Book #1 of Eternity Trilogy
Ridham Singh Rawat :
"Once I had let you go Iris for your sake but if I do not get you now, I'll die"
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26-year old Ridham is a brooding enigma, with piercing eyes that hint at depths unknown. His rugged exterior belies...
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She made the cake and packed it in a box attaching a cute note on it. She was happy yet nervous to meet him as the days she passed without him made her as distanced to him as much she came closed to his thoughts.
A spark was forming in her mind about him but what was it? Likeness? Attraction? Gratitude? Momentary passtime? Or Love? Whatever it was she couldn't name it. Overcoming from a breakup wasn't easy nor she forgot the betrayel but all she wanted now was to move on from past and get a fresh start.
She was lost in those confusing thoughts of her excitement yet nervousness. In these thoughts she got ready and settled in her car heading towards the cafe. From the roadside she picked up fresh daisies for him and reached the cafe soon.
In a bustling city cafe filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of coffee cups, Aarushi entered like a breath of fresh air. She wore a ruffled green maxi dress that cascaded elegantly to her ankles, its emerald hue catching the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. The dress, with its delicate ruffles and flowing fabric, seemed to dance around her as she moved, exuding an effortless grace.
Her hairstyle was simple yet striking-a loose, tousled bun held together by a few pins, framing her face with loose strands that caught the light. This highlighted her natural beauty, accentuating the soft features of her face.
Her makeup was subtle, with a hint of nude lipstick that enhanced her lips' natural color, giving her a touch of sophistication without overpowering her radiant smile. Her eyes, framed by light mascara, sparkled with curiosity as she scanned the café, her gaze momentarily meeting his before continuing her search.
As she found her table where he was already there and settled into a chair, her presence continued to draw glances from everyone but a glare from him made them snap away their eyes.
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I already arrived one hour early. Will she call me desparate? No. She won't even know how will she think of me as a desperate. I arrived early she won't.
I was sitting on a corner table waiting for her to arrive so that I can take her away from these people for sometime with me to the terrace cabin I booked for us. This is our first date! Date? Are you mad Ridham? She just wanted to meet you. "This is not a date! Remember" and "She is not yours" said my inner mind but I contradicted.
