showed a scheduled meeting with Aditya right after lunch.
