AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
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A beautiful morning bathed in golden sunlight, 23-year-old Amrit sat near the balcony, lost in her fictional world tied up in a neat bun. Her dusky skin glowed in the morning light, adding a radiant charm to her serene appearance. As she turned the pages of the Indian novel, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, imagining herself in the arms of the blurred-faced hero she had conjured up in her mind.
The book in her hands painted vivid pictures of romance:
"He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. 'I never knew love could be this deep,' he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. 'With you, every moment feels like a beautiful dream.'"
Amrit's heart raced as she read on, the words pulling her deeper into the story.
"He pulled her closer, their breaths mingling. 'In your eyes, I see my future,' he said, his gaze unwavering. 'A future filled with love, laughter, and endless moments of togetherness.'"
She sighed dreamily, her mind drifting to thoughts of her own romance. The novel continued to enchant her:
"'Promise me,' she said softly, her eyes searching his. 'Promise me you'll never let go.' He held her tighter, a silent vow passing between them. 'I promise,' he replied, his voice a gentle caress. 'Forever and always.'"
Amrit hugged herself, blushing deeply as the romantic scenes played out in her mind. In her dreamy state, she lost her balance and fell onto the floor with a soft whimper.
“Completed this book for the tenth time,” she muttered, glancing at the author’s name on the cover, ‘Dr. Akshat Singhania.’
Just then, her mother, Komal Tripathi, entered the room. “Aankh khuli nahi ki baith jati hai books lekar! Aaj tera college me pehla din hai aur tu yahan timepass kar rahi hai? Aur Bahar se doodh lene ko kaha tha na maine?” she scolded, her voice filled with exasperation.
Amrit quickly put a bookmark on the page and closed the book, standing up. “Calm down, Mrs. Tripathi. Iss umar mein itna chillana acchi baat nahi hai,” she said, placing the book on the table with a teasing smile.
[You shouldn't shout at this age.]
Komal’s eyes widened in mock anger. “Bataun abhi mai tujhe?”
[Should I tell you?]
Amrit giggled, grabbing her mobile as she moved toward the door. She stretched her arms, feeling the sun’s warmth on her skin as she walked outside.
She breathed in the fresh air, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she headed to fetch the milk.
As she walked, Amrit's eyes fell on a building’s terrace where she could see a man standing precariously on the railing. Her eyes widened in shock.
