I had completely forgotten about the café yesterday.
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Tanshi was having a terrible Monday. One minute she was reading her favorite trashy fantasy novel, and the next, she woke up in a room that definitely wasn't hers, staring at a two men whose beauty was too fictional to be real. (Author: Ofcourse ,It is fictional world) "How are you feeling now" asked both men. And Her first words? "Handsome."( Said admiring both handsome men infront of her) "What?" They both said same time. . . . Tanshi was admiring the other man who, truly, was a vision when a hand clamped around her jaw, not rough, but undeniably firm. He yanked her face back to his, his eyes like twin molten gold coins mixed with green. "I am more handsome than him," he bit out, the words a low, possessive growl that vibrated in her bones. "Look at him again ,he will die" . . . "I am not coming," Tanshi stated, crossing her arms stubbornly like a toddler. In the next blink, he had swooped her up not gracefully, but with the brutal, nonchalant strength of a man moving furniture. She was slung over his shoulder like a particularly annoying sack of flour. "Put me down Veer, you overgrown monster! You gorilla! I will bite you!" she shrieked, landing a useless kick against his rock-solid back. Over his shoulder, she caught the eye of her friend , he had a slow, deeply annoying and smug smirk . Tanshi looked at him like " I am never letting you live it down." . . . "You are mine ,tanshi .Even if I have to burn world to keep you" said Veer
a girl who desires a fairytale life but experiences the opposite, leading to the loss of her smile and the pain of friendship and love . "Just leave me," I said to him hopefully, but his eyes darkened. His jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes as if fighting to restrain his anger. "Anything but that," he said, his voice dripping with danger. His gaze locked onto mine, his face inches from my own, the intensity sharp enough to cut. Can she able to smile how she used to? Does she find healing through new relationships, self-discovery, or overcoming obstacles?
It is a story of a girl and her bava 'Bava leave my hand said maha. maha releases her hand from his hold.But he again hold hand and asked ' Why did you agree'. Maha remains silent. ' Maha I am asking you ' raised his voice. ' Because I want to' said maha. 'oh really but I don't like' rudra said Sarcastically . ' Maha I am asking you again why you agreed' asked rudra 'you said you don't like me na so I agreed' said maha with while looking down. Wait wait you want to know more about them then read my dear bava.
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