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Advik: "Your lips… like raspberry…"
He leaned a little closer, whispering,
"Can I… taste it…?"
The moment lingered—
soft, uncertain, and heavy with unspoken feelings.
"Ishaaaa!"
Ritisha’s angry voice echoed through the room.
Advik and Ishani both jerked their heads toward the door and quickly sat up.
Ritisha stormed inside, her face filled with anger. She immediately grabbed Ishani by her arms and pulled her up.
"Kya kar rahi thi tum, haan? Pagal ho gayi ho kya?" she asked, holding her tightly.
Ishani stood there, still half drunk, slightly confused.
Advik tried to get up properly and said in his slurred voice,
"Didi… usko chillao mat… warna vo ro degi…"
Even in his drunk state, he tried to take a stand for her.
Ritisha shot a sharp look at them and said,
"Tum niklo iss room se… Aviraj, leke jaa isko."
Aviraj, slightly nervous, nodded quickly.
"Haa… haan dii… par please abhi kuch mat bolo inko… main samjhta hoon na aapko…" he said, trying to calm things down with an awkward smile.
Ritisha turned to him, clearly not in the mood.
"Tumse explanation maangi maine?"
Aviraj immediately shook his head in no.
Ritisha exhaled, controlling her anger.
"Haan toh ab isko leke jao"
Ishani blinked slowly, trying to focus on Ritisha,
"Diii… aap gol gol kyun ghoom rahi ho…?"
She squinted her eyes and started counting on her fingers,
"Aap na mujhe… 1… 2… 3… 4 dikhai de rahi ho…"
Ritisha took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and understand the situation.
She softened her tone and said gently,
"Isha… sojao. Kal baat karenge… abhi thak gayi ho na."
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Germany
"Offo Izaan beta, kachre ka dher nahi banana hai… thoda focus rakho mere haathon pe. Dekho main kaise kar rahi hoon, waise step by step follow karo," Advik’s mom said on the video call, patiently guiding him.
Izaan immediately straightened up, a little embarrassed.
"Sorry aunty… ab pakka properly focus karunga."
This time, he fixed his full attention on the screen, carefully watching every step as she taught him how to make a crochet flower bouquet.
Just then, his phone rang—
He glanced at it for a second, then picked up.
"Hello… I’m busy right now, I’ll call you later."
Without waiting for a reply, he cut the call and kept the phone aside.
Then all his focus went back to the screen—as if everything else was just an illusion, and only this bouquet mattered.
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~𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑳 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑯~(Hidden pages)
Romance𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑸-𝑬-𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑨 (𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑽𝑰𝑲) He didn't build a palace to show love, he built it to wait. This is not just a love story - it's a story of intezaar, devotion, and a love so pure that it chose silence over demands. When desires turn into prayers...
